Cute baby arrived: president daddy super spoils!

"Don't worry about her. If you lock her up for a few days, she will be fine! She is too spoiled by us and lacks social beating!"

While Gao Yinger's father was talking, he got up, tidied up his clothes, and said to his wife, "I'll go out and take care of her. At this time, you can't be soft hearted, you know? Also, Shuxia and her mother can't know about this!"

"Well, I know this. I won't let them know! It's you. What are you going to do now?"

Gao Yinger's mother is still worried about her grumpy husband.

"I'll meet the boy! I can't let Yinger know!"

"En en!"

Gao Yinger's mother nodded busily.

Half an hour later, Gao Yinger's father came to the hotel where Chenguang worked. He sat at a remote table and ordered a cup of coffee.

He sat there, staring at the menu for a while, ordered the signature dish, and said to the waiter, "is this your signature dish?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Then these two!"

"Yes, sir, just a moment!"

The waiter took the menu and turned away.

Gao Yinger's father sat there, seemingly waiting to serve. In fact, his mind was wondering how to talk to Chenguang. In short, it was how to let him leave Gao Yinger voluntarily!

Xiran International

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she saw a lot of staff standing there neatly, smiling, looking at her, bending down slightly, and then shouting in unison, "good morning, Mr. Shi!"

"Good morning! What's the matter with you today?"

She was a little confused. She first responded and then asked.

Standing on the far left is Qiqi, who walked in front of her with a smile, bowed respectfully again, and then said, "always, they quarreled to eat your wedding candy! Look..."

"Happy candy?"

When I heard it, I immediately understood that everyone must have known fan Siming's proposal yesterday.

"Well, Mr. Shi, we want to eat happy candy, we want to eat happy candy!"

The employees shouted in a loud and clear voice.

When he heard the corners of his mouth rise slightly, he smiled and said, "OK, happy candy! Qiqi arranged!"

"Yes, always!"

Qiqi nodded hurriedly.

"Thank you, I wish you a sweet life and happiness forever!"

The crowd shouted happily again.

It sounds like they are busy having meetings and dealing with documents in the office every day. For example, these low-level employees only nod and say hello when they go to and from work every day, in the corridor or in the elevator. It's hard to say a word.

But today, when I saw them happy to give her happy candy, I heard that each of them was so lovely, sunshine!

Of course, in the eyes of the employees, it sounds like a beautiful and capable strong woman, plus a high cold.

However, from today's small matter, they feel that they are always easy-going and gentle. It is precisely because this small piece of sweet candy makes their future work more energetic.

Compared with Xiran international, fan group is much quieter.

It is precisely because fan Siming is usually seen by outsiders as that kind of high and cold, giving people a feeling that strangers are not allowed to enter.

Knowing that he and Shi tingran proposed yesterday, now the information is so developed that most people in the company know it from top to bottom. However, they can only quietly pay attention to Shi tingran and fan Siming, and dare not ask for candy face to face.

"Fan Shao! I just met Qiqi, the general assistant!"

Yuan Qing took the folder and came to fan Siming's office. He said softly.

"What does she always do when she helps?"

Fan Siming always thought of listening to ran when he heard it. This Qiqi is not important. What matters is what she did when she went to help listen to ran. This is what Fan Siming cares about!

"She said she was always sent to buy wedding candy for the employees!"

While yuan Qing was talking, he also deliberately glanced at fan Siming to see his reaction.

Fan Siming was tapping his hands on the keyboard. When he heard the word "happy candy", he immediately stopped there. After staring at the screen for a moment, he turned his eyes to Yuan Qing and said, "also, happy candy can't be less, and the employees in our company should also be arranged! Also, from today on, every customer who enters the store should have happy candy."

"All stores?"

Yuan Qing's pupils widened in an instant, looked at fan Siming and asked.

"Yes, both online and offline! All stores!"

Fan Siming said faintly.

In other words, the fan group is a company covering the whole country and even the whole world. The stores, clothing and delicious food under the fan group are distributed in various places, and there are many consumers.

If the happy candy is distributed in this way, it is estimated that the sugar in the two candy factories will not be enough.

"I see, fan Shao! I'll do it now!"

Yuan Qing said hurriedly.

If you were someone else, you would definitely call "sleeping slot!" This is the life of the rich. In a word, it will cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

But yuan Qing has been with him for a long time. He can still accept some of fan Siming's practices.

……

"Poof, poof!"

Gao Yinger's father had a ferocious face. He quickly spit the beef in his mouth on the plate, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, waved to the waiter not far away and shouted, "waiter!"

"Hello, sir. Can I help you?"

The waiter came quickly, bent slightly and asked respectfully.

"Is this your signature dish?"

"Yes... Ah! Do you have any questions, sir?"

The waiter saw anger on Gao Yinger's father's face. He asked carefully.

"Call your back chef and I'll talk to him!"

Gao Yinger's father said coldly with a straight face.

"Don't be angry, sir. If this dish doesn't suit your taste, I'll let them cook it for you. Wait a minute, and I'll call the cook for you right away!"

The waiter knows that this man is here to find fault, but the customer is God. He can only laugh and apologize first, and then shout out the cook and apologize.

Two minutes later, a fat and low cook followed the waiter to Gao Yinger's father.

He stooped slightly, then respectfully said to Gao Yinger's father, "Hello, sir, why is this dish not your appetite? If you give me your opinion, I'll change it now!"

Gao Yinger's father stared at the cook for a long time. He just felt more disgusted. What's her daughter's vision? How can she find a pig killer to marry?

"Did you cook this dish?"

Gao Yinger's father frowned and asked coldly.

"Yes, sir!"

"How old are you this year?"

"Sir, I am twenty-four years old!"

"No girlfriend at this age?"

Gao Yinger's father stared at him and kept asking.