He is delusional

Chapter 590 Cranberry Flavored Nougat

Date: October 6

sunny
Mood: good at first, now a bit bad
Event: I was sitting on my father's chair, and an uncle with no hair in the middle of his head called me Xiaowei... Ah Ting is not young!Ating is six years old!
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A Ting knows pinyin, so he can type, one letter at a time, each pinyin must be spelled completely before hitting the space bar, so the uncle with no hair in the middle of his head looked at him with a serious bun face , stretched out a chubby hand to type on the keyboard, and immediately applauded: "As expected of Mr. Wei's son, he really has the demeanor of a father!"

A Ting also doesn't know why he has the demeanor of a "milk woman" when he writes a diary.

... So what exactly is Demeanor?

How strange is this uncle!
The uncle's surname was Sun, and his single name was Zhi. He rubbed his hands together, and with a smile on his face, he moved to A Ting's side: "What do you usually like, President Xiaowei?"

A Ting still doesn't know why he called him Mr. Lieutenant, but he still politely replied: "Huahua."

Sun Zhi applauded again, clapping: "It's amazing! President Xiaowei will definitely be a great artist in the future!" A Ting was stunned by his surprise, and he showed two rows of big white teeth again, " Can Mr. Lieutenant paint a picture now? I'll buy it."

A Ting wrinkled his little nose: "Buy?" His mother never taught him this.

Sun Zhi tried his best to flatter and exaggerate his compliments: "Yes, I will buy it! President Xiaowei will definitely be a great artist in the future. If I buy it now, it is an investment. When President Xiaowei becomes famous, it will definitely double in value!"

"But I didn't bring a drawing board." A Ting said.

Where is Sun Zhi's real picture of his painting? He looked around, saw A4 paper and a pen on the table, and immediately took it over: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Xiao Wei can just draw casually on the paper with this pen. "

"I'm not used to drawing with this kind of brush, it doesn't look good." A Ting was very serious.

"Xiao Wei always draws the best paintings! I will buy whatever the painting looks like! Buy it at a high price!"

"..."

Ah Ting really doesn't know what this uncle wants to do?
He didn't know that Yuchi and Li Xue outside the door knew that Sun Zhi didn't want to paint, but wanted to please Ating and please Yuchi. Yuchi shook his head and pushed the door open: "Let President Sun wait for a long time."

Sun Zhi turned around and saw that it was Yuchi in a suit and leather shoes who entered the door. He subconsciously bowed slightly, and stretched out his hands humbly: "Mr. Wei, hello, hello."

Yuchi shook hands with him, with calm eyes, and said in a warm voice: "The meeting lasted a long time, and I ordered the secretary to take Mr. Sun to the reception room to sit for a while. I didn't expect Mr. Sun to come to my office, but I didn't think carefully."

Sun Zhi's smile turned embarrassing, how could he fail to understand that Yuchi was saying that he ran from the reception room to the office without authorization, and he said cautiously: "Excuse me, I heard Xiaowei is always here, I want to say hello .”

A Ting jumped off the office chair and walked to Yuchi's feet: "Father."

Yuchi patted his head, then looked at Sun Zhi: "President Sun is looking for me, what's the matter?"

"I want to explain to Mr. Wei that this was actually a misunderstanding. Back then..." Sun Zhi swallowed. It was already summer in Jincheng, and the air conditioner in the office was just right. He wouldn't feel hot at first, but there were still spots on his forehead. I was sweating - all this was shed within the few minutes of seeing Yuchi.

"Our Sun family is small and small, not as good as other big companies. Sometimes a wrong decision may lead to irreparable consequences. I did it as a last resort. I didn't mean to be against Wei. The first time I came to the door, I brought a full apology, I hope Mr. Wei can see that the cooperation in the past few years has been quite satisfactory, and the adults will not count the faults of the villains..."

(End of this chapter)