Adorable Baby Invincible: Abduct a CEO to be a Daddy

According to grandma's design concept this time, it is guided by scientific methods, and the important data are physical condition and food intake.There are even weird ovulation periods.

She has investigated all these things, and decided to follow her investigation one by one.

First is eating.

When everyone was eating, grandma paid close attention to how much her granddaughter-in-law ate and what she didn't like, and she recorded them one by one.

That's why such a strange scene happened—the whole family was happily dining there, and at this time, the secretary was recording something over there with an iPad in his hand.

Madam Qi asked curiously, "What happened to him?"

Grandma waved her hand and said casually: "It's nothing, this kid is just ignorant and likes to play games while others are eating. Hey, how many times have I told him that he doesn't listen, let's leave him alone. Come, come, eat."

Secretary: ".." Old madam, is it really okay for you to black me like this?Obviously I did it strictly according to your request, okay?

The second is physical condition.

Since the secretary was a man after all, it was impossible to know Anya's data directly.

Ever since, this arduous task was handed over to grandma.

Grandma found out when Anya took a bath, and when Anya came out of the bath, she took the opportunity to do it in the name of chatting.

Occasionally rubbing the waist, touching the legs, etc., and whispering while touching: "Daughter-in-law, have you lost weight recently? Eat more!"

Not to mention seeing grandma when she came out of the shower, just saying that grandma's salty trotter made her whole body tense.

Could it be that grandma wants to have a whim again?

The corner of Anya's mouth twitched, and she immediately thought of those terrible scenes, and said immediately: "Okay! I will!"

"That's good!" Grandma smiled and patted her hand.

Anya breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when she thought the matter had been resolved, she didn't expect more bad news waiting for her.

Just like.

At noon the next day, she wanted to go to dinner with her colleagues, but found that the secretary came in with large and small insulated boxes, and laid them out in front of her.

Anya was taken aback when she saw this situation.

"This.."

In particular, this secretary came here at the behest of grandma, and he also said: "The old lady supervises me and must let you finish eating."

Anya: "..."

a bolt from the blue!

Darkness!

But this time grandma has learned to be smart and changed to a soft policy.She knows those bitter traditional Chinese medicines, and young people nowadays don't like to take them.So she thought of another way.

Therefore, what the secretary took out of these boxes was not some exotic tonics, but some exquisite pastries.

Anya blinked her eyes and froze for a moment: "What's going on?"

Could it be that grandma really figured it out?

She rubbed her chin, not too good at it.According to grandma's thoughts that day, those thoughts of grandma don't seem to be fake.

"Young Madam, please eat." The secretary said lightly.

Seeing the beautiful and lovely appearance of those cakes, Anya couldn't help swallowing her saliva. After all, she is a beauty controler, and these cakes are no exception.

She reached out slowly, trying to grab a piece of pastry.

During this process, she desperately observed the secretary's actions.The secretary looked calm.

"Could it be that this is just an ordinary pastry?"

She took a bite, and her expression changed immediately: "This is..."

The secretary smiled slightly and said, "This is a new idea that the old lady came up with. She knows that you don't like to drink traditional Chinese medicine, young lady, so she asked the pastry chef to make cakes made of those traditional Chinese medicines, so that young lady won't resist."

As he spoke, he pushed the delicious pastry in front of Anya: "Young Madam, please use it, the old Madam said, please eat all of them."

Anya: ".."

This is the first time she has seen someone who can make Chinese medicine into cakes, and she is not feeling well.

When those bakers were making cakes, did their hearts collapse like hers?

Looking at the plates of delicate pastries, she twitched all over: "No—"