President, please give me a hug

It's been a while since they came back, and his fingers ached from unwrapping the gift, but he found that it was just the tip of the iceberg of unwrapping the gift.

I can't wait to grow a few more hands like a spider, otherwise when will it take them to disassemble at their current speed?

Jun Yichen agreed with him very much. The brothers in the army raised their heads and looked at Lu Ran seriously, "Tell me, did grandpa treat me like this before?"

"This..." Lu Ran looked confused, why did he suddenly bring up this topic?Feeling so stupid, I dug a hole for myself to jump.

As far as he knows, the relationship between their grandfather and grandson has never been very good, so...how should he answer now?

Beibei saw Lu Ran's embarrassment first, jumped off the table, walked up to Jun Yichen, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I will buy you a gift."

Hearing such heart-warming words suddenly, he couldn't help but open his hands, wanting to hold Beibei in his arms.

But I heard her say another sentence, but I have to wait until I grow up.

Uh... this... His arms are so stiff in mid-air, it looks a little funny.

When Lu Ran heard this sentence, he laughed so hard that he almost rolled on the floor. At first, when he heard the first half of the sentence, he thought this little girl was so cute. She could say such heartwarming words at such a young age. It must be very caring when you grow up.I don't want to have the second half of the sentence, "But when I grow up." What kind of concept is this?When Beibei grew up, she probably forgot what she said today.

Moreover, youth is too short, so of course I have to go on a date with my little boyfriend, why would I want to buy a gift for this Boss-sama?

Even Jun Tangyao, who had been standing at the gate and didn't join them, laughed. Thinking about it, it would have been nice if this stinky boy had spoken warm words to coax her like Beibei now.Even if he knows that these words may not be fulfilled in the future, but in the long years, thinking of certain words will make him feel extremely warm.

"Grandpa." Jun Yichen looked at the source of the laughter, feeling a little embarrassed, and shouted.

"Okay, okay, let's continue unwrapping the presents." Jun Tangyao was a little tired, and didn't want to disturb their interest in unwrapping the presents, so he asked his assistant to help him upstairs to rest.

Beibei saw him walking upstairs, so she hurried over and held his hand, "Grandpa, won't you open the presents with us?"

Jun Tangyao shook his head, pointed at the presents, bent down, and whispered in Beibei's ear: "Grandfather told you a secret, the red gift box is basically filled with skirts, green gifts Inside the box are shoes and socks, and inside the pink gift box are toys, don’t tell this secret to a third person, okay?”

"I promise I won't tell anyone else." Beibei nodded vigorously and made a movement to seal it.Then happily ran back to the gift box, and sorted the gift boxes according to the color. If I had known that the gifts were also packed regularly, it would not be so confusing when unpacking.

Jun Yichen couldn't understand why she suddenly divided the presents into colors, but they still helped out. After they divided the presents into three colors, Beibei stood in front of the presents with satisfaction, "I want to unpack the red ones. Gift box, the remaining two colors will be left to you."

The red gift box contained beautiful skirts, and she couldn't wait to see what style of skirts grandpa had prepared for her.

And Jun Yichen chose to open the green gift box. Since he moved faster, he finished it very quickly. He also divided the unpacked gifts according to their colors.

"What are these?" Lu Ran also finished unpacking. He saw Jun Yichen sorting out the unpacked gifts before, so he followed suit.

The yellow gift box is full of weird toys, retro witch dolls, crystal balls of pirate shipwrecks, and even horror story books, but I am afraid that such books can only be read after junior high school, right?