canine boyfriend

The clerk looked at his wife. From this angle, his face was impeccable, his skin was tight and well maintained, and he made decisive decisions when he was in the company. There was a shallow vertical line between his eyebrows, which was a long-term frown. wrinkled head.He has to change his suit, from tie to accessories to perfume. Such a person should sit in a luxurious car, but for their daughter, he made such a request.

"No more." The clerk didn't want him to get out of the car, "It just rained outside, and the ground is wet."

"It's okay, let's go." The president unbuttoned it first, took off the coat with a mottled collar, and inside was a vest and a shirt. He rolled up the cuffs, turned around and unbuttoned the double-layer safety belt of the child seat, "Your car can hold her Bar?"

This is not a question of being able to bear it or not being able to bear it, it is that it is raining outside. "The car is fine. My car is repaired every year, and the steel rim and keel are all new." The clerk also opened the window and reached out to try, but there was still a little rain, "Don't go down, I didn't bring a raincoat today. "

"Return the keel?" The president looked at him angrily, thinking of the cheap disposable raincoat of the dog man, he had a headache, and almost drowned himself that time, "Just listening to you, I thought your vehicle had four wheels .”

"Daddy, does Mommy not want me to sit on the fence?" The daughter listened to the adult's conversation, but couldn't hear the affection between the two people's words, but could only hear that they didn't let me get out of the car.

"I don't have one." The clerk quickly shook his head, "I didn't say no, I was afraid..." I was afraid that the two most important people in my life would be wronged, "I was afraid that you would get caught in the rain."

The driver frowned and steered the steering wheel. The road near the kindergarten was always crowded, let alone it was raining today.He stared at the motionless road ahead for more than ten minutes, looked at the raindrops on the windshield that were as fine as a cow's hair and almost had no sense of presence, and silently turned off the wipers.

The president couldn't bear to let his daughter feel wronged, so he pulled off the little cap on her raincoat, and gently hugged her on his lap. "Mommy didn't say he won't let you sit down, even if he doesn't let you sit, Daddy has to beat him for you, he has to be willing."

"I am willing." The clerk protested softly, grabbing the car seat behind him, for fear that his daughter would have a bad impression of him, "I am willing."

The president listened, with a satisfied smile on his lips, shallow, and then looking at his daughter, the smile was magnified. "It's raining outside, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you have to sit on the lever." The daughter quickly pouted and kissed Dad's face. When her face moved, the thread on it seemed to move with it.

The traffic flow hadn't moved yet, so the president asked the driver to turn on the double jump lights, got out of the car with his daughter in his arms, and used his palms as masks to protect her face.Many private cars on the road are taking their children to kindergarten, and they are all stuck here. Some parents have already got out of the car and are walking with their children.

Under the watchful eyes of these parents, the clerk moved out his vehicle, unlocked the car, and it was a well-maintained [-]-bar.He was also carrying a dark green winter melon in his hand.

Sensing the eyes of outsiders, the president felt a little uncomfortable, but the bicycle is too big, and it is enough to attract attention wherever it is placed on the side of the road. "Is the car okay? Don't drop the child."

"No problem." The clerk was full of confidence, put the winter melon in the front basket, put the pedals on first, "give her to me."

The president also wanted to give a few words of advice, but his daughter had already stretched out her arms in advance, anxiously asking the clerk to hug her.He had no choice but to pass his daughter over, unconsciously saying a few words to be careful.

The clerk took the child over and let her sit sideways on the front bumper of the bicycle. "Boss, please support her, I'm going to push the cart." The president hurriedly supported the child, with one hand on her lower back and the other on her small shoulder.The rain had almost stopped by this time, and there were only a few drops of rain on the raincoat of their little doll.

"Wow, I'm riding a bicycle." My daughter felt like flying, her arms fluttered like little wings, and she was used to cars. The feeling of a bicycle made her feel novel and she fell in love with it. The wind can blow directly on her face, and it's okay. When she saw someone outside, she stretched out her hand and touched her big wax gourd.

The impatience with riding in the car just now is long gone. The front bumper of the bicycle is better than any other car, and there is no need to wear a seat belt.She was so happy that she smiled at Papa for a while, smiled at Mommy for a while, greeted the children she met, and urged Mommy to push faster.

The president followed the car, and his leather shoes were in the rain. He knew why the child was happy, because today she had a parent to see her off, and both parents were present.

"Your car...it looks quite new." The president spared no effort to look at the bicycle, always looking at it under his nose, and he really didn't look at it much.

"It's not new anymore. This car is older than me. Back then, my father chased my mother and saved half a month's money, and he had to buy a bicycle ticket to buy it. It was considered a luxury car at that time." Holding the handlebar, he rang a shiny car bell with his right hand, "So I am reluctant to change the car."

"Okay, anyway, you can't afford to change it anyway, isn't it just a shared bicycle?" The president hurriedly supported his daughter more stably. If he knew this bike was so old, he really didn't dare to let his child sit on it.

"Bicycle sharing is also very good, but this bike was given by my dad." The clerk said with a smile on his chest. They took the side road, and the main road on the left was full of million-dollar cars. They walked over, like a review.

It's really an ancestral tradition. What kind of conditions does the family have, and they are willing to let their son enter the society if they are given a bicycle?The president lowered his head, so he saw the brand logo on the car body.

Shanghai forever.

"Your car..." Just as he was about to ask how this car came about, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, just in time for a lush tree branch above their heads, and every green leaf washed by the rain began to shake.He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to shield the child from the wind and rain, but unexpectedly, someone was a step ahead of him, keeping his chest in his mouth, and covering the child with his broad upper body.

"Mommy, there are big snails on the ground." The daughter didn't know what happened, she was just looking at people, blowing the wind, and looking for something interesting.

The clerk shook his hair, shaking off the raindrops like a drowning dog. "Of course there are snails in the rain, but..." There was some water on the road ahead, and it seemed that he couldn't get through. He turned his head, looked at the boss's face, and wiped the rainwater from his ears with his shoulders, "I can't get through the front Alright, you sit behind and I'll ride over, it's only a few meters, not far away."

The president stopped in his footsteps, the luxury cars on the side of the road honked their horns impatiently, several bicycles passed by, the winter melon was also drenched in the rain, and Lu Tixia's face was wet.

There are many people watching them.

"Are you okay?" He deliberately avoided the eyes of those people, "The car won't fall apart, will it?"

"It will never fall apart, I promise." The clerk held her daughter in his arms with two arms, "Don't move around, Dad is going to sit in the back seat, and Mommy will take you through the puddle by bike."

"Over the puddle, over the puddle." The daughter grabbed the handlebar by herself. In her eyes, riding a bicycle is the most fun game in the world.

The president stood on the side of the road and hesitated, his upper body moved, but his lower body did not move. "Then you get on the bike first, and I'll get on again. I'm afraid you'll sweep me down after you get used to riding."

The clerk hurriedly raised his right leg and stepped onto the tall and strong [-] bar in one step. Then the president walked slowly and sat down with his back to the traffic. "Ride."

"Wife...you hug me." The clerk, one in front and one behind, said quietly, taking advantage of it quietly, "hug my waist."

"You're really troublesome." The CEO had no choice but to stretch out his left arm and put it around the dog man's waist. In the next second, he started on the same spot, took their winter melon and daughter, and headed towards the direction of the water on the road. go ahead.A gust of wind blew again, the president covered his face and coughed lightly, with a slight smile under his palm.

The watery road passed under their feet, and the wheel of the car made a water mark that would disperse. He passed a puddle with a thud under his buttocks. He leaned his body slightly to the left and leaned his head on it.

"Mommy, you ride so fast, faster than a car." The daughter opened her mouth to catch the wind, and played with it, "Can I go to the hospital tomorrow and ride a bike?"

"This... let's not do it." Tomorrow is the day when my daughter will have the stitches removed, and the staff members don't dare to do this. If grandma and mother see it, they will be beaten again.

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CEO: I always remember that I was kicked off the [-]th bar by the dog man!