Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 109: He is the son of your grandfather
Fu Yanchi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
“If I please you, is it useful?” He wiped the normal saline solution from the corner of his eyes while laughing.
The little boy shook his head resolutely, "It's no use, mother likes you, Qiqi will help you."
Hou Wa'er pursed his lips, as if reprimanding him, and said solemnly, "So, Uncle Fu, don't waste your time on me."
Fu Yanchi could not help but laugh anymore, and he teased Xiaowaer again, "Then if your mother doesn't like uncle, will Qi Qi also hate uncle?"
"I'll listen to my mother." Qi Qi pursed his lips, looking at the man with dark eyes calmly, "My mother is suffering so much, uncle, don't bother her. Otherwise, I'd hate you so much."
The man looked at those serious eyes, and slowly removed the loose smile on his face.
A moment later, he raised his hand to caress the top of the little baby's hair, and slowly opened his lips, "I will never bother him, Qiqi."
The nautical mile consciousness.
The little egg man suddenly jumped up, staring into the savings pool in bewilderment.
Last time, the little boy had a dream in the middle of the night, which consumed half of his energy pool.
These past few days were intermittent, and only a few recovered, even the bottom of the pond was not covered.
But it only blinked once, and the pool was again filled in half.
Like a waterfall falling from the sky.
The little egg man squinted towards the man in space, his eyes shining brightly. This was another moving treasure house, and this was a super treasure house.
The last time Song Yueliang and Qiqi met, they hugged each other for so long and poured all their affection into it, only then collected half the energy.
But in the half of the pond in front of him, Fu Yanchi had just stroked the little boy's head, right?
If Fu Yanchi could unearth all the emotions Fu Yanchi had towards the little boy, at least two ponds could be collected!
But Fu Yanchi was not good at strategy. After such a long time of knowing each other, today was the first time he really had a hint of sincerity towards Xiao Zaier.
This suggests that this is a person with a very strong defense, and it may not be easy to get him to treat him wholeheartedly with his IQ.
After being surprised, the little egg man lay down again, crossed his legs and meditated.
Based on the current knowledge, it was estimated that the person who could let Xiao Zaier gather such a large amount of energy was all related to the task issued by the system, and the second was a first level important person. The third one must have an important relationship with Xiao Zaier (?).
Unless a third article is to be determined, the first two articles can be determined without doubt.
The little egg man raised his head and looked at the man with a graceful smile again. Who her?
If I remember correctly, the night that Xiao Zaier lost his energy in his dream, this man was in the hospital?
So Song Yueliang must have heard the news that she was hospitalized, so she lost her mind and rushed back to the city with her little son?
The little egg man clapped his hands, "Little boy, he is you b...%￥...%&%"
"He is you b...%...￥%￥"
The crackling sound of electric currents surrounded the sea of consciousness, as long as the little egg man opened his mouth to shout those two words, a row of black smoke would come out.
weary.
The little egg man was lying flat on his back in the air, his entire body was giving off black air, and there was the rest of the flickering electric current.
“He is your grandfather's son, your mother's husband, and your uncle's brother!” The little egg man shook his head and stretched out his middle finger.
Conscious abroad, Qiqi's small face slowly changed from serious to dazed, her eyes twirling.
—He was your grandfather's beep, your mother's beep, your uncle's beep!
What was Eggy talking about?
…
Huicheng.
After choosing a good time for ribbon cutting in the afternoon, after inviting newspaper reporters and journalists to witness the publicity, the highlight was the opening reception in the evening.
It was the first place to develop a network for a new company.
Dingfeng is supported by Song Group and Jingdu Yanjia, and the company is located in a new building in the southern district of the commercial center.
It is directly opposite Taifeng Real Estate, separated by a commercial street.
In the general manager's office on the top floor of Dingfeng, a man in black shirt and trousers stood in front of a ceiling-high window, his back tall and slender.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a strong forearm.
“News that Boss Guan invited has been released?” The man lowered his head and lit his cigarette, his voice melodious and deep.
Song Ziyu sat in the boss chair with her legs dangling in front of the table, with a puzzled face, "Already released, I really don't know why you took the trouble of inviting Boss Guan to the reception. If Song Yueliang hears the news, can't you immediately run and take the land with us?”
According to him, news like this should be muted.
And since they have connections with bosses, why bother inviting people to show their faces? Isn't this an opportunity for others to come and share the cake?
The man lifted his lips and smiled, "It's more fun if anyone picks it up, isn't it?"
"That's farting!" Song Ziyu was irritable, what a madman!
How can one start a company and recruit competitors instead of doing the whole job for himself?
The man who stood facing the window, with his smoky fingers, his eyes hidden behind a dark and deep lens, with a dim light.
The phone rang, and he connected it to his ear.
After listening to what was said there, the man's eyes slightly flickered, "Go to Taoxi Village? Understand, watch first, and report if anything strange."
Holding up the phone, the man thought.
Song Yueliang first went to Taoxi Village, and then Fu Yanchi followed.
One and two people ran to that small mountain village, what attracted them?
"Whose phone number is so mysterious?" Later, Song Ziyu gossiped and continued, "Hey, Aqin, didn't you say your aunt came to Huicheng?"
His mind was cut off, Yan Qin hummed, put down his phone and did not want to talk any further.
They met on the second day when the eldest aunt came to Huicheng.
Back then, he alluded to the opening of the reception and invited the other party to attend, but was rejected.
He wasn't surprised.
If Fu Yanchi were to speak, the result would be different, but unfortunately he was not Fu Yanchi.
Song Ziyu originally wanted to ask if she wanted to invite people, but seeing Yan Qin's expression, she knew that she couldn't continue mentioning it.
Silently grieving.
The eldest aunt of Yanqin, isn't that the wife of the most wealthy head of the Yan family in Kyoto?
If he could be invited to attend, this name alone was enough to shock the audience, and bring waves of glory to their new company and even the Song Group!
Shame, or shame!
Outside the ceiling-high window, the setting sun slowly sank.
The hour hand approached the number seven bit by bit.
Red Maple Mountain Villa.
Song Ziyun was sitting on the sofa in the living room, speaking softly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Aunt Meng, we've been talking on the phone for a long time, I always felt you were very close, I've been wanting to see you for a long time, but unfortunately I didn't find a chance. It just so happened that you came to Huicheng this time, and I wanted to do my best to become a landlord, but Ah Chi defeated me again ."
“It's easy for me to get a chance tonight, why don't you just go out for fun, I'll pick you up? This is not a messy place, just my brother's small company is holding the opening reception.”
“I know Aunt Meng, you don't like to socialize, but I also like to clean up, how about we stay in a private room to chat and have tea?”