Domineering president, forgive me

Is he looking for something? He can arrange such a small matter in a word. How can he do it himself? Xiangyang looked at Jiang Yuanzhou suspiciously. He didn't know what he was thinking.

There was no room for refutation. After saying this, Jiang Yuanzhou went out, and she was pestered by bean paste and forced her to take him out to play.

Anyway, after making an appointment with Xu Di, Xiang Yang changed Dousha into a cute suit and went out with Dousha.

In the bustling streets and open-air squares, a large group of people surrounded the roads. Xiangyang pulled the bean paste carefully through the crowd, feeling a little curious about people's actions. Who the hell is it? Why is everyone so excited?

"Mommy, Mommy, it's Xia Mu Guizhi. He's so handsome." Dousha excitedly pointed to the place surrounded by people in front and shouted.

Because of Xiangyang, xiaodousha, who is only four years old, has also become an animation fan. Among them, Xia Mu's friend account is their favorite.

"God, I haven't heard of them coming back to China for publicity!" Xiangyang excitedly pushed Dousha into the crowd. "Dousha, Hold Mommy's hand. The future is a little long."

"Uh huh." The bean paste tightened and tightly held Xiangyang's little hand, with a sweet smile on the corners of his mouth. " I see, Mommy, let's go. "

"That's Xia Mu Guizhi's voice excellent Shengu Haoshi. I actually saw a real person." Xiangyang excitedly took out his mobile phone from his bag and quickly took a few photos. Then he turned and was ready to hold Dousha's little hand, but found that Dousha was missing.

"Bean paste, bean paste!" Xiangyang hurriedly shuttled through the crowd, but her voice was drowned in the crowd, and loud shouting had little effect.

It was not easy to squeeze out the crowd. Xiangyang thought of calling Jiang Yuanzhou for the first time.

In the president's office of Dunhuang group headquarters, Jiang Yuanzhou looked dignified and listened to the flustered voice of Xiangyang with his mobile phone. After Xiang Yang finished, he said softly, "don't worry, I'll send someone to find it. I'll find the bean paste."

Secretary sun was sorting out the documents. Listening to Jiang Yuanzhou's words, he immediately put down the documents in his hand and stood in front of Jiang Yuanzhou.

"You heard it, immediately send someone to the open-air square to find the young master at the scene of an animation publicity activity."

"Yes, president." Secretary sun went out of the president's office and immediately called his subordinates, but he didn't call the police. If the young master is normal and lost, he should be found nearby. Interested people may also be sent to the police station.

But if you call the police directly, the arrival of the police will always provide some information to those who have always hated the Dunhuang group. At that time, I'm afraid the young master will only be more dangerous.

Soon after, Jiang Yuanzhou found Xiangyang sitting on a bench decadent in the open-air square. Looking at her pale cheeks, she was distressed.

"Don't worry, Dousha will be fine." Jiang Yuanzhou came to her and sat down. He gently stopped her shoulder and let her lean against his arms.

The originally clear sky is now covered with clouds. What about bean paste? Unlike Xiangyang's worry, he is now very excited to hold Shinya Haoshi's hand and say his love for xiamu's friend account, but the other party can't understand it at all. He can only politely smile at him and nod from time to time.

"Oh, no," Dousha looked at a lot of missed calls on the phone watch. He accidentally talked for too long and forgot his mommy. Dousha tiptoed and kissed on the face of Hiroshi Kamiya, then quickly ran out of the dressing room.

"Hey, hey, kid, did you get lost with adults? Let your brother hug you. Will your brother give you lollipops? " Mu Jinyun doesn't know what he's doing now. He just listens to his little sister to tease the children.

Dousha looked warily at the handsome man in front of him. His eyes fell on the colored lollipop in his hands. It's the kind that pig man often eats. It must be delicious, isn't it?

Mu Jinyun looked at the bean paste and was greedy to eat, but he was wary that he would be a bad man. He raised a good-looking arc at the corners of his mouth, tore open the candy paper of the lollipop, shook it in front of him and said softly.

"Don't worry, uncle is not a bad man. If you don't believe it, uncle can eat it and show you."

Dousha watched his favorite lollipop stuffed into Mu Jinyun's mouth, angrily pointed at him with his small mouth and said, "didn't you say it to me? How can you eat? "

Mu Jinyun pursed his mouth and smiled, then rubbed his short hair, and naturally took his hand and walked to the nearby convenience store. " Take whatever you want and uncle will buy it for you. "

"Really?" Dousha is full of disbelief. The uncle in front of him doesn't seem to be rich. Otherwise, he will take a few packets of snacks at random? Anyway, he's hungry, as long as he doesn't take too expensive ones, right?

Thinking, Dousha touched his flat stomach and smiled sweetly at Mu Jinyun. " You're welcome. Oh, I'm hungry. "

"Well," Mu Jinyun answered and sat at the door waiting for the bean paste to pay. He checked the nearby snack bar with his mobile phone in his hand. Children as young as him like that kind of interesting restaurant now, don't they?

Having not returned home for more than ten years, Mu Jinyun is obviously not very familiar with city A. After staring at his mobile phone for a few minutes, Mu Jinyun placed an order in a nearby children's restaurant. At the same time, Dousha has also selected his favorite snacks and returned to the cashier.

The clerk at the cashier's desk looked at the little cart pushed by bean paste. His eyes lit up, and his eyes exuded a breath of joy. It seems that the children of rich families actually bought so many snacks, all of which are expensive foreign products. It seems that they have a commission again this month.

Mu Jinyun didn't expect that Dousha would buy so many things, and he looked dissatisfied. It was obvious that he hadn't bought enough or what he really liked. Helpless to shake his head, Mu Jinyun stood up and strode over.

"What's the matter? You seem a little unhappy."

The bean paste shriveled his mouth, stared at the bar code scanner in the cashier's hand, looked at the price beating on the display screen, and felt a little uneasy. After all, he didn't think he would really spend Mu Jinyun's money with these things. Now he just borrowed it. Later, he would pay it back with his pocket money. If it exceeded the standard, it would be embarrassing.

Hoo, after sweeping, Dousha finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it's only more than 1000. He still has this little money. Grandma gave him a lot of money yesterday. However, how can I get the money from Mommy and return it to my uncle?

After paying, Mu Jinyun took the initiative to carry the bag and put the shopping bag into his car first, while the bean paste that has been silently following him has been wandering in space, and he doesn't know what he's thinking. Led the bean paste with basically no independent consciousness to the children's restaurant.