The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1511 As far as the eye can see, it is forever: the father who spoils his children

Zhang Cuilan thought it was her husband Li Weizheng who turned back, but when she looked up, she saw her uncle walking into the yard.

Li Weimin was already dressed neatly, with a military-colored suit collar woolen coat, a gray sweetheart-neck sweater, a white shirt, and a red tie. He was carrying a formula bag in his hand, and he should be going to the company.

At that time, the clothing styles were simple, and the men with status all wore woolen coats. Li Weimin and his elder brother Li Weizheng looked alike, and the two brothers even had the same hairstyle.

That's why Li Jianpeng recognized the wrong person, stretched out his little hand to Li Weimin, and kept asking "Daddy, hug~"

Li Weimin came over to pick up his crying son, handed over the formula to Zhang Cuilan, coaxed him patiently, and walked into the hall.

"Jianpeng doesn't cry, dad hugs, dad hugs Jianpeng, Jianpeng doesn't cry, his face is chapped..."

"Dad~did~didi~pengpeng didi~" Li Jianpeng grinned, and made movements of supporting the steering wheel with his small hands.

"It's cold outside. Dad plays with Jianpeng in the house, and waits for the weather to warm up before taking Didi,"

Li Weimin patiently helped his son wipe away his tears, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Dad! Didi! Pengpeng Didi!"

Just now the little guy saw his father sitting on Didi and leaving, and now he wants to sit. Seeing Li Weimin sitting on the sofa with himself in his arms, he lost his temper again.

The two little hands tightly clenched into fists, his face blushed anxiously, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Li Weimin, wanting to sit on Didi.

Zhang Cuilan came over and held out her hand, "Weimin, give it to me, it's getting late, you go to work."

Li Weimin looked up at the time on the grandfather clock. It was going to be eight o'clock. Although he felt sorry for his son, but a client was coming to the company today, he got up with a sigh and sent Li Jianpeng over.

As soon as Zhang Cuilan got stuck under the little guy's armpit, the little guy began to cry at the top of his lungs, holding Li Weimin's collar tightly with his little hands, refusing to leave.

"Dad! Didi, Didi Pengpeng... Woooo... Didi Pengpeng..."

"Jianpeng is obedient, Dad has to go to work." Zhang Cuilan reached out and hugged Li Jianpeng forcibly, and the little guy cried even more sadly.

How can a father bear his son's crying? In desperation, Li Weimin made a temporary decision and took Li Jianpeng over again, "Jianpeng doesn't cry, dad will take you to do Didi."

"Didi, Didi~" The little guy took a long breath, grinned happily, and gestured for Li Weimin to drive the steering wheel.

"Well, Dad took Jianpeng to do Didi," Li Weimin repeated again, looking at his son's cute appearance, his eyebrows and eyes softened.

"Sister-in-law, let's go and go to the company with me."

"This..." At first, Zhang Cuilan didn't understand what my uncle was thinking. She realized that she was going to take her son to work when she saw him walking out with her son in her arms.

Trotting hurriedly chased after him, "Weimin, give me Jianpeng, just coax it for a while."

"My son wants to sit on Didi, how can Dad have the heart to refuse." Li Weimin looked at the dancing little guy, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

"Didi, Didi~" Li Jianpeng was still clenching his small fists, Li Weimin nodded gently, "Well, Dad took Jianpeng to sit on Didi."

With a "click", the jubilant little guy hugged Li Weimin's head and kissed him randomly on the face.

Such a sudden happiness, Li Weimin was startled for a moment, and after realizing it, he laughed happily, "Son is so good!"

"Good, good~" Seeing his father laughing, the little guy also clapped his hands happily.

(End of this chapter)