Good night, Mr.President

Under the blue sky, flocks of sheep are running. The grassland is green and quiet, dotted with a few lovely flowers, which looks vibrant.

Wang Xinyi took the camera and gently pressed the shutter. A touch of beautiful scenery was recorded by her.

"Mom, mom, I want to hug..."

A lovely white male doll trotted over, with steady steps and slow speech, but with standard pronunciation.

"Gu Gu, slow down. Don't cry when you fall down."

The little boy obediently slowed down, walked slowly, looked at his feet very seriously, looked up from time to time, and smiled at Wang Xinyi.

Gu Gu is almost three years old. Wang Xinyi raised him personally since childhood. His son is very smart and learns everything quickly. He opens his mouth and learns to walk earlier than the children of the same year.

Wang Xinyi looked at him and came to him. On his young face, there was a shadow of Gu Yunting. That intelligence was also inherited from him

Far away, there came a motorcade, an expensive jeep, with more than ten cars from beginning to end.

On the grassland, Wang Xinyi saw it from a distance, but it took a long time for the car to drive close.

At this moment, Gu Gu also came to her side. She hung the camera around her neck, held the child and went back to the tent.

When outsiders come to the grassland, she will never go out to see people.

This ranch is hers. She has raised hundreds of cattle and sheep. She asked two locals to help look at it. Life is very moist.

The traffic on the grassland is not very good, not because of the road conditions, but because there are few people and a wide range of roads, and few people know the road.

"Boss Wang!"

Brother Li is one of the locals she invited. He has children and women at home. He is simple and honest.

He stood outside the tent and politely didn't go in. Wang Xinyi gently said, "what's the matter?"

"Boss Wang, a motorcade has just arrived. He said that the grassland nearby should be contracted, including your pasture. I want to talk to you face to face."

"Well, call them in charge. Just one person."

With that, Wang Xinyi put on a delicate veil and a high hat, revealing only a pair of Shuiling eyes.

It's not unusual to have this kind of dress on the grassland.

After a while, there was another person standing outside the tent, tall and thin.

"Boss Wang, my name is Mei. I have business to occupy the grassland here. At that time, we will move a place for boss Wang. We will compensate you for any loss."

Wang Xinyi was stunned. This voice

How did Mei Qixian do grassland business? His jewelry is a family business, and he is the only son. Why?

"Boss Wang?" Mei Qixian asked softly when he heard that there was no reply in the tent.

Wang Xinyi said softly to Gu, and asked him to say it for himself.

Gu Gu was very sensible and began with full confidence, "my mother agreed. Boss Mei, go back!"

Wang Xinyi smiled and praised his son better than a thumb. Gu Gu was still small. Of course, he didn't understand what he meant, but just copied it.

Mei Qixian outside the tent did not understand. The adult's voice was not heard. Does the child count?

"Boss Wang, don't count children's words. You'd better say it yourself?"

Of course, Wang Xinyi didn't dare to make a noise for fear of being recognized. She whispered in Gu Gu's ear, "go and call Uncle Li in."

Gu heard that he walked slowly outside the tent, opened the curtain and revealed a small head.