The president's doting wife is a bit sweet

Chapter 433 Small milk bag

When Gu Nian went upstairs, she saw the watermelon that had fallen on the ground. Someone probably passed by and it was trampled badly. She took a broom from the corridor and slowly cleaned up the residue on the ground.

Luo Han probably wanted to bring her watermelon.

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She wanted to explain, but found that it didn't seem necessary.

Maybe after Luo Han misunderstood, he stopped looking for her.

Gu Nian pushed open the door, changed his shoes, took out the red wine from the refrigerator a few days ago, and poured it into a glass.

She stood at the window of the living room and looked down, only seeing a thin patch of rain and the shadows of street lamps.

Thinking of Yan Xi's saying that you were not like this before, a faint smile floated on her lips.

What's the point of people being the same all their lives?

She drank slowly, looked at her phone, and suddenly found Qiao Anran's circle of friends. She seemed to be on a business trip, so she sent an emoji with the text: "The former Qiao Anran is dead, now Niu Hulu Joe, little Joe, come on."

Gu Nian suddenly laughed out loud.

After Xiao Qiao fell out of love, she was decadent for a while, and after being scolded by her boss, she repented and applied for overtime work and a business trip, in order to earn more money and pay the rent.

She didn't have much money on her, and basically subsidized Lin Yue except for her own living expenses. She owed her credit card. Now that Lin Yue paid her back, she first paid back the credit card, and then she was ready to work hard.

However, even if Lin Yue paid back the money, so what? He owed her more than just that little money. Can the feelings of her entire youth be measured by money?What can I do when I meet a scumbag, I can only treat it as my youth and feed it to the dog.

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On the evening of Jiang Yichen's second day in hospital, Bo Shuyan brought his son to see him.

Bo Shuyan recently found out in City A, so he brought the little one from Kyoto to play here. The little milk bag is only four years old, with watermelon hair, round obsidian eyes, and white skin like milk.

As soon as he arrived at the ward, he brought the fruit basket to Jiang Yichen in a childlike voice and said, "Shu Shu, you need to get well soon."

Because he grew up in Northern Europe, he doesn't speak Chinese very well. He often mixes Chinese and English pronunciations, and it's amazing that he can express himself clearly.

Jiang Yichen pointed to the little milk bag and asked, "Your son?"

"Exactly." Bo Shuyan patted his son's head: "Xiao Yu, go there and play." He pointed to the sofa beside him.

Xiao Naibao immediately obediently ran to the sofa to assemble the Transformers.

Jiang Yichen couldn't help but look at the little milk bag twice more.

Bo Shuyan took a banana and peeled it, and said calmly, "Don't look, it's my son."

Although when he returned to China at the end of last year and took his son out, the whole family of the Bo family stared straight in disbelief, but when Xiaoyu called out to grandma in a milky voice, his stepmother, Tears welled up in my eyes.

They quickly accepted the existence of Bo Yu, because this little milk bag is so cute and obedient, looks cute, speaks like a baby, the key is to be sensible, not bear at all.

Although Bo Shuyan kept the child's mother secret and never mentioned it, no matter how powerful the Bo family was, there was no way to pry him open.

Jiang Yichen withdrew his gaze and said nonchalantly: "It seems that your life in Northern Europe is not as miserable as you describe, and you can get a son out."

Bo Shuyan rubbed his nose, thinking that you don't have time to have a baby, and your wife hasn't had one yet, so he spoke in a weird way, he took a bite of a banana, and shook an apple in his hand: "What's the matter with you, your stomach is bleeding Hospitalized?"

Jiang Yichen coughed a few times: "Old problem, don't get in the way."

After playing Transformers on the sofa for a while, Little Naibao jumped off the sofa, took out flying chess from his little yellow man schoolbag, and said to his father, "Daddy, play chess with me."

Bo Shuyan pointed to Jiang Yichen and said, "Uncle Jiang knows how to play chess when he was young, so you can ask him to play with you."

Xiao Naibao walked up to Jiang Yichen again and said, "Shu Shu, play chess with me."

"Okay." Jiang Yichen took the chess box from him, spread it out on the table of the hospital bed, and asked Bo Shuyan to carry his son up.

Little Naibao's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Bo Shuyan, especially the eyebrows and eyes, it can be seen that they are biological.

Jiang Yichen believed that this was his son.

Bo Shuyan sat on the sofa, sent a message, sat up straight for a while, shook his body and said, "Hey, do you want me to introduce someone to you? Doctor of Economics from the University of Pennsylvania, looks good."

Jiang Yichen didn't even raise his head, considering that his son was here, he didn't say anything.

"Oh, she happens to be coming to City A these few days, shall I arrange for you two to meet?"

Jiang Yichen threw the dice, took a step, and threw Bo Yu's chess piece back, and said calmly: "Keep it for yourself!"

"I do have this idea. She is a pretty good girl. I can't wrong her to be my son's stepmother!"

Jiang Yichen has reached the finish line at this moment, he has won.

When Xiao Naibao saw that he had lost, his expression immediately became aggrieved. He was allowed to play chess at home, and this was the first time he lost. Tears welled up in his eyes.

He looked at his dad aggrievedly: "Daddy, I lost."

Bo Shuyan was very calm: "If you lose, you lose. Are you unable to lose or what?"

Little Naibao couldn't find comfort from her father, and became more and more aggrieved.

Jiang Yichen looked at this little guy and suddenly felt a little interesting, probably because other people's children are distressing, he touched the little milk bag's head, his voice was hoarse but gentle: "It's okay, let's do it again."

Bo Shuyan stood up and said, "Don't let him go, this kid was fine before he returned to China, but after returning to China for a few days, he was so used to it."

Jiang Yichen ignored him and played another round with Xiao Naibao.

This gave him away on purpose, and Bo Yu happily won.

Bo Shuyan went over to pack the chess box for his son, and asked again: "Are you really out of ideas?"

"You are sick, someone introduced it to you, you push it to me." Jiang Yichen took a sip of warm water, and said in a calm voice, "I have been married once, and they may not want to marry a second time."

Bo Shuyan pouted: "You don't have a small oil bottle, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Yichen snorted softly: "What do you mean, your son is an oil bottle?"

Bo Shuyan sighed quietly, and then hugged his little milk bag: "I have carried him since he was born, and he has delayed me so much. What is it if it is not a oil bottle?"

After finishing speaking, he patted the little milk bag's head: "Goodbye to uncle."

Xiao Naibao waved obediently, saying goodbye to Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yichen also raised his hand and waved at him, there was a rare gentleness between his brows.

(End of this chapter)