flirt with a rich man

When I arrived at the store, the master chef recommended the pineapple cake as a new product, but Xiao Zhuo rejected it because the cost was too high and the shelf life was only three days, so it was not worthwhile to chop the fingers.

He came home too late yesterday and didn't get enough sleep. By noon, he couldn't bear it anymore and lay down on the table to rest.

The master patted his beer belly to work, and asked him, "Where is the little girl Li Wen?"

Xiao Zhuo was dazed, "She is resting today, and I will take over her class."

"I'm very busy today."

After finishing speaking, the master put on his hat and went to the back kitchen. Xiao Zhuo didn't think of why for a while, and he really understood it in the evening.

Friday is the discount day in the store, and the business is very busy every day.

Xiao Zhuo was so soft on packing things, he looked dumbfounded at the fact that the number of people in the store more than doubled than usual, and the time passed very fast when people were busy, it was already 4:[-] in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Kai, a group of old men, was very uncomfortable being squeezed among a group of aunts. Finally, he knocked on the table immediately and shouted: "Xiao Zhuo, quickly count the money for me, it squeezes me to death, let my mother buy it by herself in the future."

Seeing that it was Fa Xiao, Xiao Zhuo looked at the time on the wall and let go of his apprehension, pulled Zhang Kai, "Go and pick up Yiming for me, I'm too busy to run away in this shop."

"Okay." Zhang Kai readily agreed, "Then I'll put the things here with you first."

Yiming stood at the intersection and waited for a long time without seeing his father coming, his brows were wrinkled, he kicked the small stone with his toes and did not speak.

Suddenly a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of him, he raised his head curiously and was stabbed by the light, so he could only squint his eyes, look at his figure and asked tentatively, "Uncle Hou?"

"Yeah." Hou Hao actually stayed there a long time ago, and wanted to watch Xiao Zhuo come to pick him up, but he didn't expect to wait until he came.

Yiming changed his position and stood upright, raised his head and said, "Xie Shengfei was picked up by the nanny a long time ago."

"Uncle is here to pick you up." Hou Hao squatted down and reached out to pat Yiming's head and said.

"Pick me up?" Yiming tightened his clothes, "Papa asked you to come."

Hou Hao hesitated for a while, but still nodded, "Come, I'll take you home."

Yiming turned around and ran to the teacher to bid farewell before following Hou Hao, "Go to Dad's shop, Dad must be in the shop if he is not free."

Hearing what he said, Hou Hao fastened Yiming's seat belt and smiled, "Okay, let's go to your father's shop."

Not long after the front foot left, Zhang Kai came over. After looking for a long time, he didn't see the little thing. Zhang Kai scratched his chin to see the teacher next to him and asked, "Hello, do you know Xiao Yiming?"

"Xiao Yiming just left."

"Just left?" Zhang Kai gave a thud, didn't Xiao Zhuo ask him to pick him up!

"Who are you?" The teacher felt nervous when he saw the situation and thought about the clothes of the man who came to pick up Xiao Yiming.

Maybe it's the beasts in clothes who like to abduct children.

"His father asked me to pick him up." Zhang Kai immediately called Xiao Zhuo and said, "Yiming was picked up."

When the phone was transferred to the teacher, Xiao Zhuo heard the danger of describing his face as black.

"Wearing a suit and looking handsome, he looks around 30, and his height is 180 but not 190. Yiming said he was his uncle." Seeing that there was no response on the phone, the teacher asked cautiously, "Should I call the police?"

"Trouble teacher, I know this person." Xiao Zhuo gritted his teeth and told Zhang Kai to come back.

"father!"

Before he finished listening to the words, he felt a slam on his thigh, and Yiming grabbed his pants.

Xiao Zhuo also saw Hou Hao standing at the door. His facial features were deep and handsome, very masculine. In his eyes, he looked like a dog. He was particularly eye-catching among a bunch of aunts. He was so angry that he was about to die.

Greeting the staff to take over first, Xiao Zhuo sat in the corner with his son in his arms, "Sit here first, and take you home after work."

"Yeah." Yiming nodded and waved to the giant at the door, "Uncle Hou is here!"

Hou Hao smiled at Xiao Zhuo, came over and sat down, and patted Yiming's head.Aware of the other party's aura, he said, "I saw Yiming standing on the side of the road for so long before you came, so I sent him over."

Look, people are just kind.

Xiao Zhuo told himself not to be too stingy, so he patted his cuffs and went to the back to help the master, "Boss Hou can pick up your niece."

Yiming's sharp eyes felt that his father's attitude towards his uncle was not very good, so he stopped to do his homework while holding the pencil, "Uncle, are you making Dad angry?"

Hou Hao corrected the child's pen-holding posture, tapped his forehead and said, "That's your illusion."

"I don't want to use my right hand." His attention was diverted, and Yiming switched to his left hand, muttering, "I'm not used to it, I don't like it."

Hou Hao was very surprised. When he was a child, he didn't particularly reject his right hand like Yiming.

The child's facial expression was very lively, and he also knew that he would speak less and laugh less. In front of the child, he was a little nervous for fear of scaring the other party, so he couldn't help touching Yiming's face. Hou Hao picked him up and sat on his lap, Said softly: "Usually you can use your left hand, but you must use your right hand when writing."

Yiming naturally leaned back, raised his head and asked, "Can't you use your left hand?"

"Yes, but you have to get used to life with your right hand." He was taken aback when he smelled the peculiar smell of a child, smiled and approached, lowered his head and held the pencil to guide Yiming to write.

"Uncle was like this when he was a child."

Yiming pursed his lips and watched his uncle write, his strokes and strokes could not be said to be rigid, so he followed suit, "I want to write as handsome as my uncle."

Hou Hao put his wrist around the child's stomach and trembled uncontrollably.

Eye-catching people are a scourge everywhere, and there are a few young people in the group of aunts.

One or two looked familiar to the figure in the corner. After all, there are very few handsome guys in this place. One of them searched the Internet suspiciously. When he saw the photo, he slapped his companion's arm and shouted: "Hou Hao! It's Hou Hao!"

The director of Founder Group occasionally appears on the Internet a few times, whether he is rich, good-looking or single.

Although there are actresses hugging their thighs to hype, they will definitely be slapped in the face soon.

"Let me see!"

The two chattered and blocked the way, and the aunt behind was upset, "Hey, you two children still buy or not, the team is all crooked."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." One of the girls apologized and dragged her companion to discuss whether to go up and ask for an autograph, while the other calmed down and wondered, "Did I admit it wrong?"

"Wrong fart! Can you admit your mistake with this appearance?"

"Is there a mistake in the place where a rich man comes? There is a child next to him. Hou Hao is single. Even if he secretly has a child, he wouldn't come here to buy things."

"That's true." Thinking about it, it makes sense. Children from rich families are raised as princes and princesses.

So the two discussed until after paying the money and didn't decide whether to take a photo with the handsome guy, but secretly took a few photos and posted them on the Internet.

[Meet a handsome father in the store, he is very warm-hearted to his son and looks like Boss Fangzheng!There are pictures to prove it! 】

Zhang Kai rushed back and saw Yiming before he was relieved, sat down and drank a cup of tea, "Yiming, you are really sorry, Uncle." Seeing Yiming sitting on a man, he suspiciously took two extra glances, his eyes were familiar.

"You are……"

"He's Uncle Hou, Xie Shengfei's uncle." Yiming pulled Hou Hao's clothes, feeling that they must be expensive, and carefully put them down.

Hou Hao raised one eyebrow and watched.

"He is Uncle Zhang."

"It's Zhang's godfather!" Zhang Kai stepped forward to stroke some hair and said, "It's called Godfather."

Hou Hao looked at him silently, then lowered his head and asked in a deep voice, "Is he a godfather?"

Yiming pouted and stroked his hair, leaning on Hou Hao to explain: "Father said that he couldn't find someone to envy him for having a son, and he forced me to be my godfather because of my good looks."

"You brat." Zhang Kai stretched out his hand and was about to go up and scratch it.

Hou Hao's face immediately turned cold, and he sat on his right leg with his hands covering Yiming.

Zhang Kai was stunned, and retracted his hand awkwardly, and gave two hecks uncomfortably, guessing in his heart that he had never seen this man before.

Not long after I sat there, my mother called, and then I slapped my forehead, "I forgot."

"I'm leaving now, Yiming told your dad to come to our house for dinner at night."

Yiming turned his head and let out a long "oh", seeing that his uncle didn't intend to teach him, he said, "Uncle?"

"En." Hou Hao responded, hugging and yelling.

"I can sit on the stool." The embrace suddenly tightened, and he carefully looked at his uncle's expression and said, "It's too tight to write." He thought about it.

Hou Hao was stunned for a moment, still thinking about that person just now, so he asked, "Who is that Uncle Zhang, your father?"

Yiming heard the words, "Dad said he was the one who wore open crotch pants since he was a child."

Is that so, Hou Hao frowned and remained silent.

After a while, he picked up Yiming again and said, "Uncle, can I discuss something with you."

Yiming tilted his head to think about it, embarrassed to refuse, and patted his chest to promise, "Say it, uncle."

Hou Hao took a deep breath and leaned into the child's ear to speak.

……

Xiao Zhuo didn't really want to see Hou Hao when he was still there after get off work, especially when he saw Yiming sitting on his lap and playing.

"Yiming, we're going home."

"Yeah!" Yiming quickly got down from his uncle's arms, and ran to his father excitedly.

"Uncle Hou taught me to do my homework today, can I invite him to our house?"