My dear President, Please make a detour

Jian Qianyu raised his eyes and looked at the small crying bag, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Remembering the little appearance of crying bag lying in the hospital before, he just felt that he could not be more relieved to see the little guy jumping like this.

After a quiet day, Jian Qianyu once again matched Yin Ming.

In the office.

Jian Qianyu tapped the desktop with his slender and good-looking fingers. He stared at the computer, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "he's really haunted."

When the Indian family collapsed, they didn't break him down completely. I have to say, this is a character.

The assistant also knew about the recent developments of Yin Ming. When he heard the speech, he said, "do you want me to let someone check his business this time?"

In the past, Yin Ming's business was not very clean.

He doesn't believe that those businesses that are not clean but have great interests can get rid of Yinming.

Jian Qianyu smiled vaguely, "he's an old fox. It's not easy for you to catch his braids."

"Ah?" the assistant was stunned: "do you want to check it?"

"Of course." Jian Qianyu glanced at him. "It's not easy, but I believe in your ability."

The assistant nodded and took down his orders.

"The business prospect of this land is excellent. At present, our biggest competitor is Yinming," Jian Qianyu said.

"Find the handle of Yinming as soon as possible." Jian Qianyu's eyes cooled down: "I don't feel happy if I don't let him suffer a loss."

After the assistant left, Jian Qianyu flipped through the documents on the table and thought about Yin Ming in his mind.

Gee, it seems that since falling in love, Yin Ming seems to have been good.

It's strange.

At the same time, Yinming is not happy there.

"Jian Qianyu is against me again!" Yin Ming's eyes are uncertain and his words are cold.

"President Yin, what are we going to do next? They robbed a lot of our company's customers..."

"Let the public relations department find a way." Yin Ming said coldly, "what do I spend so much money on them? Who makes them mascots in the company?"

"OK, I'll arrange it now."

"What's the matter? Lose such a temper?" Wenya came in with a bowl of soup after hearing the movement in the study.

When Yin Ming saw her, his originally gloomy face turned sunny.

"Nothing." Yin Ming smiled at her, and his tone sounded gentle: "I just had some trouble at work. I couldn't help it for a while. I was a little impatient."

Wenya pushed the soup she had just cooked in front of him: "don't always be busy working. Anyway, you've earned enough money for us now. There's no need to fight like that."

Yin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at her stomach meaningfully: "we can't give up our work, but we have to raise a litter of children in the future“

Then he directly pulled Wenya into his arms, kissed her forehead and asked vaguely, "Yaya, wife... How many babies are you going to give me in the future?"

Wen Ya stared at him angrily: "how many do you want?"

"Seven," said Yin Ming, pretending to meditate.

Gentle, angry and funny: "what's the matter? Do you want me to give you gourd babies?"

When Yin Ming heard this, he was also amused.

"Who says it's Cucurbita? Maybe it's the seven fairies." Yin Ming smiled.

"Fuck you, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes." Wen Yachen said strangely, "you don't know how painful it is to have a baby, so you can say that here."

Gentle said, eyes turned, do not know what to think of.

"By the way." gentle and cunning looked at him: "since you look forward to children so much, come to a place with me."

"Hmm?" Yin Ming was stunned. "Where?"

"It's a very interesting place. I'm sure you'll be impressed all your life after you come." he said in a gentle tone.

Yin Ming was intrigued by her words and immediately stood up: "in that case, let's hurry over and have a look. I really want to know how to impress me?"

Gentle but silent.

Not long after, they came to the sixth floor of the largest department store here.

Under a huge sign, there are several reclining chairs.

Wenya took him over and blinked, "you, sit up and try."

Yin Ming looked at the words written on the huge sign and smoked from the corners of his mouth.

"Maternity Experience department."

Looking at the black chair and the volunteers standing next to the chair, Yin Ming hesitated and asked, "does this experience... Hurt?"

"We simulated the pain of pregnant women during childbirth." the nearby volunteer smiled and said, "as long as you lie down and bring our instrument, you can experience the pain your wife will experience during childbirth."

Yin Ming turned his head and looked gentle. His eyes fell on her lower abdomen.

Although she is not pregnant now, they will have children sooner or later.

It's not impossible for him to experience the pain he will bear in the future.

"That's troublesome," Yin Ming said politely to the volunteers as he sat in his chair.

The volunteer nodded and began to put instruments on his stomach.

One level, two levels... A little bit up here.

Yin Ming's face became more and more ugly. In the end, he couldn't bear it and showed a color of pain.

"Hiss..." as if his body was torn, he couldn't help humming.

Wen Ya looked at it with some pain: "well, that's it. Don't continue to adjust down. Take it down for him."

After tossing around and taking the instrument off his stomach, Yin Ming felt as if he had regained his life.

"It hurts too much." Yin Ming looked at Wen Ya with a serious face: "wife, let's not have children in the future."

Having a child is like death. He really doesn't want Wenya to suffer in the future.

Wen Ya picked her eyebrows: "but I remember, you like children best."

"No, compared with children, I love you more." Mingsi did not avoid the presence of outsiders. Opening her mouth was tantalizing love words.

Wen Ya blushed and pinched him. "There are others here. Don't talk nonsense."

When the two men left from the sixth floor, Yin Ming looked back and took another look at the instrument that had just experienced great pain.

Wenya was right. The experience was enough for him to remember all his life.

"There is no food at home. Buy some more." Wenya talked to him and strolled around the mall, just like a couple who have been married for a long time. "

Wenya doesn't go into the kitchen very much, but these days she is obsessed with making soup. Whenever she has time, she soaks in the kitchen and pours all kinds of soup.