My dear President, Please make a detour

At night, the lights are on.

Jane's villa is full of beautiful lights.

In such a big living room, Qian Yu and little glutinous rice have been reconciled. The child's world is always simple and forgetful. The two people chase each other around the sofa and have a lot of fun.

Jian boyao and Bai Shaoqing sat aside, looking at the two children and chatting.

Shu Weiyi and Yan ruoxiao are busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner tonight.

"Wei Yi, haven't you cooked for a long time?" Yan ruoxiao smiled at Shu Wei Yi's action of cutting vegetables.

Shu Weiyi nodded shyly: "there are too many things in the company every day. Where can I still have time to cook? Occasionally on the day off, I will make something he likes to eat for Qian Yu, but he doesn't like what I do."

Yan ruoxiao burst into laughter: "our little glutinous rice likes what I make very much, so I will make it for her every day."

"You used to be a person who couldn't do anything. Now you are proficient in all kinds of martial arts for your children. Your mother is really great." Shu Weiyi exclaimed.

"Yes, we are really great." Yan ruoxiao agreed with Shu Weiyi and said.

With these words, the two women looked at each other and smiled, both of them burst out a burst of happy laughter.

"By the way, Yi'an will bring his girlfriend over tonight, you know?" then Yan ruoxiao said to Shu Weiyi as if he suddenly remembered it.

"Hmm? He's a little fast. He left the hospital yesterday and found his girlfriend today?" Shu Weiyi was a little surprised.

"He used to be a playboy. It's not uncommon to find a woman. But I think it's inappropriate for me to take her to our private party just one day." Yan ruoxiao doesn't know that Huo Yian's girlfriend is arranged by Bai Shaoqing.

Shu Weiyi was silent for a moment. She couldn't say anything. After all, the place of the party tonight was at her house.

"It doesn't matter. He's just happy." then, Shu Weiyi said generously.

"HMM." Yan ruoxiao nodded and didn't continue to say anything. Then he and Shu Weiyi continued to be busy.

At the same time, the living room was filled with a cheerful and warm atmosphere.

Just as Jian boyao and Bai Shaoqing were talking, a familiar figure flashed in.

"Hello, aribati, jazz's handsome brother is coming!" I saw Jazz appear fully armed with two toys in his hand.

Before Jian boyao could speak, Qian Yu ran to jazz first. The little guy had a good relationship with jazz.

"Uncle jazz, you're coming." Qian Yu warmly hugged Jazz's calf and said with a smile on his small face.

Jazz quickly put down the gift he brought to Qianyu and picked him up: "I miss you so much, xiaoqianyu. My uncle came to see you."

"I miss my uncle too." Qian Yu rarely rubs jazz with his small head. It seems that his relationship with jazz is better than his relationship with his father.

At this time, the two colors of a father are not very good-looking.

Jian boyao raised his eyebrows and looked at jazz: "Why are you here?"

"The boss asked me to come." Jazz smiled at Jane boyao, and then added, "come to do chores + take care of children."

"Jazz corn, Xueer also wants to hug." at this time, little glutinous rice also came to jazz, opened his small arms and fell softly.

Jazz also picked up the little glutinous rice quickly. The children like jazz, the child king.

"Ah, we Xueer are so cute. We must be children who grow up eating cute." Jazz said with a smile, holding Jian Qianyu in one hand and little glutinous rice in the other.

Little glutinous rice was amused with a smile by jazz's words: "then I'll give it to jazz corn, too."

"Jazz grew up eating handsome corn, so keep it for Xueer." Jazz said solemnly to little glutinous rice.

"What about me?" Jian Qianyu asked hurriedly.

"Qian Yu naturally grew up eating intelligence and wisdom. We Qian Yu are the best and smartest children in the world." Jazz said that Qian Yu was very happy.

Mom and dad have always been more serious to him, and only uncle Jazz would praise him and encourage him.

After a while, jazz and the two children formed a group and had a good time.

The two men who were completely ignored sat there alone and very quiet.

"I said, Bo Yao, will jazz take our place in the hearts of the children? Why do I think our little glutinous rice likes him more than me?" Bai Shaoqing felt a sense of crisis for a moment. He asked Jian Bo Yao with an uneasy eyebrow.

Jian boyao was already upset, but he was embarrassed to show it.

"Naive! Just rely on him?" Jian boyao responded coldly with a calm voice.

"That's right. How can this childish guy replace us as fathers?" Bai Shaoqing's head suddenly looked like a chicken pecking rice, like affirming Jian boyao and comforting himself.

At this time, the words of little glutinous rice with laughter came clearly: "Xueer likes jazz millet most!"

When this sentence fell, Bai Shaoqing and Jian boyao turned white.

"Damn it, I have to go and bring our little glutinous rice, or she won't know who her father is." Bai Shaoqing couldn't sit still and said she was going to get up and look for her little daughter.

Although Jian boyao didn't speak, he felt bad.

The little glutinous rice cried when he saw him, but he was so enthusiastic and liked jazz.

Why is the gap between people so large?

"Well, let him take the children away, so as not to make his ears hurt." but even so, Jian boyao was still trying to be brave.

"That's my own daughter." Bai Shaoqing's face was bent.

"That's also my own son. It's still in my home. Did I say anything?" Jian boyao said proudly.

Bai Shaoqing snorted and then gave Jian boyao a thumbs up: "admire! This spicy chicken Jazz robbed your son and robbed your house. You can still be so calm."

"Each other." Jian boyao fought back lightly.

Come on, hurt each other!

Bai Shaoqing pointed to Jian boyao and said, "I don't care about you. I have to hold my daughter."

As he got up from the sofa, a familiar voice came from the porch.

"Hi, boyao, Shaoqing, here we are." is Huo Yian's voice.

Hearing his voice, Jian boyao and Bai Shaoqing glanced at him.

I saw Huo Yian holding a young and beautiful girl, smiling towards the room.

The girl looked a little reluctant. She kept her head down and looked shy.

But Bai Shaoqing's eyes still sank slightly, because he knew that the girl was the woman he arranged for Huo Yian last night.

Cheng Xiaoqi.