Domineering president, forgive me

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't sleep well. He felt the bean paste pinching and woke up immediately. He put his hand around the bean paste in his arms and rubbed his chin against the bean paste's cheek: "are you awake?"

"Dad?"

"Yes."

"Dad."

"What's the matter?"

"Dad!" Bean paste rubbed in Jiang Yuanzhou's arms. Smelling the smell of Jiang Yuanzhou, he said to himself, "it's dad's taste."

The father and son tossed about in bed for a while. Finally, they couldn't bear to get up from the bed hungry and took a look. The time was almost lunch time.

"Let's go to dinner." Jiang Yuanzhou held bean paste all the way and completely ignored the eyes of others in the company.

Dousha bent his eyebrows, put his arm around Jiang Yuanzhou's neck in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other hand, then looked up at Jiang Yuanzhou and murmured, "where's Mommy?"

"Let's pick up Mommy first, and then go to dinner." Jiang Yuanzhou put the bean paste on the copilot, thought for a moment and called assistant sun, "send a child seat this afternoon."

Xiangyang has thought about many ways of getting along between Jiang Yuanzhou and Dousha. Dousha is always clever, but it doesn't mean he has no temper. Dousha never has a good face for people he doesn't know.

What does she see now?

Dousha is so tired of Jiang Yuanzhou's arms that he doesn't even want to feed him?

"Well, I want shrimp, not meat." Dousha shook his head like a rattle, and his hands were still holding the cup of orange juice.

"No, good children can't be picky about food!" Jiang Yuanzhou looked firmly at the bean paste, which was completely irrefutable.

Dousha blinked wrongfully. Finally, under Xiangyang's incredible eyes, he finally opened his mouth obediently, then wrinkled his small face, and painfully swallowed the braised meat that Jiang Yuanzhou had caught at his mouth.

Xiangyang can't believe it at all. She's always picky about food, so she can't help eating the bean paste like this?

"Why are you looking at us?" Jiang Yuanzhou looked up at Xiangyang. He was more confused about Xiangyang's eyes. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Xiangyang finally shook his head. He can't sigh here that Jiang Yuanzhou actually persuaded Dousha?

"Dad, eat shrimp! Want to eat shrimp! " Dousha looked at the vegetables handed to his mouth and shook his head. He resisted more than just letting him eat meat.

Xiangyang was stunned directly by what Dousha said. Dousha was talking about Jiang Yuanzhou's name?

What happened to the father and son when she didn't know?

"Bean paste." Xiangyang put down his chopsticks and sank his face. He looked at Dousha with disapproval. "Didn't Mommy tell you that you can't call someone dad?"

Dousha looked at Xiangyang. He didn't think he was wrong. It was clear that Jiang Yuanzhou was his father. Why couldn't he shout?

Xiangyang's face is severe. Although Dousha depends on Xiangyang, she is still afraid of Xiangyang.

When Xiangyang said this, he didn't know what to do, so he had to turn his eyes to Jiang Yuanzhou holding himself.

"I'm his father. There's nothing wrong with his call." Jiang Yuanzhou rarely looked at Xiangyang coldly. He looked at Xiangyang with a serious look. He didn't agree with what Xiangyang said.

Xiangyang didn't expect that Jiang Yuanzhou would suddenly say this to himself in such a serious tone. Some unconsciously frowned and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou with cold eyes.

"Dousha is still a child, but he is qualified to know who his father is." Jiang Yuanzhou looked at Xiangyang with an irrefutable gesture.

For a moment, Xiangyang didn't know what to say to Jiang Yuanzhou. Xiangyang couldn't refute what Jiang Yuanzhou said.

However, Xiang Yang finally felt that after Dousha's "father" shouted out, it seemed to mean that he acquiesced in Jiang Yuanzhou's existence.

"No matter what our relationship is, Dousha and my father son relationship will not change." Jiang Yuanzhou put down his chopsticks, looked at the bean paste solemnly, and then said in a deep voice, "so it's no problem for bean paste to call my father."

Bean paste got Jiang Yuanzhou's guarantee, and a reassuring look appeared on his face. By the way, even the green vegetables in front of him were not so annoying.

Xiangyang still wanted to refute, but when he came to his mouth, he finally swallowed it back.

Obviously, he acquiesced in the relationship between Dousha and Jiang Yuanzhou, and nodded reluctantly.

Seeing Xiangyang nodding, Dousha couldn't help smiling and bending her eyebrows: "Dad, Dousha wants to eat shrimp."

"No, children can't be picky about food." Jiang Yuanzhou still looked determined, and there was no doubt in his eyes when he looked at Dousha.

Xiangyang looked at the way Dousha was treated by Jiang Yuanzhou. Although he felt that his status was threatened, this result was good for Dousha, and Xiangyang didn't need to stop it.

Xiang Yanggang arrived at the company and had many things to deal with immediately in the afternoon: "I still have some things to deal with this afternoon. Will the bean paste continue to be put on your side?"

"OK." Jiang Yuanzhou didn't think there was any need to refute. After all, it was a matter of improving the relationship between himself and Dousha.

Dousha was taken back to Dunhuang by Jiang Yuanzhou. In the morning, Jiang Yuanzhou took his son to the company. Naturally, the company is boiling. Many people are curious about where Jiang Yuanzhou found the child.

It is also a matter of course that the news reached Jiang Yuanzhou's parents. Although they have already retired to the background of Dunhuang management, they still have some eye liner in the company. It is also very convenient to know what happened to the company.

They were told about the bean paste at the first time, and even the photos were handed over.

Murongqiu looked at the latest photos, which were somewhat incredible. Looking at Jiang Qingwei's eyes, he was also a little surprised: "this child..."

She was a little too excited. She didn't know how to describe her mood.

"And the boat as like as two peas," they are exactly the same. Jiang Qingwei couldn't help feeling happy. His hand holding the photo trembled.

Both of them are over half a hundred years old. Of course, they are eager for their grandchildren. In recent years, Jiang Yuanzhou's posture is impossible to find people outside Xiangyang, let alone have grandchildren. It's a fool's dream.