Domineering president, forgive me

Xiang Qinglian was surprised in her eyes and took the note handed by Li Meiling. She smiled faintly with some embarrassment. Why don't you take her with you? Has the girl begun to doubt herself?

Xiang Qing shook her head. This idea is unrealistic. How can Li Meiling, a silly girl, see through her real intention to approach her.

Everyone in the nightclub dispersed one after another. The poor fellow Xiangyang was still busy learning to cook in the kitchen. Because Jiang Yuanzhou just promised her that as long as she could make a dish to his satisfaction, he would always hide it in his heart and would never reveal any news.

Xiangyang stared at the braised meat in the pot, although sister-in-law Li had just tried her best to stop her from cooking this dish. But for the future happiness of Dousha, she decided to work hard and learn to go through fire and water.

"Little grandma, paste, paste." Sister-in-law Li looked at the black smoke in the pot, and she didn't know what the young grandmother was thinking. She actually wanted to be in God. Anyway, she really doesn't want to watch her little grandmother waste food anymore.

Xiangyang stood by with a ashamed face and looked at his failed works in the trash can from time to time. He felt stuffed.

"Sister Li, why is this?"

Looking at Xiangyang's innocent face, sister-in-law Li couldn't help shaking her head. No wonder the young master is so gentle to the young grandmother. With her innocent, innocent and tender face, no one will have the idea of scolding or bullying?

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm going to school today. Have you forgotten?" Dousha hurriedly ran downstairs with a small schoolbag on his back. "Mommy, don't do it. Send me to school."

Huh? The spatula in Xiangyang's hand fell to the ground and looked at the bean paste in front of him. " Didn't your father say there was a driver to take you to school? "

"I don't care. I want you to send me." Dousha held her mouth and looked at her wrongfully. " Mommy doesn't love Dousha. She went to the kindergarten. Dousha won't see Mommy until the afternoon, but Mommy didn't give up at all. Mommy, you said, "don't you love me?"

What's all this and what? Dousha's brain turns too fast, but Xiangyang is too slow. This has led to some embarrassment in the current situation. Xiang Yang is still thinking about why Dousha has a pick-up driver but still wants her to send her to school.

In essence, it is normal that Dousha doesn't want to leave her, and she has always sent him to school in country y before. Ah, thinking of this, Xiangyang completely figured it out.

However, when she recovered and wanted to send Dousha to school, Dousha had got on the school bus with a depressed face because of the problem of time.

The atmosphere was too quiet. The driver Li Heng was originally a young man of only 20, so he was unhappy when he saw Dousha and tried to tease him.

"Young master, did you wet your bed today and find out by your little grandmother, so you look depressed?"

As soon as Li Heng's words fell, Dousha jumped up directly from his seat. " Oh, it hurts. " Dousha hit the roof, bared his teeth and stared at him fiercely. " Don't talk nonsense. I haven't wet my bed since I was five. "

"Oh?" Li Heng pretended to be surprised and looked at him. Then he asked, "I heard that the young master just turned five years old not long ago. Does this mean that the young master could wet the bed not long ago, or now he can wet the bed occasionally?"

"Me, why should I answer your question?" Dousha's eyes flickered to the window. Except that he didn't wet the bed with Xiangyang, he couldn't sleep alone or be asked to get up and pee.

Because he got up, no one could wake him up safely except Xiangyang.

The school is very close to the community where Jiang lives. It's a ten minute drive. Dousha got out of the car and said to Li Heng opposite the car, "you are not allowed to tell others about my bed wetting, do you know?"

Li Heng smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded. " I see, young master. I won't say it. "

"That's pretty much the same." With Li Heng's answer, Dousha began to be proud again.

And because of his car, he has been surrounded. Dousha looked at the eyes of the people around him and felt a little bored.

"Little brother, are you here for school?" Suddenly, a little girl with two ponytails appeared in front of Dousha.

Dousha looked at the little girl and her eyes brightened. It's so cute. He stretched out his hand and directly took the little girl's hand, smiling brightly. " I'm the new big class brother. Call me brother Dousha later. It's sweet Dousha. Oh, it's delicious. "

"Ha ha," the little girl giggled and looked very cute. " Brother Dousha, you are so funny. Do you like Dousha very much, so you call it Dousha? "

"No, No." Dousha quickly denied the fact, "Dousha is just a nickname. It's called by close people, you know?"

"Oh ~ ~" the little girl seemed to understand. Then she turned and ran behind an adult and took the adult to Dousha. " This is my mommy. My name is Li Zixin. Mommy usually calls me Xuanxuan. That Xuanxuan is my nickname, isn't it, Mommy? "

Li Zixin's mother smiled awkwardly. Unfortunately, he just read the gossip report about Jiang Yuanzhou a few days ago and knew that the innocent child in front of him was his son.

"Well, Xuanxuan, follow the bean paste in. Mommy is going to work." She asked Dousha to hold Li Zixin's hand, then smiled warmly and left.

Li Heng, who parked the car not far away and closely monitored the every move of Dousha, looked at the scene, narrowed his eyes slightly and remembered the name Li Zixin in his heart.

Everything around Dousha is managed by him, and Li Heng naturally needs to find out the people around him.

Bean paste went to school. Xiang Yang finally gave up learning to cook braised meat and turned to porridge.

However, she seems not only to have no talent in cooking, but also can cook porridge.

Sister-in-law Li looked at the so-called clear porridge that had been pasted in front of her, looked up at Xiangyang, and looked down at the porridge in the sand pot.

"Young grandma, I really don't think you have the talent to cook. I beg you. Go talk to the young master and let him avoid the torture of learning to cook. "

Xiangyang lowered his head in shame. Jiang Yuanzhou looked at the picture on the surveillance video in the Dunhuang president's office, his mouth slightly raised, showing a happy smile.

"Oh, look at our president Jiang Da. Is the little lady so happy when she comes back?" Qiao bin had just returned from abroad when he saw Jiang Yuanzhou's cheap smile. For a moment, he couldn't help teasing.

At the moment when Jiang Yuanzhou heard the sound, he directly closed the computer and looked up at Qiao bin with a cold look. " You'd better think of a reason why you don't have to knock at the door immediately. "

"I said Mr. Jiang, you can't be serious?" Qiao bin was forced to stand at the door of the office, neither in nor out.

He is absolutely crazy today to forget that Jiang Yuanzhou, a cold-blooded and ruthless president, lives in the office. Isn't he just kidding him? As for being so serious?