CEO spoils me too much

The next morning.

Ji Qianchen changed into a white woolen long coat and stepped on a pair of tall black boots to come out of the room.

Ling Xiaohan has been sitting on the sofa to amuse xiaoyichen. Nearly six months of xiaoyichen, he can barely sit on his back against the sofa.

Though he was wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, he could not stop his little hand.

"Son of a bitch, choose one."

Lingxiao cold life people put a lot of things on the sofa.

For example, a crystal violin, a piano, a toy plane, a spoon, a financial book, a paintbrush

These things are strange, and they don't look like toys that children usually play with.

"What do you want my son to do?" Ji Qianchen holds his hands on the sofa and stares at xiaoyichen.

Ling Xiaohan took her hand and dragged her into his arms. "Draw lots."

"Oh, I see. Do you want to see what he wants to be in the future?"

Ji Qianchen soon understood the intention of Ling Xiaohan.

"Well. See which he wants to take. "

"Yi Yi..."

Small also Chen is leaning on sofa, mouth babble ah, do not know what to say.

Two little hands are clutching on the sofa.

"Baby, take this. Mommy wants you to be a violinist in the future." Ji Qianchen pointed to the violin handicraft made of crystal.

The workmanship is exquisite and it looks beautiful.

"Take this, so as to inherit my industry." Ling Xiaohan points to the financial books and advises Ling Yichen.

A child a few months old, where to understand these adults.

Little hands scratched at the sofa.

Finally, he grabbed a spoon.

Ji Qianchen's eyes widened in consternation. "Ling Xiaohan, look at your son quickly. Will he want to be a cook in the future?"

It's not good to grab anything, but a spoon.

Ling Xiaohan is as calm and wise as ever.

"In fact, it may just be a foodie."

"It's not good for boys to eat." Ji Qianchen leans on Ling Xiaohan's arms and shakes his head at her unruly baby son.

Ling Xiaohan is not satisfied with the spoon that Ling Yichen grabbed. He pulls the spoon out of his hand, and then picks up a financial book and puts it in his hand.

"That's your right choice."

"You don't want to impose your own career on your son, and you can see how he can hold your book when his hand is so small." Ji Qianchen rushes over again and drags the book away from Ling Yichen.

Ling Yichen was robbed of two things in a row.

Wow, I cried.

My heart seems to be howling: do you have the parents of your sons?

"Don't cry, baby." Ji Qianchen hurriedly walked over and picked up the child from the sofa.

After breakfast.

Ling Xiaohan goes to the company as usual and Ji Qianchen goes to the fashion show.

Lingxiao international.

As soon as Ling Xiaohan sat on the office chair, there was a rhythmic knock at the door.

"Come in."

Ling Xiao said in a cold voice.

Bow down and start to deal with today's business.

Ji Cunxi, dressed in a black suit, with a resignation in his hand, went to Ling Xiaohan's desk and handed it over.

"Mr. Ling, this is my resignation."

Ling Xiao raised his eyes, glanced at the resignation on the table and the three forceful words of Ji Cunxi.

Take the resignation, open it and take a simple look.

"You're ready for it, aren't you?"

"Well, tomorrow, at the founding ceremony of my game company, I hope Ling can always come here with my sister as brother-in-law."

Ji Cunxi's young and handsome face is attached with a layer of frivolous and uninhibited pride.

"Yes, I will. By the way, have you returned to the Zhao family? Is it up to you to blame Zhao Qing and his defeat? " Ling Xiaohan takes up his resignation and signs his name on the column of consent.

Then he opened the drawer, took out a check, and quickly wrote down a billion yuan in the check.

"Before I return, I plan to quit my job today and go back to appease him."

"Well, here's the check. I'll give you the start-up fund for your new company and the money to appease Zhao Qinghe."

Ling Xiaohan hands the signed check to Ji Cunxi.

Ji Cunxi took over with both hands and looked down at the amount on it, which made his legs soft.

It's already a high price to be given ten million yuan.

This brother-in-law, who often uses billions as a unit, is really scary.

"Brother in law, I can't, too much."

Ji Cunxi quickly returned the check to Ling Xiaohan's desk.

"I'm an investment for you. I like your personal ability. Maybe in the near future, your game will monopolize the game market of Cloud City and go to the whole country. At that time, this money is just as light as a feather for you. Secondly, I'm looking at your sister's face. If it's not enough, you can keep looking for me. "Ling Xiaohan hands in hand, calmly looking at Ji Cunxi.

Holding the check in his hand, jicunxi gnawed his teeth and nodded.

"My brother-in-law, I will not fail to live up to your expectations."

"Well, come on, go."

"Well, I'll go first. If you have any problems with the computer, please feel free to call me."

"Well."

Jicunxi came out of the office with a check.

Ling Xiaohan watched Ji Cunxi leave.

He called out to the door, "rob, come in."

Luo Bu opens the door and walks into the president's office

"Order dozens of flower baskets, prepare them in advance and send them to the opening ceremony of Zhuxi tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

The moment when Ji Cunxi left Lingxiao international building.

I look back at the brilliant office building in the sun.

One day, he will be able to create his own business myth.

Take the car and drive back to Zhao's villa.

Before entering the gate, Ji Cunxi first prepared for his death.

With courage, Ji Cunxi stepped into the gate of the villa.

The whole villa is full of the cold air.

Last night, the mayor's election came to an end.

Zhao Qinghe lost the election and was not re elected as mayor.

Big legs into the hall.

Sitting on the sofa sullen Zhao Qinghe seemed to grow old overnight.

Qin yunpei and Zhao Yuan also sat on the sofa, with their heads bowed and silent, as if the whole family were in the shadow of the election defeat.

"My parents, Yuanyuan." Ji Cunxi said hello.

Zhao Qinghe looks up and sees Ji Cunxi. He gets up from the sofa and rushes to Ji Cunxi.

Slap -

a loud slap on Ji Cunxi's face.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Husband, don't beat your children like this." Qin yunpei is a little distressed Ji Cunxi.

Seeing Ji Cunxi being beaten, Zhao Yuan was not happy. But in this family, Zhao Qinghe was the eldest, and they had no right to speak.

"I don't want to kill him today." Zhao Qinghe bit his teeth, swung his broad palm and shook it again.

Ji Cunxi lowered his head, covered his face, bit the corner of his lips and said nothing.