Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Xia Xinyu was stunned for a moment before saying: Yizheng, I think the most important thing for you now is to firmly control the HI Group. As for He Jingyao... Anyway, he has nothing and is unable to compete with you. , then you have the opportunity to deal with him at any time, so why do you lose the big for the small?

You're right. He Yizheng nodded, his face twisted, That old man He Yirong clearly knew that I was his biological son, but he was still on guard against me.

Yizheng, don't worry, these all take time. Xia Xinyu smiled and reassured, Anyway, no one will compete with you.

Yes, no one is trying to rob me anyway... He Ziyi is a fool. Although he has a lot of shares in his name, sooner or later... He laughed coldly.

Thinking of the life that He Jingyao and He Yirong had jointly suppressed for so many years, he felt that the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

Yizheng, in my heart, no one is more powerful than you. Xia Xinyu complimented in a timely manner.

This sentence made He Yizheng feel much better.

He teased and lifted Xia Xinyu's chin: Xinyu, after so many years, you are still the only one who can understand me.

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The apartment Zhixi rents is located in a new building with not many residents, so it is generally very quiet.

This kind of tranquility is different from the tranquility of living in a villa, and it seems more humane.

These days, their family has almost lived in isolation from the outside world.

Zhixi's life consists of sleeping and eating, or lying next to He Jingyao, watching him teach his son how to read and read. Every time she sees Xiaobao's teary-eyed expression of having to give in, she remembers how she was fooled by this boy. history of blood and tears.

So she laughed very happily every time, which made Xiaobao very resentful and yelled that his father and mother would join forces to bully him every day.

But gradually, when Xiaobao recognized more and more characters and could barely understand a storybook, his enthusiasm for learning character recognition suddenly increased, and he was keen on telling stories to his little sister every day.

So Zhixi's daily routine became more complicated, that is, she was sitting on the sofa, Xiaobao was lying in her arms, mumbling words to her belly, and Zhixi was made drowsy by her son's chanting every time. Then He Jingyao would put her on the bed and hold her for a while.

This kind of time was leisurely and long, which made her feel very satisfied.

However, the days of isolation from the world are short-lived after all.

A few days later, this not-so-large apartment finally welcomed its first uninvited guest, Huo Yanzhao.

At that time, Xiaobao was lying on the carpet, reading a storybook, and Zhixi and He Jingyao were cuddling together, chatting aimlessly.

So when Huo Yanzhao walked in and saw this scene, he was a little angry.

Master He, you are really good. Huo Yanzhao looked coldly, Everyone is going crazy looking for you, but in the end you are leisurely.

As he said that, he looked at Zhixi, his expression suddenly softened a lot: Brother and sister, long time no see.

Brother Huo. Zhixi left He Jingyao's arms with some embarrassment, I'll get you some tea and you can chat slowly.

He Jingyao then turned his eyes to him and said with a calm expression, Sit down.

Huo Yanzhao walked over and saw Xiaobao lying on the ground. He was startled: Is this your son?

Yes. He Jingyao picked up Xiaobao from the ground with a proud look on his face, Xiaobao, this is your Uncle Huo.