The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

An Ran smiled in surprise.

Jiang Huaian pushed the door and walked into the milk tea shop and sat next to her.

"How did you know I was here?"

"The driver said you were shopping here, so I came over to meet you." Jiang Huai patted the shopping bags on the table lightly, "What good things did you buy?"

An Ran opened the shopping bag excitedly like a little kid. "Look at these. They're all bought for Qian Qian and Xiao Heng. Aren't they super cute?"

Jiang Huainian took in the excitement on her face.

An Ran opened another bag, her smile growing even brighter. "These are the cufflinks I bought for you."

Jiang Huainian's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his cufflinks and put them on skillfully.

He gently turned his wrist, admiring the cufflinks sparkling under the light, and nodded with satisfaction: "The designer's vision is indeed unique."

"Of course." An Ran sipped her milk tea and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Let's go, put these in the car, we'll go on a date, have dinner and watch a movie." Jiang Huainian picked up the shopping bag with one hand and held An Ran's hand with the other.

An Ran's clear eyes lit up and she revealed a childish smile. She let the big hand lead her as they walked out of the milk tea shop together.

Her definition of happiness is very simple. Eating many meals and watching many movies with the one she loves. Ordinary companionship is what she longs for most.

***

As the New Year approaches, there are a lot of people at the airport.

Jiang Huaian held his daughter in one hand and held his wife's hand with the other.

Following behind were two babysitters and a nanny, pushing the luggage and the baby stroller.

Jiang Huaian had been looking forward to a safe vacation since the fashion show. When he heard that his wife was going to take their two kids on the trip, he felt disappointed.

I originally wanted to be alone with my partner, but it turned out to be a trip with three, four... or eight people!

While waiting for security check, although An Ran was leaning on Jiang Huainian, her eyes were always on her daughter's face.

From time to time, I would rub, pinch and kiss my daughter's pink little face.

Jiang Huainian pursed his lips and sighed. What bothered him more now was that his aunt heard that they were going to Beijing to play and invited them to stay at Cao's house.

He told my aunt that they were traveling in large numbers and it would be more convenient to stay at the Jiang family villa.

Finally, my aunt said that there were four guest rooms in the house, which was enough for us to live in.

He was very devastated. The children were not sensible, and even the adults were not sensible.

Beijing.

"Give grandma a hug." As soon as Jiang Yuexi saw An Qian, a bright smile broke out on her face. The light of the whole world seemed to be concentrated in her kind eyes.

Normally, she is surrounded by a group of naughty little boys. At this moment, this rare little girl is undoubtedly even happier.

"Aunt~" An Qian called sweetly, hugged Jiang Yuexi's neck tightly and gave her a loud kiss.

"The baby is heavy and your waist is not in good condition, so don't hold it."

Cao Yan stretched out his hand and "grabbed" An Qian from Jiang Yuexi's arms. Her small body looked even more petite in his arms, making her even more adorable.

He stroked An Qian's head gently, his eyes full of love.

"Hey, you talk as if you care about me." Jiang Yuexi rolled her eyes at him and exposed him directly.

"Aunt~Grandpa" An Qian kissed Cao Yan heavily on the face.

Cao Yan was amused and laughed out loud.

An Heng was lying in the stroller, chewing on his chubby white fingers, drooling from the corners of his mouth, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The nanny shook her head helplessly, and wiped him clean gently with a wet tissue with great concern.

Shouldn't such a large family pay more attention to boys?

Why does it seem like this kid has been forgotten a little bit no matter whether he is in the Jiang family or the Cao family?

An Ran watched her family laughing and talking around her daughter. She turned around, leaned down, looked at her son with a smile, and stretched out her slender fingers to hook An Heng's sticky little hand.

"Is Xiaoheng hungry?"

"The milk powder is ready." The nanny came over promptly with the prepared bottle of milk.

An Ran took the bottle, gently held An Heng in her arms, let his head rest in her soft arms, and then carefully fed him milk.

The dinner table.

"Qianqian, let's sleep with us tonight." Cao Yan suggested.

Jiang Yuexi immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay, it's settled."

Jiang Huai Nian: "She doesn't sleep well."

Cao Yan immediately waved his hands, "It doesn't matter. With her small arms and legs, how much strength can she have?"

Jiang Yuexi actually saw this word "tough guy with a soft heart" on her husband's face and couldn't help but feel it was magical. It turned out that the tough guy also had such a side.

-

Jiang Huainian lay on his side on the bed, tapping An Heng's chubby calves with his fingers and humming a melodious nursery rhyme to coax him to sleep.

An Heng was playing with his fingers and kicking his feet, and he was not sleepy at all.

An Ran wanted both children to live in the same room with them. An Qian had been taken away by her uncle and aunt, leaving An Heng, Jiang Huainian and An Ran in the room.

An Ran asked softly as she wiped her wet hair after taking a shower.

"Not asleep yet?"

"He just refuses to sleep. It's annoying." Jiang Huainian sat up from the bed and took his towel to wipe her hair. "Send him to sleep with the nanny."

An Ran chuckled.

She gently stroked An Heng's head and said softly, "Xiao Heng, it's late at night, it's time to go to bed, otherwise Dad will chase you away."

An Heng's bright eyes flickered. He didn't understand, nor did he want to understand.

He stretched out his little hand, grabbed a strand of An Ran's fallen wet hair, and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

"You can't eat it." An Ran hooked her hair away and said to Jiang Huainian, "He likes to be held while sleeping. You hold him and comfort him while I go blow dry his hair."

Jiang Huainian had no choice but to pick up An Heng's little butt with his big hands and walk slowly in the bedroom.

He leaned against the door and murmured softly, "Go to sleep quickly, Ancestor, Dad's hands are so sore."

An Heng blinked and turned to stare at the clock.

Seems to be accusing.

What are you talking about? I didn't even stay in your arms for five minutes!

After An Ran came out of the hair dryer, Jiang Huaian stopped styling her hair, looked at his wife, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Let me do it." An Ran smiled, took her son from his arms, and hummed a lullaby.

As soon as An Heng was in his mother's arms, he immediately calmed down, his eyes gradually closed, and his breathing became even.

An Ran gently placed him in the crib.

Jiang Huai Nian: "My son's musical attainments probably came from you."

He patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for Anran to lie down.

"What do you mean?" An Ran wrinkled her nose, looking dissatisfied.

Jiang Huainian smiled, pinched her waist with one hand, covered her softness with the other, and whispered: "My son is asleep, the rest of the time should be given to me..."

"Don't make a fuss, it will disturb the children."

"Then keep quiet."

"No, the sheets will get dirty."

"Then don't be in bed."

"Well..."

Anran stared at the oil painting in front of her with moist eyes. As the shaking occurred, the painting seemed to appear and disappear, over and over again.