Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

I'll see Yan Huan soon.

The idea filled Jolin's lost heart.

She quickly put on her dress, got in the car and rushed to Bai's house.

……

Today, the Bai family held a banquet to celebrate their grandson's birthday.

Big men from all walks of life gathered to see the style of the future Little Master of the white family.

this moment.

Bai Qinghe looked at the dark crowd downstairs and scratched his head. "This unreliable granddaughter said to come at six. What time is it?"

Adjutant Li said on the side, "Miss, maybe she was delayed on the road."

As soon as the voice fell, baiqinghe's mobile phone rang.

Adjutant Li hurriedly said, "general, it's the commander's phone."

The white old man stared and scolded, "you bastard! Where did you turn my granddaughter? If you dare not show up tonight, I'll shoot you!"

The unhappy female voice came across the phone, "Grandpa... Can you stop being so violent? Although he really should be shot."

Old Bai heard Yan Huan's voice, and his tone softened, "Oh, my good granddaughter, what's the matter with your voice? Are you sick? Why don't grandpa go to see you?"

"No, Grandpa, mingjue and I won't go to the party tonight."

"What?!"

"And... I forgot to tell you that mingjue and I came back suddenly this time. Ziqiao and the two children didn't take them with us."

Bai Lao's beard trembled with anger. "I've prepared for half a month! No, I'll send someone to Italy to pick them up now!"

Yan Huan: "

"You also hurry to clean up for me. Come here now. Don't wait for me to send someone to catch you two. Also, haven't you always wanted to see Ji Yunchen? He's here today."

Yan Huan immediately came to the spirit, "is he coming?"

Old Bai looked down at the most crowded place downstairs and saw the handsome men surrounded by beautiful women.

The concerned man suddenly left his sight and ran towards the door.

The white old man frowned and looked at it. When a white shadow appeared in his field of vision, he paused and said, "good granddaughter, he's not the only one coming. You talk about that girl all day."

"Jolin is there too?! I'll take a bath now!"

"Take a bath?"

Before Bai Lao asked, the phone was hung up.

……

Downstairs.

As soon as Jolin arrived, she was dragged into the men's bathroom by a man before she could find Yan Huan.

"Get out of here!"

With a roar, the man in the bathroom put on his pants and ran away.

Ji Yunchen threw her to the wall, put his arm on her head and shouted at her, "who let you come?"

Jolin looked at him inexplicably, "you didn't let..."

"And who told you to wear this dress?"

Jolin is even more confused this time.

Didn't he choose the dress on her?

Before she asked, the man shouted, "take it off!"

She looked at him strangely. "What?"

"I want you to take it off now!"

The air calmed down in an instant.

People are still standing outside.

She clenched Bei's teeth. "Crazy! Take it off yourself!"

She got up and was about to leave. The man directly stretched out his hand to pull the zipper on her skirt.

Jolin's pupils shook and she struggled hard.

"Ji Yunchen, you madman! Let me go!"

Hiss——

The skirt cracked in response.

Jolin's whole back was exposed to the air.

She looked at the destroyed skirt and looked at the man unreasonably. She just wanted to scold him, but she had a pair of blood red eyes.

She had never seen a man look so fierce.

As if she were going to eat her alive now.

"Get out."

Ji Yunchen stared at her and shouted, "get out!"

Jolin tightened her heart and rushed out of the bathroom with her clothes.

She has a hunch.

If you stay any longer, the man may really kill her.

Not knowing what had happened, Jolin ran like a headless fly through the crowd.

Her only thought was to get out of here.

Suddenly, he bumped into a man head-on.

Jolin suddenly fell to the ground. She subconsciously covered her broken dress.

A strong male voice came from overhead, "little girl, are you okay?"

Jolin looked up and held out her hand to a serious old man.

He was wearing a black suit and leaning on a crutch in his hand, but there was a lingering melancholy and hostility between his eyebrows and eyes.

She hesitated to reach out.

The old man shouted at the people next to him, "go and help the young lady up."

"Yes."

When Jolin got up, she found that the old man was even taller than her, and her white hair couldn't pick out a black one, and her eyes were also very light blond.

The old man glanced behind her and said faintly, "your clothes are broken."

Jolin pursed her lips. "Well, it was accidentally broken."

"What a pity."

Before Jolin understood what he meant, the old man said, "Lao Liu, go and bring my coat to the little girl."

"Yes."

The man who held her turned and walked away.

Jolin did not expect that although the old man looked fierce, he was actually so gentle, "thank you, old man."

The old man didn't say anything, but stared at her without blinking.

To be exact, she was looking at her clothes.

She frowned. "Old man, what's wrong with my dress?"

The old man came back and said softly, "No. this dress is very beautiful. I'm just curious. Where did you buy it?"

Jolin was stunned.

Just an ordinary white dress.

She really couldn't think of anything special. She casually said, "it's from a friend."

"What friend? Is it convenient to introduce me?"

Jolin began to feel a little strange.

She pursed her pink lips. "This..."

"Don't get me wrong, little girl. This skirt looks like my daughter's."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes."

Jolin looked down at her skirt.

Indeed, the style is very old and the pattern is not very new. There are no other advantages except that the material is superior.

That's why she used ordinary to describe it.

"If you like, I can pay 20 million for this skirt."

Two... Twenty million?

Jolin looked at the old man again.

A private custom-made collection of luxury goods worn almost from head to toe, each of which is priceless.

But no matter how rich she is, 20 million skirts... She has never heard of them.

Mistakenly thinking that her silence was too little, the old man continued to offer, "200 million? Do you think about it? Or you can directly bid. I can accept any number."

When the old man took out the check, Jolin finally realized that he was not kidding.

He is really going to spend $200 million on this broken skirt on her.

Jolin pursed her lips and thought of Ji Yunchen in her rage just now.

She shook her head and refused, "I'm sorry, I can't sell you this skirt."

There was a burst of loss in the old man's eyes. "Is it because of money?"

"No, no, no, just this skirt..."

Before she finished, a happy voice interrupted her, "Lao Ji!"

An old man with gray hair and a handsome face walked past her and went straight to the man opposite her.

She stared at the serious old man opposite.

His last name is Ji?

There shouldn't be such a coincidence in this world