The president hid his wife in his pocket again.

Chen Cong went out with the files he had sorted out.

Shen Tingmo asked her to play with toys aside, she nodded obediently.

The documents in the morning were almost processed, and Shen Tingmo still had a meeting to hold.

Seeing him get up, Meng Nanxi quickly put down the toy in her hand, and trotted over along the way.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was soft and sweet.

"I'm going to a meeting, you are here to play, let Uncle Chen Cong call me if you have anything to do." Shen Tingmo knelt down and said to her patiently.

His cold eyes like black jade are full of doting.

"Okay." She has always been an obedient child.

Shen Tingmo stroked her hair before going out and asked Chen Cong to accompany her in the office.

When Chen Cong heard the boss's words, he immediately entered the office.

Meng Nanxi had met this uncle several times before, so she was somewhat familiar with him.

Chen Cong was also raising a child for the first time, and this was his boss's child, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

Meng Nanxi held the toy bought by Meng Chuanming, and she was very cute.

Chen Cong walked over, knelt down, and said to her gently: "Brother, can you play with me?"

"You're an uncle." She corrected.

"Why am I an uncle? I'm obviously an elder brother." He hasn't dated yet!

"It's uncle." Meng Nanxi said affirmatively again.

"Okay, uncle is uncle." Chen Cong looked at her delicate and lovely face, and followed her words.

"Uncle, can I ask you a question?" Chen Cong said with a trace of curiosity.

"You say it."

"What's your mother's name?" He really wanted to know who his boss' wife was.

"What is mother?" She tilted her head slightly, her big eyes full of doubts.

"Mom is..., hey, no, you don't know?" Chen Cong just wanted to explain, but he felt that something was wrong.

"Why should I know?" Meng Nanxi, whose IQ dropped to three years old, only had Shen Tingmo as her father in her heart.

As for mom?No one mentioned it, so she naturally forgot about it subconsciously.

Chen Cong saw that she really didn't know, so he didn't ask any further.

He patiently played with the little girl with the pile of toys.

He thought it would be troublesome to take care of a child. After all, he had taken care of his nephew before, and that was a naughty thing.

His patience was worn out.

But the little girl in front of her was a little too obedient.

Her speech is also soft and cute, her eyes are watery, as if she can talk.

Even, Chen Cong felt that there were stars in the little girl's eyes, and the moment he looked at him, he unconsciously wanted to be more gentle with her.

The originally two-hour meeting was shortened to one hour by Shen Tingmo.

Although in the office, there is Chen Cong to help take care of it.

But Shen Tingmo was still very worried about the little girl's mood.

After the meeting, Shen Tingmo hurried back to the office.

As soon as he entered the office, he heard the voices of Chen Cong and Meng Nanxi in the office.

It is also the first time for Chen Cong to feel that raising a child is such a simple and easy thing.

When the little girl spoke, her voice had a slight tail and nasal sound, as if she was acting like a baby, and it couldn't help but soften people's hearts.

Even when she was playing with toys, her movements were gentle and gentle, unlike other children who would throw things when they were angry.

"Uncle Chen Cong, did you make a mistake?" Meng Nanxi pointed out his mistake with her little hand.

Chen Cong saw that he had indeed made a mistake in this jigsaw puzzle.

It's just because the two pieces of the puzzle are similar in color, so he got it wrong for a while.

"Uncle made a mistake, Xixi is smarter." Chen Cong subconsciously raised his hand to rub the top of the little girl's head.

It's just that there always seems to be someone behind him, Chen Cong subconsciously turned around, and Shen Tingmo was standing behind him.

He looked at the two of them with clear and handsome eyes, but the ambiguous gloomy eyes made Chen Cong stand up subconsciously.

"Boss Shen." He said hastily.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, let's go out first." Shen Tingmo walked over and sat next to the little girl.

Seeing him come back, Meng Nanxi's eyes suddenly brightened.

Although Chen Cong had only been with this little girl for an hour, he was still a little bit reluctant now.

"Then Xixi, let's play next time." Chen Cong waved to him.

"Goodbye, uncle." Meng Nanxi looked up at him and waved her hand.

After Chen Cong went out, Meng Nanxi looked at Shen Tingmo and asked a question, "Uncle just asked me a question."

"What's the problem?" He looked at her with a soft and pleasant voice.

"He asked my mother's name?" She was still curious in her tone.

Shen Tingmo paused the hand holding the puzzle, and then replied naturally: "Xixi, your mother's name will be known when you grow up."

"When will I grow up?"

"Soon." Shen Tingmo has been thinking of a way for the past two days, how to let Meng Nanxi, who is only three years old with an IQ, absorb spiritual energy.

Thinking of the last time, when she almost took a bite of the rough stone as food, Shen Tingmo felt a headache.

He glanced at the time, it was almost noon.

Shen Tingmo called two people in the family.

The two people in the family are sulking now.

Fu Jinming's face was gloomy, and he was pressing the paper under his hand sullenly, venting.

Meng Chuanming was also sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a helpless expression, looking at him with nothing to love.

Shen listened to Mo's phone call, which just broke the awkward atmosphere.

"Hello, what are you doing?" Meng Chuanming answered the phone and said angrily.

"Did you eat? If you haven't eaten, go out to eat together, and then take Nan Xi back." Shen Tingmo needed to go out in the afternoon.

Because it is a matter of work, it is not convenient to take her with you.

And now that Meng Nanxi has the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, it is even more inconvenient to take her with her.

"Got it, where is the address? I'll go there with Jinming." Meng Chuanming got up, walked to the table, and tapped the table in front of Fu Jinming with his slender fingers.

Fu Jinming looked up at him with an unhappy expression.

After Meng Chuanming hung up the phone, he said to him, "Let's go, Brother Mo told us to go eat."

"No." Fu Jinming said angrily.

Meng Chuanming was unhappy when he saw him like this.

"I'm not just saying you're stupid. You're already stupid, so you don't tell anyone." Meng Chuanming felt a headache when he thought of the torture in the morning.

Before, he felt that his sister's younger brother was not smart, but now he is even more sure.

He taught such a simple math problem several times, but Fu Jinming was still confused.

It seemed that no matter how he taught, Fu Jinming would not know how.

The foundation of junior high school itself is not solid, and the foundation of high school can't understand it.

Meng Chuanming really didn't know how Fu Jinming would go to university next year under such circumstances.

Hearing what he said, Fu Jinming's expression became even uglier.