Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

"Don't you like Barbie dolls?" He looked puzzled.

Yan Guilai shook his head firmly, "I want that!"

"Row."

It was not difficult for Yan Nanqing at all, but according to the rules of the game, parents can only participate and cannot complete it alone.

So Yan Nanqing squatted down and finished with Yan Guilai hand in hand.

Her hands were too small, the moment a young man like Yan Nanqing who roamed the battlefield all the year round held them, his heart softened a little.

It was an incredible feeling.

At least, before that, Yan Nanqing thought that except for that woman named Lin Qiaoqiao, there was no one in this world who could touch his cold heart.

"Wow! Come in, come in!" Just after throwing it, the villain in his arms jumped up excitedly.

The corners of Yan Nanqing's mouth curved slightly unconsciously.

Then continue to vote.

He had to say that genes are very mysterious, and even if the children next to him had their parents holding hands, they would at most be as good as five out of ten.

Looking at his Yan Guilai family, nine times out of ten, he is just a leader.

Not surprisingly, the prize she wanted was of course in the bag.

Then, Yan Nanqing originally wanted to take her to dance rubber bands or write calligraphy. Although he was wronged and made a fool of himself, little girls should be better at these things.

In the end, Yan Guilai directly dragged him to a shooting spot.

And the reason is very good: "You were good at throwing pots just now, and the same type of game is safer. Let's shoot the target first, then go to darts, and play balloons!"

Well, logical thinking is very clear and reasonable, and this brain is probably a good material for doing business in the future. Do you mean following her mother?
When it was almost time, Fan Xiaozheng picked up Fucheng and waited at the school gate.

Then I saw Yan Nanqing, father and daughter, returning with a full load, walking out with their hands almost full of things, Yan Guilai's small face was almost invisible by the prize, and he staggered in small steps.

Fucheng got out of the car and trotted over to help.

The little girl immediately smiled like a flower.

Fan Xiaozheng stood by the car and watched. It could be seen that the relationship between the father and daughter was improving, and Yan Nanqing did not see any impatient look on his face.

However, within 2 minutes after getting into the car, Yan Nanqing finally changed his face.

As soon as he got into the car, Yan Guilai proudly handed the beautiful little saber to Fucheng, with a nice smile on his innocent face, "Brother Cheng, I gave it to you!"

Yan Nanqing looked over and frowned, "Don't you like it?"

Xiao Guilai looked generous, "Brother Cheng will like it more."

"..."

He has been busy all afternoon.

It turned out to be cheap, a brat?Why do you feel that it is not very tasteful?
Fan Xiaozheng smiled softly at the side, but suddenly said: "Now you may know why Lin Zhenhong is so cruel to you?"

Yan Nanqing snorted, but didn't answer.

But this question, he lay in bed and thought about it for a long time that night.Almost lost sleep thinking about it.

Of course, since that day, the relationship between Yan Guilai and the little girl has taken a big step forward.

Yan Guilai admired him very much, and now every night before going to bed, he would take the initiative to send a message to him to say good night.

His mobile phone hardly received any messages, and it was all Do Not Disturb, but Yan Guilai's was on the top and replied.

Yan Nanqing thought about replying to the message, and there was only an exception for that woman, Lin Qiaoqiao.

The one who said good night every night was only to her.

Now there is one more little person.

But he was never tired of it!
In this regard, Fan Xiaozheng said that Yan Nanqing was the coldest and most tender person, and all the exceptions in his life were only given to their mother and daughter.

……

Almost two months had passed by the time rumors spread from Westantine's side.

I heard that Lin Quietly suggested to her father that neither she nor her children should have any of Lin's assets, and that all of them should be transferred to Yang Xin's name, so that he would not worry that Yan Nanqing was targeting their mother and daughter's assets. of.

The old man would naturally not agree to this kind of suggestion. Although Yang Xin has done his duty over the years, maximized the kindness that Lin quietly appreciated him at the beginning, and managed Lin's business very stably, but Lin Zhenhong would not agree to transfer all of them to him. rest assured.

In the end, Yang Xin and Lin Qiaoqiao were brother and sister, and each had half of all assets. As for who would run the company, it was up to the two of them.

But Yang Xin only wanted a quarter in the end.And just like Yan Nanqing back then, he doesn't want dividends from original shares.

That night Yang Xin chatted with the old man for a long time in the study.

When Lin quietly asked him what he was talking about, Yang Xin just smiled.

He only said one thing to the old man: "Strictly speaking, I am also an outsider. I can do this as an outsider. How can Yan Nanqing not be able to? Do you think he is inferior to me? After so many years, he has always It’s not hurt at all, you can see it in the slightest.”

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that although Yang Xin is excellent, overall, he is definitely not as good as Yan Nanqing. Yan Nanqing was also the top leader of the company at the time, so it is easy to compare.

Yang Xin sat with her in the living room for a while, and then said, "You... have recovered?"

Lin quietly smiled, "Anyway, I remember everything that shouldn't be remembered, does it count?"

"Will you not get close to the old man because of those things?" Yang Xin asked directly enough.

She was still smiling lightly, and didn't answer the question for a while.

He just said: "I don't mind the plot against Yan Nanqing, of course it's a lie."

Back then, Yan Nanqing didn't abandon her and ran over to block the bullet. If it wasn't for his good physique and agility, he might have died long ago if he had been a different person.

Yang Xin didn't have the position to say too much, just sat with her for a while, and then went to work.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night.

She looked at the light in the old man's study room was still on.

After she came back, she was indeed not close to him, at least not as close as before, especially when there were people beside her, she had almost no extra lines.

At this moment, Lin quietly stood next to the old man for a long time, and he had already fallen asleep leaning on the chair.

Her eyes fell on the old man's sideburn hair, which was almost completely white.

Lin quietly went to get a blanket to cover him, squatted on the edge of the chair for a while, and looked at the back of his hand beside him, which had already begun to age spots and was full of wrinkles.

Feeling sad for a moment, she shook these hands for the first time after she came back, and pressed her face against them for a while.

In the past, she always liked to hold his hand and act like a spoiled child.

Feeling the hand being held move, she stood up with her usual expression, "It's very late, go back to sleep, I should go to bed too."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went out first.

Then a servant came to help him back to his room.

The old man pointed to the blanket, "Bring it to the bedroom."

The servant looked at it, not knowing why, but nodded, "Oh, good."