Domineering CEO Is My Son

After Mr. Kang pitted Brother Parrot, he thought of another thing -

"Does mother really have time on Friday? If there is really no time, I don't have to come, I don't mind." He really doesn't mind if one less person comes to see him embarrassed.

During this time, the violent mother was very busy, and almost only had time at night.

Mr. Kang thought that if the other party can't go there, it doesn't matter. After all, it is a children's art performance, which is far from the mother's performance.

Well, he actually thinks that the fewer people see the better, after all, he is still using this body.

"Mom is a bit busy lately, but she said that she will not miss her baby's performance. I posted a circle of friends today. Your grandparents said that you might not be able to come and watch it during those two days."

Mr. Kang: "..." Although I didn't say it clearly, the mentality of watching the excitement after hard time is obvious.

Mr. Kang sighed, forget it, anyway, he will go back to his body in the future, and I will talk about it when the time comes.

"Baby, knead slowly." Yue Qin taught his son to knead the glutinous rice flour, preparing to make a hemp ball.

School is a little early in the afternoon, and Xia Sheng called back today, saying that there is still time in the afternoon, and it may be late to come back.

Both children are a little hungry. The younger son can eat some dried fruits first, but the elder son has to eat.

Yue Qin wanted to be a hemp ball that his son didn't seem to have eaten before.

"Have you never eaten this deep-fried mochi before?"

The child shook his head.

"Then what do you usually eat for breakfast?"

President Kang thought for a while and didn't speak. He usually eats Western food for breakfast. To be precise, his three meals are basically Western food.

Because he was accustomed to western food when he was a child. Western food has a characteristic, almost always serving one person, unlike Chinese food, which requires several people to eat together.

The meaning of Chinese food seems to be sharing, which he felt when he was a child.

But he didn't say this, because it looked like a miserable sale.

Mr. Kang slowly kneaded the glutinous rice flour, and under the guidance of his father, he kneaded it into a whole ball.

He is very interested in all the delicacies his father cooks. He heard from his father just now that this little ball wrapped in sesame seeds will expand into a hollow ball under the action of frying, and the outside will be fragrant and crispy. A layer of shell, the inside is hollow, there is also the flow of sweet taro.

While Yue Qin used a shovel to roll over the puffballs that began to swell, the air in the kitchen was full of fragrance, and the children next to him looked straight.

Children always like to eat crispy crispy rice dumplings. This kind of fried mochi is better than rice dumplings.

Yue Qin skewered the cooked hemp ball with a chopstick, and put it on the kitchen paper to drain the oil.

The child next to him kept asking: "Can you eat it?"

Yue Qin said, "Wait for it to cool down, it's too hot now."

Yue Qin picked up the remaining hemp **** one by one with a colander, and the children's hemp **** could also be eaten.

Yue Qin narrowed his eyes as he watched his son eating, and then asked--

"Have you ever thought about asking me to help you contact an adult at home?"

Mr. Kang's mouth was full of burnt incense, he was satisfied, he heard this, but this hemp ball is really delicious, and other things in the world seem to be less important.

No wonder all children like to eat fried food!

Because it's really delicious!

Mr. Kang then replied: "No one in my family cares about me."

This is the truth. All the adults in his family are expecting him not to survive or die. It is best to stay unconscious forever.

Yue Qin knew that the other party's parents had passed away, but a five or six-year-old child could not live on his own. He must have a guardian. He wanted to ask several times before but was blocked by the child. This time, the child ate. Deep-fried foods are particularly low-risk. Don't ask at this time, when will you wait?

"What about your guardian?"

"After my parents passed away, the guardian was my second uncle." Mr. Kang replied really seriously: "But they have children themselves, so I can't rob others of their parents."

Yue Qin frowned. How could a child know this theory? Someone must have told him.

No wonder he has always been particularly sensitive, repeatedly stressing that although he does not have a parent, he will not rob someone else's parent. .

Mr. Kang felt that many things, as if it really happened yesterday.

He also lived in the second uncle's house for a while, after all, the other party was his guardian.

His cousin is two years older than him, and he often cries and makes noise--

"Why should I let him? His parents are great when he is dead, and it wasn't me who killed his parents!"

"This is my home, I don't allow him to come in!"

Yue Qin found that the child took a bite of the numb ball and said, "But it doesn't matter, I have a lot of money."

He has money and a house, so why should he go to someone else's house to be angry?

The cousin cried and refused to have one more child. The young President Kang ran away from home and wanted to go back to his own home. He didn't have money, house, housekeeper, and cook. Why should he be angry?

Yueqin felt distressed for the child, and gave the child an extra hemp ball.

Xia Sheng didn't get home until eight o'clock--

"Husband, big baby, little baby--" Xia Sheng felt very good when he arrived home.

Mr. Kang originally watched his father show off his knife in the kitchen. As soon as his mother came back, he saw the big father put down the knife and went out.

Mr. Kang: "..." Another pot of dog food.

"Why are you so happy today?" Yue Qin kissed his wife's forehead and helped her put the bag on the shelf next to him.

"I could come back on time this afternoon, but Miss Tan had something wrong and asked me to be her protector for the time being-a friend."

While washing the leaves, Mr. Kang thought, the violent mother originally wanted to talk about bodyguards, but she definitely wanted to talk about bodyguards.

A violent mother is really a person who feels she has a secret.

In fact, she has no secrets in this family.

"Then, I accidentally heard something in the hospital, which made me happy."

Xia Sheng whispered to her husband--

"Do you remember the boss of your previous company?"

"I heard Miss Tan say that he is only the housekeeper looking after him now."

President Kang's heart jumped sharply, and he looked at the big dad.

The big dad just said, "Where is his family?"

"His parents passed away when he was a child, and his company is now in the hands of his second uncle. I heard from Miss Tan that his second uncle may lose his company at any time."

Every time the violent mother said a word, Mr. Kang's heart jumped sharply.

Both parents died-

There is a housekeeper at home--

There is also a second uncle--

Why did you want to be greedy just now, want to eat those two hemp balls, and even sell it so badly that you told the big guy dad about your past!

Big dad, don't think about it, don't think about it.

"Baby?"

The big dad was about to say something when he found that the kid next to him was sweaty and pale.

"I'm fine." Mr. Kang also found out what he was scared into.

Xia Sheng quickly picked up his son: "Is it uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Mr. Kang said, don't talk about what happened just now and it will be all right.