Domineering president, forgive me

"Let me know later. Let's have a meeting and get to know each other." Xiangyang whispered an instruction, and then took the company information prepared early in the morning, which is the development of the company and relevant cooperation cases in the past two years.

Yao Shuting actually really wants to ask about Jiang Yuanzhou, and how does this contract, which obviously seems to be a loss for Dunhuang, do it.

Seeing Yao Shuting's intention to go out, Xiang Yang glanced up at Yao Shuting, smiled and asked, "what's the matter?"

"This contract..." Yao Shuting looked at Xiangyang curiously. "President Jiang looks like he's not so easy to talk."

Xiangyang has long realized that such a contract will be strange to Yao Shuting. It is estimated that people who see the content of the contract will feel incredible.

"If I didn't have any skills, I couldn't sit here, could I?" Xiang Yang asked with a low smile, then bowed his head and continued to look at the information in his hand, "go and inform him quickly."

Xiangyang's resume has actually been sent to the company for a long time. Many people are asking about it. We still agree with Xiangyang's ability.

Therefore, in fact, in addition to making people feel that Xiangyang's ability is really not small, this contract will not have any other reaction.

Jiang Yuanzhou went directly into the company with bean paste with a smile on his face. Everyone looked at it. It is estimated that everyone felt strange.

Jiang Yuanzhou has been alone all these years, let alone with any children. Even an assistant has never been with him.

What's more, I haven't heard of any children around Jiang Yuanzhou. What's more, I can fully know the relationship between the two people just by looking at their faces!

When did Jiang Yuanzhou have such a big son?

Assistant sun looked at the bean paste held in Jiang Yuanzhou's arms and brought into the door, slightly raised his eyebrows, and then calmed down in an instant: "this is today's meeting materials."

"Let Yang Tao preside over. I don't have time today." Jiang Yuanzhou held the bean paste in one hand and returned the information to assistant sun. "Later, help me book a box for a Pinxiang at noon."

Dousha put his hands around Jiang Yuanzhou's neck, tilted his head, looked at everything in front of him, blinked his eyes, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

Jiang Yuanzhou took the bean paste into his office and didn't mean to put it down. Looking at the information in his hand, he asked someone to send a glass of juice in.

Dousha felt that everything in front of him was particularly novel, and opened his eyes to see everything around him.

Jiang Yuanzhou looked at Dousha's curious face and smiled: "what's the matter? Don't you like orange juice? "

Dousha shook his head, holding fruit juice in both hands and biting the habit: "does everyone in this house listen to your command?"

Jiang Yuanzhou was stunned by Dousha's question, and then smiled: "what's the matter?"

"You're great." Dousha held the juice in his hands, raised his head and blinked. He looked at Jiang Yuanzhou for a moment and worshipped him. "So many people listen to you alone."

Because of Dousha's words, Jiang Yuanzhou's vanity was infinitely satisfied.

After all, who doesn't want to be worshipped by their children?

"Do you want to command so many people in the future?" Jiang Yuanzhou changed his arm, held bean paste, took a pen and signed the document.

Dousha looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with his head tilted. He probably didn't understand what Jiang Yuanzhou said.

"Do you want to be as powerful as me?" Jiang Yuanzhou was impatient and did not worry. He changed his way and asked again.

Now Dousha understood and quickly nodded. In his opinion, it is a great thing to have such a big house and so many people listen to him.

Seeing Dousha nodding, Jiang Yuanzhou smiled and said, "then call me dad. When you grow up, these will be yours."

Dousha opened his mouth and swallowed what he had said under Jiang Yuanzhou's happy eyes.

Jiang Yuanzhou must be disappointed. After all, he is full of hope, but Dousha is unwilling to speak, and he has no way to force him.

"Mommy said, Dousha can't just call dad." Dousha looked at Jiang Yuanzhou solemnly, bit the straw and muttered wrongly on his face.

Jiang Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Dousha with confusion. After all, the reason seemed strange.

"Dousha wants dad. Mommy said she can't call dad at will." Dousha was talking with his mouth tilted, and his tone was full of expectation and disappointment.

Dousha must have a little friend of the same age at this age. When he saw that someone had a father, how could he not ask Xiangyang for it? How did Xiangyang answer at that time?

Will a child without a father be bullied by children of the same age?

Jiang Yuanzhou rubbed bean paste in his arms. He couldn't stop being sour in his heart. His son suffered abroad, but he couldn't help it. He didn't even know that he had this son.

"Later, Dousha is a child with a father." Jiang Yuanzhou kissed Dousha's forehead, "I'm your father."

"Mommy said..." Dousha wanted to retort. He blinked and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou, but then he couldn't say anything.

Jiang Yuanzhou looked at the appearance of bean paste and felt sour in his heart.

"Bean paste, want dad." Dousha lowered his head, held the cup in both hands, and didn't drink any more. He just said waxy. This time, even his voice was filled with a cry, "Dousha is not, not a child without a father."

"Of course not." Jiang Yuanzhou said decisively, took the juice from Dousha's hand and put it aside. Then he stood on his thigh with Dousha in his arms and looked directly into Dousha's eyes. "Dad won't let people bully Dousha anymore."

Dousha knew that the man in front of him was his father, but no one had told him categorically. Now he heard Jiang Yuanzhou looking at himself so definitely and telling himself so firmly that he couldn't help it for a moment.

From small to large, all the grievances accumulated together, and all of a sudden broke out. Dousha couldn't help holding Jiang Yuanzhou's neck and crying, "Dad."

One after another, from the original shout to the last murmur, and finally into a smooth and even breath.

Jiang Yuanzhou carried Dousha into the lounge next to the office. He didn't mean to go out to continue his official business. He lay in bed with Dousha.

When Dousha woke up, he saw Jiang Yuanzhou's enlarged face and remembered what had happened before he fell asleep. He couldn't help reaching out and pinching Jiang Yuanzhou's face. It seemed to be determining whether what was happening in front of him was true.