Marriage is heartwarming: Good morning, CEO husband

Chapter 212 If You Want To See Your Mommy, You Have To Listen To Me
Lu Yixiao stared wide-eyed, looked at the tablet eagerly, and then muttered: "Give me the food!"

Seeing this, Jinsi hastily brought the food up again.

"Young master, eat it while it's hot."

"Oh, thank you Uncle Jin."

Lu Qiaotian glanced coldly, this kid, he didn't treat him that well, and he still knows how to say thank you to his assistant?

"Lu Yixiao, when you arrive in Paris, if you want to see your mommy, you have to listen to me, otherwise you will be sent back to City A in minutes, do you understand?"

The round little head is buried in the rice.

"Ok?"

When he looked up, there were a few grains of rice on the corner of his mouth.

"What did you say?"

Lu Qiaotian: -_-!
Then the two chattered and quarreled all the way to Paris.

a few hours later-

The plane arrived in Paris, early in the morning.

Classmate Chacha slumped on his seat, playing games and arguing with Lu Qiaotian, exhausted physically and mentally.

Now she was curled up, tilted her head, leaned on Lu Qiaotian's right arm, and fell asleep.

The nostrils were retracted and relaxed, and the eyebrows were somewhat similar to his, but the eyes were more like Xiaoxiao's eyes, bright and clear.

Dudu's small mouth, the rice grains still sticking to the corner of the mouth.

Jinsi was about to go forward, but saw Lu Qiaotian tilt his head, stretch out his knuckle hand, gently wipe off the rice grains from the corner of the young master's mouth with his fingertips, and carefully wipe the young master's mouth with a wet tissue.

The movements were gentle, as if what was in his hands was a peerless treasure.

After finishing all this, with deep eagle eyes and a faint smile, he glanced at the sleeping little bun, took the small coat in his hand, put it on for the young master with a light movement, and just kissed him With a wink, Jinsi understood and stepped back.

It was already early morning in Paris, the night wind was blowing, and the winter night was cold.

Put on a black cashmere coat, wrap it in the coat, and hold Chacha in your arms, it just fits.

The wind blew his collar, and his razor-sharpened eyebrows frowned slightly, and he tightened the front of his clothes, but it wouldn't completely cover him, leaving a proper space for the little thing in his arms to breathe.

Lu Qiaotian felt more and more that it was a wrong choice for him to bring Lu Yixiao.

But from then on, he had to change his name to Daddy, which saved a lot of trouble.

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Lu Qiaotian went to Paris this time, because he couldn't get away from AS Group's affairs, so he temporarily handed over the AS Group's affairs to Fu Shi.

Fu Shi has grown a lot by following him over the years, so he can rest assured.

The little girl ran away, who will be responsible for his happiness for the rest of his life?

I remember that before he left, Fu Shi still didn't forget to hurt him.

Fu Shi watched him put down the burden of the AS Group in a serious manner, touched his chin, and said to Lu Qiaotian: "God Qiao, as a buddy, I support you, so I specially give you a few words, I wish you a smooth journey. "

As he spoke, he took out a decent banner that he had written, as if offering a treasure.

On the one hand, he said: "This is my authentic work! You should treasure it carefully."

Lu Qiaotian stacked the documents on the table and glanced at them casually.

"The Story of Young Master Lu's Search for His Wife: A Date in Paris."

Lu Qiaotian remained silent, with a stern and indifferent face.

Then slowly raised his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the table: "It seems that you have a lot of free time, I don't mind giving you the project in South Africa!"

Fu Shi: -_-#!

This is my kindness...

Tightening the child in his arms, a black cashmere coat wrapped around a child in his arms. Lu Qiaotian was already tall and straight. When he got off the plane, it was four o'clock in the morning in Paris, and the sky was slightly blue.

With a cool demeanor and slender and straight legs, the moment he stepped out of the cabin, the passengers coming and going unconsciously glanced in the direction of his station.

In Paris, France, the capital of romance, everyone has a higher definition and appreciation standard for beauty.

Lu Qiaotian didn't want to draw too much attention, so he put on sunglasses.

Quicken your pace and walk out of the airport.

As soon as he arrived, a phone rang.

"what's up?"

Look at the call from the person in charge of the exhibition in Paris.

The people over there did not expect Lu Qiaotian to answer the phone so quickly.

"Young Master Lu, I'm sorry to interrupt you. I heard that you have arrived. In order to thank you for authorizing that wedding dress to our museum, our curator wants to come over to thank you in person. We have already arrived at the airport. Is it convenient to meet now?"

That wedding dress refers to the one designed by Lu Qiaotian for the first time, which was later stolen by Wei Weiwei. She was originally asked to throw it away by the secretary, but it happened that it was thrown away by the curator of the Paris Art Museum Center. Seeing it, the curator admired the exquisite craftsmanship, so it was a pity to throw it away, so he spent a lot of thought, got Lu Qiaotian's approval, and collected this wedding dress.

This time, the Paris Art Center is preparing to hold a special exhibition on wedding dresses.

Originally, the director of the curator invited Lu Qiaotian to participate in this exhibition, and the attendees gave speeches, but Lu Qiaotian has never been very enthusiastic about such things.

At the company's annual meeting, he also left after saying a few words.

In the interim, however, he changed his mind.

The curator was overjoyed when he heard it, and hurried over to wait for Lu Qiaotian himself.

"Well, I'll go to Exit No. [-] right away."

After saying a few words, I hung up the phone.

As soon as he walked in, he saw the man with brown hair and full of artistic atmosphere, wearing a pair of black framed glasses, which looked like a director's attire.

The curator is over half a hundred years old, but he looks very energetic.

"God Qiao, are you here? Come on, Uncle Qi has already booked a hotel for you..."

Lu Qiaotian smiled faintly: "Uncle Qi, you are being polite, you don't need to take so much effort to pick him up in person."

The curator and Lu Qiaotian's grandfather are good friends and have a deep friendship. In the early years, the two were comrades in arms through life and death.

This is why Lu Qiaotian agreed to authorize the wedding dress to the Paris Art Exhibition Center.

Qi Wenshan watched Lu Qiaotian grow up, but he didn't expect that Lu Qiaotian also had a unique talent in fashion design.

Hearing the noisy sound of the airport, Lu Yixiao twisted his body in Lu Qiaotian's arms, grabbed the black sweater under Lu Qiaotian with his small hands, propped up his round head, and saw Qi Wenshan standing opposite him.

"This is……"

Qi Wenshan saw something in Lu Qiaotian's arms just now, but he didn't ask much.

Suddenly a child's head popped out. The child's eyebrows looked a bit like Lu Qiaotian's. Those eyes, like black grapes, were very attractive. Lu Qiaotian's child?
But isn't he still married?
Qi Wenshan wondered if it was inappropriate for him to ask such a question.

Lu Qiaotian lowered his eyes, gathered the clothes in front of him, touched the child's head, and said calmly, "Uncle Qi, I know you don't read much domestic news. I'm married. This is Lu Yixiao, my son. Come, call Grandpa Qi."

Lu Qiaotian lowered her eyes and stared at Lu Yixiao, the warning in her eyes was obvious.

Lu Yixiao stared coldly, because he was afraid that he would embarrass him!
Then he turned his head and called out a sweet 'Grandpa Qi' in a childish voice on purpose.

Qi Wenshan fell in love with the sound of Grandpa Qi for a moment.

(End of this chapter)