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Chapter 70 Milk Dog Chapter 74
It's okay not to mention it, but when this is mentioned, the president's eyes will turn green, green and green, exuding the smell of vegetables. "Are you really asking your child to bring wax gourd? Are you afraid that she will be laughed at by her classmates?"
"What's so ridiculous about wax gourd? It's a traditional craft." The clerk quietly took off the boss's tie clip and held it in his hand, as if he was holding his own treasure, not going to return it to him. "Is it okay?"
"No, you can't go, and you can't bring winter melon with you." The president's body was shaken by the clerk, enjoying the double enjoyment of body and mind. He likes to make up his own mind on everything, and prefers that others ask his own opinion first.The only worry is that their little dolls will be made fun of.
The dog man picked off his collar button quietly again, he pretended not to know, like a dog walker watching the dog having fun, to see what else he can come up with.With a glance and a hook, the dog man's eyes followed him.
"Don't send her off tomorrow..." When it came to the child, the CEO didn't have the right words in the business world. He may be the strongest shield, and the child is the only spear that can hurt him. "I'm afraid that other children will laugh at her." Stitches, children's words have no taboo."
"I have greeted other parents, especially those who invited me to afternoon tea." The clerk looked at the children's room, where the nanny was sleeping with the child. Neither of them woke up. He boldly bent down and picked up the The boss hugged the princess and carried him to the bathroom.
He floated up again, the president swayed his slender ankles, flipped two slippers one to one side and the other to the other, and naturally wrapped his arms around his neck. "When did you say hello?"
"Before work at night." The clerk opened the door with his back, then put the person down, took a toothbrush, and squeezed toothpaste, "I said in the group that the child has stitches on her face, don't laugh at her, and don't touch her wound. "
The president unbuttoned the suit vest, turned the satin side out, folded it and put it aside.When he stretched out his wrist, the clerk unbuttoned the cuff buttons for him naturally and rolled it up.The president turned over his right wrist again and watched him take off his watch. He didn't expect him to be so thoughtful and able to handle everything well.
This kind of serious character just happens to be what the president likes.He didn't take his hand back immediately, but put it in the palm of the clerk, clenched it into a fist, and tried to compare the size with his hand.
The size of the two men's fists really doesn't matter. My own hands are not small, on the contrary, they have protruding male joints. "But I'm still worried. I'm afraid that she will hear bad words, and that she will be hurt a little bit. If someone laughs at her, my heart will hurt to death. I can't stand it."
"Actually..." The clerk rubbed the president's two little fingers, lowered his head, and approached him instinctively, resting his forehead on the boss's forehead, as if admitting his mistake, "I have already communicated the winter melon's homework... with the head teacher gone."
The president's body didn't respond, but his eyes focused on a certain point on the employee's face, as if he wanted to see something.
The little clerk smiled and grabbed his palm and rubbed it repeatedly. It was indeed an admission of his mistake, the mistake he made back then. "I'm also afraid that Winter Melon will be laughed at. I'm also... afraid that she will be unhappy."
When he said these words, he was a little stupid and slow, and it was the first time he stood in the position of his daughter's real biological father with such a caring tone.
Before that, he didn't dare, because he missed too many things, and he didn't know that his child was 4 years old until he got back after graduating from university.He can't take advantage of it as soon as he comes up, and he has a wife and a daughter. He has to do something to win this qualification.
"The teacher said that the winter melon is fine, and praised me for the beautiful carvings. I will put it on display in my daughter's class tomorrow." The young staff member said, stretching his neck to kiss the boss's face, but he blushed first.
The sharpness in the CEO's eyes was blank for a few seconds. In his arms, it seemed like something was about to burst through his chest, and it seemed to be pressed for too long, making it very uncomfortable.This kind of discomfort is very similar to when I saw my child for the first time. It is natural, born from the body, and does not attach any substance.
"Let's talk about it." The president sniffed, feeling the joy in his body, "Then you can't be called a driver."
"Why?" The little clerk let go of his hand, wrapped his arms around his waist a little bit, and hugged him even closer, "I can drive."
"It's not a question of whether to drive or not." The president pinched his lumbar muscles and twisted a lot, "With your face, do you think the class teacher will believe you when you say you are a driver? Do you think the child looks like you or me?"
The clerk hid in embarrassment, knelt down to untie the belt of the boss, and laughed. "Like me, but I didn't mean to make her like me."
The president gritted his teeth and didn't kick him out. "Then how dare you say it's the driver? The teacher in charge thought my driver and my wife teamed up to green me..."
"Then I'll say it's... her uncle. Is that okay? I look alike with her, and it makes sense." The clerk stood up, holding a belt from the boss, "There's one more thing, wife, don't forget Ah, you promised me that I can put a ring on you when I finish the project, ring finger."
"Ring? How big a diamond ring can you buy me with your salary and bonus?" The president moved his ring finger.
"What size do you want?" The clerk grabbed his hand.
"Buy as big as you can." The president slowly pushed the man out, pressing his hands on his ribs, "A diamond is worth as much as a suite, go out, I'm going to take a shower."
The clerk was directly pushed out, watched the bathroom door close in front of him, and happily asked at the crack of the door, "How big is the room?"
The president took off his shirt, as if teasing him. "The bigger the better."
The bigger the better, the clerk smiled and went back to the room, thinking about what kind of ring he could buy his wife with the money.
Early the next morning, the sky began to drizzle, which was very gentle and very scenic.The president had breakfast and was about to leave. Seeing the doggy man bending over to put on rain boots for his daughter, the feeling of being pressed on his chest came back last night.
"Mum, I want to take your bicycle to kindergarten." said the daughter, wearing a light yellow raincoat.
"No, it's raining outside." The clerk checked her schoolbag again. The brushes and small water bottle for the art class were all brought, as were the knee pads for the outdoor class.
"I don't want it, I want to ride a bicycle." The daughter deliberately stepped on the small rain shoes twice, and then tiptoed to grab the shoulder of the clerk, "Mummy, take me to secretly buy a cat...don't tell Dad."
"That can't be done, wait until everyone in the family agrees to buy it, and buy it secretly..." The little clerk glanced back, "He will be unhappy."
"Oh." The daughter nodded half-understanding, and took Mummy's hand to go out.
When we got downstairs, the driver was ready, and the clerk was going to do business this afternoon, so the [-] bars were placed in the space behind the nanny's car.When the car drove out of the basement, the drizzle turned into a drizzle, and when the car window was opened, only the fragrance washed by the rainwater remained.
But the CEO gets annoyed when he sees it raining, he always thinks of those days dominated by the pouring rain, and doesn't understand what mysterious force is at work.
The road is a bit congested, and the area near the kindergarten is heavily congested, and there is still a kilometer to pass.The president is not in a hurry, a few minutes late doesn't matter, but the daughter can't sit still, holding a winter melon the size of a basketball, her heart has already flown into the kindergarten, waiting to show off Mommy's handiwork with the children.
"Daddy Daddy, I want to ride a bicycle now, on the bars." She puffed left and right in the child seat.
"No." The president adjusted the seat belt for her.
"Just sit down, I haven't ridden on a bicycle before." The daughter looked eagerly at the big wheel behind her, "Mommy take me to sit." With injuries on her face, she pleaded very pitifully and softly.
What's wrong with this, I don't like to ride a car, but I insist on riding a bicycle like a dog man?The president opened the car window, reached out to catch the rainwater that was about to stop, and then patted the dog man sitting in the passenger seat on the shoulder: "Get out of the car and use your vehicle to push her over."
The clerk tilted his head slightly, as if in disbelief.
"It's your car, have you brought the car keys?" The president looked back, and the [-] bars looked like his family's ancestral, "You push the car, and I will support her, and put the winter melon in the basket."
The author has something to say:
Twenty-eight bars: I feel heavy!
"What's so ridiculous about wax gourd? It's a traditional craft." The clerk quietly took off the boss's tie clip and held it in his hand, as if he was holding his own treasure, not going to return it to him. "Is it okay?"
"No, you can't go, and you can't bring winter melon with you." The president's body was shaken by the clerk, enjoying the double enjoyment of body and mind. He likes to make up his own mind on everything, and prefers that others ask his own opinion first.The only worry is that their little dolls will be made fun of.
The dog man picked off his collar button quietly again, he pretended not to know, like a dog walker watching the dog having fun, to see what else he can come up with.With a glance and a hook, the dog man's eyes followed him.
"Don't send her off tomorrow..." When it came to the child, the CEO didn't have the right words in the business world. He may be the strongest shield, and the child is the only spear that can hurt him. "I'm afraid that other children will laugh at her." Stitches, children's words have no taboo."
"I have greeted other parents, especially those who invited me to afternoon tea." The clerk looked at the children's room, where the nanny was sleeping with the child. Neither of them woke up. He boldly bent down and picked up the The boss hugged the princess and carried him to the bathroom.
He floated up again, the president swayed his slender ankles, flipped two slippers one to one side and the other to the other, and naturally wrapped his arms around his neck. "When did you say hello?"
"Before work at night." The clerk opened the door with his back, then put the person down, took a toothbrush, and squeezed toothpaste, "I said in the group that the child has stitches on her face, don't laugh at her, and don't touch her wound. "
The president unbuttoned the suit vest, turned the satin side out, folded it and put it aside.When he stretched out his wrist, the clerk unbuttoned the cuff buttons for him naturally and rolled it up.The president turned over his right wrist again and watched him take off his watch. He didn't expect him to be so thoughtful and able to handle everything well.
This kind of serious character just happens to be what the president likes.He didn't take his hand back immediately, but put it in the palm of the clerk, clenched it into a fist, and tried to compare the size with his hand.
The size of the two men's fists really doesn't matter. My own hands are not small, on the contrary, they have protruding male joints. "But I'm still worried. I'm afraid that she will hear bad words, and that she will be hurt a little bit. If someone laughs at her, my heart will hurt to death. I can't stand it."
"Actually..." The clerk rubbed the president's two little fingers, lowered his head, and approached him instinctively, resting his forehead on the boss's forehead, as if admitting his mistake, "I have already communicated the winter melon's homework... with the head teacher gone."
The president's body didn't respond, but his eyes focused on a certain point on the employee's face, as if he wanted to see something.
The little clerk smiled and grabbed his palm and rubbed it repeatedly. It was indeed an admission of his mistake, the mistake he made back then. "I'm also afraid that Winter Melon will be laughed at. I'm also... afraid that she will be unhappy."
When he said these words, he was a little stupid and slow, and it was the first time he stood in the position of his daughter's real biological father with such a caring tone.
Before that, he didn't dare, because he missed too many things, and he didn't know that his child was 4 years old until he got back after graduating from university.He can't take advantage of it as soon as he comes up, and he has a wife and a daughter. He has to do something to win this qualification.
"The teacher said that the winter melon is fine, and praised me for the beautiful carvings. I will put it on display in my daughter's class tomorrow." The young staff member said, stretching his neck to kiss the boss's face, but he blushed first.
The sharpness in the CEO's eyes was blank for a few seconds. In his arms, it seemed like something was about to burst through his chest, and it seemed to be pressed for too long, making it very uncomfortable.This kind of discomfort is very similar to when I saw my child for the first time. It is natural, born from the body, and does not attach any substance.
"Let's talk about it." The president sniffed, feeling the joy in his body, "Then you can't be called a driver."
"Why?" The little clerk let go of his hand, wrapped his arms around his waist a little bit, and hugged him even closer, "I can drive."
"It's not a question of whether to drive or not." The president pinched his lumbar muscles and twisted a lot, "With your face, do you think the class teacher will believe you when you say you are a driver? Do you think the child looks like you or me?"
The clerk hid in embarrassment, knelt down to untie the belt of the boss, and laughed. "Like me, but I didn't mean to make her like me."
The president gritted his teeth and didn't kick him out. "Then how dare you say it's the driver? The teacher in charge thought my driver and my wife teamed up to green me..."
"Then I'll say it's... her uncle. Is that okay? I look alike with her, and it makes sense." The clerk stood up, holding a belt from the boss, "There's one more thing, wife, don't forget Ah, you promised me that I can put a ring on you when I finish the project, ring finger."
"Ring? How big a diamond ring can you buy me with your salary and bonus?" The president moved his ring finger.
"What size do you want?" The clerk grabbed his hand.
"Buy as big as you can." The president slowly pushed the man out, pressing his hands on his ribs, "A diamond is worth as much as a suite, go out, I'm going to take a shower."
The clerk was directly pushed out, watched the bathroom door close in front of him, and happily asked at the crack of the door, "How big is the room?"
The president took off his shirt, as if teasing him. "The bigger the better."
The bigger the better, the clerk smiled and went back to the room, thinking about what kind of ring he could buy his wife with the money.
Early the next morning, the sky began to drizzle, which was very gentle and very scenic.The president had breakfast and was about to leave. Seeing the doggy man bending over to put on rain boots for his daughter, the feeling of being pressed on his chest came back last night.
"Mum, I want to take your bicycle to kindergarten." said the daughter, wearing a light yellow raincoat.
"No, it's raining outside." The clerk checked her schoolbag again. The brushes and small water bottle for the art class were all brought, as were the knee pads for the outdoor class.
"I don't want it, I want to ride a bicycle." The daughter deliberately stepped on the small rain shoes twice, and then tiptoed to grab the shoulder of the clerk, "Mummy, take me to secretly buy a cat...don't tell Dad."
"That can't be done, wait until everyone in the family agrees to buy it, and buy it secretly..." The little clerk glanced back, "He will be unhappy."
"Oh." The daughter nodded half-understanding, and took Mummy's hand to go out.
When we got downstairs, the driver was ready, and the clerk was going to do business this afternoon, so the [-] bars were placed in the space behind the nanny's car.When the car drove out of the basement, the drizzle turned into a drizzle, and when the car window was opened, only the fragrance washed by the rainwater remained.
But the CEO gets annoyed when he sees it raining, he always thinks of those days dominated by the pouring rain, and doesn't understand what mysterious force is at work.
The road is a bit congested, and the area near the kindergarten is heavily congested, and there is still a kilometer to pass.The president is not in a hurry, a few minutes late doesn't matter, but the daughter can't sit still, holding a winter melon the size of a basketball, her heart has already flown into the kindergarten, waiting to show off Mommy's handiwork with the children.
"Daddy Daddy, I want to ride a bicycle now, on the bars." She puffed left and right in the child seat.
"No." The president adjusted the seat belt for her.
"Just sit down, I haven't ridden on a bicycle before." The daughter looked eagerly at the big wheel behind her, "Mommy take me to sit." With injuries on her face, she pleaded very pitifully and softly.
What's wrong with this, I don't like to ride a car, but I insist on riding a bicycle like a dog man?The president opened the car window, reached out to catch the rainwater that was about to stop, and then patted the dog man sitting in the passenger seat on the shoulder: "Get out of the car and use your vehicle to push her over."
The clerk tilted his head slightly, as if in disbelief.
"It's your car, have you brought the car keys?" The president looked back, and the [-] bars looked like his family's ancestral, "You push the car, and I will support her, and put the winter melon in the basket."
The author has something to say:
Twenty-eight bars: I feel heavy!
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