Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

It was midnight when He Mingyu returned to J City.

Naturally, it is not good to pick up their son from He Qi and Liao Xian at this time.

He Mingyu went home and took a shower, changed his clothes again, and went straight to the company to work overtime.

A four-day leave for a normal working day is not long, and short is not short.

If Lin Yu discusses some materials and documents with several directors of the company, if he still can't make up his mind, he will put them on the desk in the office and wait for the boss to reply.

He Mingyu's work efficiency has always been very high. When the day is light, all the accumulated documents are processed almost seven or eighty-eight.

Then I went to wash my face in the toilet in the lounge, took the car key and pushed open the office door and walked out.

When I walked to the door, I just met Lin Yu, who came to work conscientiously.

Lin Yu almost thought that she had sacrificed too much for the company and was dazzled: "Boss?"

He Mingyu nodded: "I have finished reading the documents on the table. You can go in and distribute them to all departments and implement them as soon as possible."

Lin Yu: "..."

Lin Yu glanced at He Mingyu from head to toe, was silent for a moment, and said very conspicuously: "Received, boss, I will do it right away."

If he remembers correctly, the boss is only married on the first day.

There was no nightlife on the first day of marriage, and even came to work overtime...

Lin Yu suddenly felt that she might have accidentally learned some unspeakable secret, so she had to stare at the figure of He Mingyu silently for a long while.

For a while, I didn't know if I should feel sorry for Tan Qing, or if I should feel sorry for the boss.

Ugh.

Mr. Tan seems to be the type that is charming and charming.

Even if I am married now, I don't know if the boss can keep it.

Lin Yu shook his head and decided that for the sake of salary, he must be more cautious in his words and deeds in the future, and must not attack the boss's fragile man's knot.

The other end.

He Mingyu, who had just left the company, got into the car and sneezed a lot.

He drove the car out of the company, stopped at the pharmacy on the roadside for a while, went in and bought a box of commonly used cold medicines and took two pills before drove the car to his parents again.

Today is a working day.

He Qi's unit has a training mission, and only Liao Xian, who has retired to the second line, is at home.

In a small red brick mansion.

The original spacious living room and foyer are all filled with talking toys of all kinds.

Now.

The little fat cub, who is more and more like white glutinous rice dumplings, is riding on the bright and beautiful small carriage in the living room, with "jiajiajia" in his mouth.

The tone is inaccurate, but the sound of the word is a little bit interesting.

The door opened by Sister Zhong.

Liao Xian, who was sitting in the living room with chattering, looked up at the door and waved to He Mingyu: "Son, are you back?"

The chat that was sent to grandparents' house hasn't seen He Mingyu for several days.

The little boy sitting in the small carriage tilted his head when he heard the movement, and looked at He Mingyu for a while, and the two words were clearly and crisply popped out: "Rake!"

He Mingyu took the health-preserving bird's nest that had been prepared in advance to Liao Xian to the table, and then lifted Tanjiji from the carriage.

The chubby cub, who was only a few days away and seven months old, was fed well, and it was soft and tender when kneaded.

He Mingyu hugged the chatter and played with it for several times, and then he pointed to the boxes of bird's nests: "Mom, Qingqing chose it for you. Take time to drink and drink."

Liao Xian wore a goose-yellow cheongsam. Although she was over a hundred and a half years old, her figure and skin were still well maintained.

She stretched out her hand and took a nest from the delicately packed gift boxes: "Got it from Tan Qing?"

He Mingyu didn't change his face and his heart beat: "Well, he chose it specially for you."

Liao Xian didn't expose He Mingyu either, but only asked Sister Zhong to put away the bird's nest, and asked He Mingyu to sit down and ask: "Did Tan Qing come back with you?"

He Mingyu snorted and grabbed back the hand in his arms that he wanted to reach out to touch the hot teapot: "He is about to be finished, and he will be back in about a week or two."

Liao Xian nodded: "Well, how will he arrange his work in the future?"

I probably heard Tan Qing's name.

The children of Tanjiji once again had a very strong desire for dialogue, sitting in He Mingyu's arms and making gestures babble: "Baba, baba!"

He Mingyu wrapped the small napkin around Tanji's neck around him, and reached out and hooked his son's little finger: "Well, my dad is coming back."

Talking about it, Chonghe Mingyu, who was so happy, burst into a smile with eight teeth.

And stretched out his hand to pick a pistachio from the nut plate on the coffee table, cherished it and placed it in the palm of He Mingyu's palm, and issued an order: "Rake, eat!"

This is the first time He Mingyu has been talked and flattered.

Can't help but froze for a few seconds.

Then Liao Xian, who was sitting across from him, smiled and said, "Let’s eat. Your son is exactly the same as when you were a kid. To please anyone must look at the other person and accept the gift, otherwise he would never give up on his own initiative."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu had to eat the pistachio while talking about the little baby teeth with a smile, and once again promised to the boy: "I will pick him up when your dad is finished, and the words will count."

The little fat cub was satisfied with a few sounds, then lowered his head to play with his little toy.

He Mingyu finally finished the chat, raised his head and said to Liao Xian: "Mom, I told you about the half-year-old banquet of the chat before, I initially plan to set it next week."

Liao Xian took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly, "Just in time to talk about Qing's return?"

He Mingyu: "Right."

Liao Xian said, "Chiji is almost seven months old by the end of this month. The name of the half-year-old banquet is not appropriate. It's better to have a banquet and formally introduce your son and Tanqing together."

The boy's birthday party has been delayed for several months, and it happened to catch up with He Mingyu and Tan Qing to get the certificate.

After much deliberation, Liao Xian is still ready to do something big: "I will tell your dad that I will invite his friends over at that time. But the relationship between Tan Qing and Jiji..."

He Mingyu naturally understood what Liao Xian meant, and said: "I don't want to talk about the relationship between Chi Chi and Tan Qing publicly for the time being."

Liao Xian nodded: "That's what I meant. Tan Qing is a public figure. The less privacy-related issues are leaked, the safer it is."

The toys in Tan Jiji's hands have evolved from a big yellow duck to a multi-functional smart house, ranging from small puzzles to simulated piano keys, which fully reflects He Qi's high standards and high requirements for his grandson.

The chubby white and tender little fat cub sat in He Mingyu's arms and squeezed it left and right. After a long time, he finally got tired of playing. He rubbed his eyes and crawled back into He Mingyu's arms: "Rake, home, home."

He Mingyu is a father full of enthusiasm for work, so naturally it is impossible to bring Tanjiji home so early.

He picked up the little boy from his arms, stood up and said to Liao Xian: "Mom, I will take Jiji to the company first, and go home directly when I'm done."

Liao Xian said in a puzzled way: "What should I do if the child is so small and is scared by so many people at the company. Wouldn't it be okay for you to come and pick him up at night?"

He Mingyu held the silly bosom in his arms and talked about the danger that was crawling on his shoulders, and said with a serious face: "In the future, he is likely to be He's heir. I want to start cultivating his work consciousness in advance, so I plan to take him to the company one day a week in the future."

Liao Xian: "..."

Liao Xian was extremely silent for a while, and said to He Mingyu: "Mingyu... Mom knows that you love work, but sometimes the life of a couple is also very important..."

He Mingyu has not had time to speak.

Liao Xian then said again: "Although my mom hasn't met Tan Qing himself, I have chatted with him on WeChat. He is a very likable temperament, which is much stronger than yours."

He Mingyu: "..."

Liao Xian has obviously been worried for a long time: "I have also watched the news about you and Tan Qing. In the videos taken by the reporters, Tan Qing wears casual clothes. You are in a work suit..."

"Son, mom didn't say you are old. But these doorways between husband and wife, you have to consider them now when you are married. Otherwise, Tan Qing is young and in the entertainment industry. If one day you get hooked, you what to do?"

He Mingyu: "..."

Understand, just think he looks old.

He Mingyu took a deep breath: "I see, Mom, don't worry."

"You kid, how can I not worry?"

Liao Xian stood up personally, walked to the showcase in the living room, rummaged for a while, and took out a few things for He Mingyu.

This cabinet is an old object from the 1980s. He Qi's military medal and some good wine and good things are placed in it.

Liao Xian unceremoniously searched for He Qi, and asked Mrs. Zhong to bring a pocket over: "Son, this is the velvet antler given to your dad from the northeast side. This is wild ginseng. Let me see... Oh, This is the old sea cucumber, which nourishes qi and blood..."

He Mingyu hugged the fat son in his arms: "Mom, I have enough energy and blood."

Liao Xian stuffed things up to He Mingyu: "What is Wang? Take it back and stew and eat. The company won't be there for a while."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu really couldn't tell Liao Xian that he didn't have a husband and wife life to hold back, so he gritted his teeth: "I see, mom."

Liao Xian was more satisfied: "There is also a package of bird's nest, which you bought yourself and didn't discuss it with Tan Qing?"

He Mingyu: "..."

Liao Xian picked up the phone and shook it: "On the day you and Tan Qing received the certificate, he sent me a red envelope. Your mouth is sweet, and if you know that you take the initiative to make me happy, you will fool your mother with bird's nest."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu, who was hit hard, left the house with vicissitudes of life, feeling the beating of socialism in the cold wind in the early morning.

However, Tan Qing in the crew had only one shot to make up for the whole day. After finishing up, he sat in the resting position and waited for the box lunch. Halfway through, he ran to ask the uncle purchaser if he could buy more chicken drumsticks at noon.

There was an hour left before lunch, and Tan Qing was listless.

I watched around, except for the assistant Ruan Ruanzai coordinating the next few shots with the play, Yan Mu, who had just seen it in the morning, didn't know where he went.

Ugh.

So hungry.

At this time, there is a pheasant who is also pretty good.

Tan Qing waited a long time slumped, and suddenly a fresh roast duck leg stretched out in front of him.

When I looked up, I saw Ji Yanxiu's amiable face.

Tan Qing immediately reached out and took the duck leg over, and Ji Yan bowed his hands together and said, "You are such a good person!"

Ji Yanxiu smiled, "Shall we have lunch together? Take you to barbecue."