Mr. President, your little cutie is online

This is basically how life is every day. Xiaobao has adapted to life here very well. He is always happy because he has his parents around him.

The maximum contact between Su Biyao and Nie Younan was limited to that night, and they spent the following days in peace.

Su Bi Yao did not have classes today, so she stayed at home to take care of Xiao Bao. There was a teacher in the school office who was only a few years older than Su Bi Yao and also had a daughter who was just three years old.

So the two of them took their children out separately.

There is a particularly large square on Qingyuan Road in the imperial capital, and everything provided there is suitable for children under the age of seven to play.

The two children came to the slide and climbed up excitedly. Even though it was a bit difficult, they did not give up. Instead, they climbed up step by step holding the handrails beside them and finally reached the top.

Outside the guardrail, the two young mothers looked at their children with relieved smiles on their faces.

at the same time.

Imperial Language Building.

Nie Younan was reading documents at his desk.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

The man didn't even raise his head, but said calmly: "Come in."

His voice is like a deep drumbeat, full of addictive magnetism.

When someone came in, he raised his head slightly, and his narrow and cold eyes reflected the appearance of Assistant Li who had just been here.

What's going on? Is the efficiency so low now? Can't even report all the tasks at once?

The tip of the fountain pen is as sharp as a knife. Every stroke is like an artist carving, covering every inch of the paper.

A man's hand is like a work of art full of muscular lines. Every bend and stretch exudes a unique masculine charm.

Suddenly, the slender fingers put down the pen in their hands, clasped their hands together and placed them on the wooden table, and the extended finger bones knocked on the hard table, making a very high-frequency sound.

Those cold eyes were dark yet full of light, looking at the slightly anxious assistant.

Li Hao also wanted to cry, knowing that this was a sign of the president's impatience, but he was just an employee and he couldn't offend either side.

I could only knock on the boss' door in a hurry. The person on the other end of the phone couldn't wait any longer. If I wasted time, I didn't know what the consequences would be.

After all, I have seen that person's methods before, and it was simply unbearable.

But fortunately, this is all for the president, so my life can be saved.

"President... President, ma'am."

Li Hao's face was almost frozen, but he was still trying to wink at the emperor-like man in front of him, pointing his finger at the phone in his hand and speaking.

The person over there seemed to have heard the voices here, but he didn't care about anything and his loud voice immediately filled the entire office.

"Li Hao, quickly give the phone to Xiao San'er."

Hearing this, Li Hao didn't dare to delay at all and ran over quickly, with the thing in his hand looking like a burnt potato.

He quickly handed it to the man with a face as dark as ink.

Not to mention Nie Younan, even Assistant Li was holding back his laughter during this process. Although his wife at home had called him president like this more than once, he still found it inexplicably funny every time he heard this.

And the president didn't dare to say anything.

Madam Nie is Nie Younan's mother, who is just sixty years old. Since Nie Younan took office, his father often took Madam Nie to travel around and spend some time alone together.

When they were younger, they were either taking care of three children at home or busy handling company affairs. Now that they have finally become hands-off bosses, they certainly won’t waste this time.

Whenever she has nothing to do, she chats with her old sisters and has afternoon tea with them. They can be said to be regular customers of the beauty salon.

Thinking back, Nie Younan took over the company when he was eighteen years old, and it has been almost eleven years now.

Every sister around Mrs. Nie looked at her with envy, and every after-dinner conversation would always be about this. Every time she heard those compliments, she would smile from ear to ear.

But in recent years, the trend has slowly changed, and now my own son is the least presentable one.

Several older sisters around me are talking about their families having grandchildren, granddaughters, and even twin babies.

At this time, Mrs. Nie should be old enough to be a grandmother, and there are people in the family who call her grandma.

They are the children of Nie Younan’s two cousins.

While those old sisters were smiling, Mrs. Nie's face was frozen. Why do you have to talk about something else?

Isn't that a slap in her face?

From childhood to adulthood, has her eldest son ever held a girl's hand? As his mother, I don't need to guess, the answer is of course yes.

Every time this was mentioned, Nie Younan's frown could kill a mosquito, but there wasn't even a female mosquito.

When the ladies around her asked about it, Mrs. Nie was so embarrassed. If her eldest son was around, she would have wanted to ask him to give her a grandson right away.

Other people's sons are only 24 years old and already have two children. Why is my own son so disappointing?

Nie Younan took the phone and glanced coldly at the assistant.

After receiving the president's instructions, Li Hao quickly closed the door and ran out. If he was slower, he would be the one to suffer again.

"Hey, mom, what's up?"

"Xiao San'er, you are not busy now, right?"

Mrs. Nie's loud voice came from the phone. Fortunately, Nie Younan was prepared, otherwise his ears would have been in trouble.

But it was rare for his face to be so dark, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

As if he was enduring something.

When the word "Xiao San'er" came out, Nie Younan held his forehead helplessly. Only his mother dared to call him like that.

He didn't know how many times he had told his mother this name, but it remained the same as always, without any change.

It was clearly arranged according to age, and Nie Younan, as the child of the second wife, could be considered the eldest, but his mother just called him the "third one".

Nie's mother, who had called out, also realized that she had said the wrong thing, but she had become accustomed to this name and could not change it for the time being.

However, this did not affect the conversation between the two.

Nie Younan rubbed his tense brows, stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Overlooking the whole city.

The Imperial Language Building is located in the center of the imperial capital. Standing at this height, you can see a large area.

It is worthy of being the first city - the imperial capital. It is like a tiger lurking on the horizon, ready to strike at any time.

It all depends on the person who is thousands of feet above and has extraordinary momentum.