Domineering CEO Is My Son

"Baby, call again." Yue Qin coaxed while holding the phone in his hand to record.

Mr. Kang was already autistic, and he was only screaming when his brain twitched.

His brain is twitching, but no one is sick!

Usually he always thinks that the other party is a big stupid, but every time he ridicules, and this time, he feels that the other party is really sick, so he whispered and called his father beggingly.

Isn't this daddy worth four or fifty thousand yuan? Isn't it worth 450,000 yuan worth of him?

As a result, this person actually took him away, and he was completely unprepared to go back and ask for money. He shouted for nothing!

Mr. Kang just thought about it, his cheeks hurt with anger.

Mr. Kang didn't plan to deal with this stupid man at all. He can speak now. Now that he can speak, he can find a way to contact someone worthy of his trust.

However, the housekeeper's affairs also taught him a lesson. In this year, he knows his face and doesn't know his heart. You can't expose yourself casually later, but you must first make sure that the other party is trustworthy.

Mr. Kang made a list of trusts in his mind. Fortunately, he has had enough friends and girlfriends since he was a child, and there are always a few he can trust.

And at this time, the silly dad next to him is still happy—

"Baby, go back and call mother later, okay?"

"Mum must really want to hear you call her."

President Kang looked at the back of the chair blankly, and had to get the couple's mobile phone tonight.

"Baby, read to Dad—Mom—"

Mr. Kang continued to stare at the back of the car, as if he couldn't hear the stupid man at all.

Yue Qin looked at the appearance of his son and was amused: "Baby, you can understand what Dad is talking about, don't you?"

Don't understand, don't understand.

"Dad bought you a gift today, too."

Not rare, not rare.

He Kang Yue hasn't had anything before? When Kang Yue was a child, he was obsessed with various toys. A villa next to him was specially built for toys. It is no exaggeration to say that before entering this body, there are only things he doesn't want in the world, and there is nothing he can't get.

The car stopped at the parking lot of the community, and Yue Qin got out of the car to the back row and continued: "It seems that Dad has to use a big trick."

Kang Yue had no expression on his face, quietly watching this stupid dad perform. He didn't believe that he just didn't bark, what else could he do!

"Crack, creak~" Yue Qin breathed, and started tickling his son.

The child laughed uncontrollably.

Excessive! unacceptable! Yue Qin laughed out of breath before the other party stopped.

Yue Qin took his son out with one hand, and held the food with the other: "Baby give up."

Mr. Kang gritted his teeth. If he hadn't considered the thick skin of the person in front of him, he wouldn't even bite him. He really wanted to take a bite.

It is impossible to shout to someone, and it is impossible to shout to someone in this life.

He was willing to call someone before, purely because the shout was forty to fifty thousand yuan.

Capitalists can violate the law and commit crimes for profit, and it is not a big deal for him to call Dad for profit.

Yue Qin didn't know that his son was a capitalist mentality, so he returned home with the child in his arms.

"Daddy is cooking, can you sit here and play with toys?"

Mr. Kang was placed in the child seat.

In the kitchen, the man skillfully washed rice and steamed rice, and then, humming and chopping vegetables, he was very happy.

President Kang carefully rolled out of the child seat, walked to the sofa next to him, and got the other party's mobile phone.

However... the phone requires a password.

President Kang frowned. He didn't pay attention to the phone code of the other party, so he put it in again.

At this time, the door opened and Xia Sheng came back—

Yue Qin immediately came out of the kitchen, untied his apron, and said excitedly, "Wife!"

"Huh?" Xia Sheng was a little strange: "What's the matter?"

Mr. Kang knows why, this prodigal man is happy that he spent 25 thousand to buy a piano! Preparing to give his wife a surprise, Mr. Kang felt that this was a fright!

President Kang immediately moved the small bench to the living room and sat down, ready to see the prodigal men scolded, it is best to get two fists.

Mr. Kang always felt that this weak and weak young mother might be able to knock out this prodigal master with a single punch.

If I could see this scene, I would be so happy.

Mr. Kang looked expectantly—

Qin Yue covered his wife’s eyes and took her to the study nearby—

"Dangdangdang—"

"The first piano of the greatest pianist in the future!" The brawny man, who was a little over 1.9 meters tall, was like a teenager at this time. He gave the gift he saved to buy to his sweetheart.

Is this still that stupid big one?

Mr. Kang can't wait to get a notebook, write down this art, and use it later with his girlfriend.

Xia Sheng was stunned for a moment, then hugged her husband fiercely in the next second.

Mr. Kang said, "Women, you have to see the essence through the phenomenon. He didn't discuss it with you, so he just spent 25,000!" Look at your family's situation, he still spends so much money! This prodigal man!

There is also a letter on the piano.

Xia Sheng picked it up—

"My wife, today the teacher asked our wish. You said that your dream is to be a pianist like Lang Lang. When Lao Liu asked me about my dream, in order to avoid his cerebral hemorrhage, I did not say that, in fact, my dream is I have a home with you. I start saving money today. I hope that when you realize my dream, I can buy you a piano and help you realize your dream. Your eighteen-year-old husband, Yueqin."

"I was saving money in high school, and there are always things that will consume the money in it later."

Two people spend money when they fall in love, spend money on marriage, spend money on childbirth, and spend money on children who are sick. Everything is consuming the money he has saved for his sweetheart's dream, just like consuming his sweetheart's dream.

"I know your dream is to be a pianist, not to teach a group of children to pronounce fafafa in the art center, and one child who keeps chanting hua—"

"This is our first piano, and there will be a second and third piano in the future."

Due to the peculiarities of the son’s illness, the two people’s money has always been divided into several shares. Their dreams for themselves and their son’s pension and son’s education fund are extravagant for them.

Yue Qin had also picked up some ride-hailing orders before, and that was the money he saved. He thought that he now has no high-paying main business and probably shouldn't spend more than 20,000 yuan.

But if you think about it this way, and you will think this way every time in the future, when can you buy the first piano?

Xia Sheng couldn't say a word, only hugged her husband tightly. Something in her heart was trembling gently, joy.

Yue Qin hugged his son with his head sticking out of the door: "Let's listen to my mother playing the piano!"

Xia Sheng wiped away his tears, sat down in front of the piano, tried the audition, and then began to play.

It is not the first time that Mr. Kang has listened to piano music, and he did not even have expectations for the young mother in front of him. After all, this woman gave him the impression that he was either taking the child to a special school, or knocking people out with a punch, or teaching in the classroom. A group of children sang and sang, all of which are far from being a pianist.

However, when she sat down, there was an air in her straight body that he had never seen before.

Fingers are flying, music is flowing quietly in the room.

The music rushed into the child's ears easily, causing tremors.

The trembling feeling spread along the blood flow, and finally poured into my heart, and the heartbeat became rapid and powerful, like waves slapped against his chest fiercely.

At the end of the song, the father and son were immersed in Xia Sheng's piano music, and no one spoke.

The room seemed to be filled with a special feeling. Mr. Kang couldn't tell what this feeling was. He just felt that the air in the whole room breathed and made people feel very relaxed.

At this time, there was a loud voice from upstairs—

"Whose pot burnt?"

The author has something to say: small theater

President Ba: As expected of a piano teacher who can knock people out with one punch!