Chapter 712 - 712 698 Little Dork (3)_1

Chapter 712: 698, Little Dork (3)_1 Chapter 712: 698, Little Dork (3)_1 Black Jack walked towards him and ruffled his chestnut hair with his hand, “You like all of them?”

“Yes.”

“Then buy all of them.” Black Jack said, without an ounce of pressure.

“Wait until the toy room at the manor is ready, then have these things sent over there.”

Jian Luo looked at him with a smiling face: “There are so many, what if the toy room can’t fit them all?”

“If it doesn’t fit, take them to our fortress. Then the kids will have something to play with when they come to the fortress.” Black Jack said.

“Yes.”

Having come to an agreement, Black Jack instructed the manager there a few times, and then left with his own “childhood sweetheart”.

…

The next day, the news of Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing going to the hospital, somehow leaked out, and the news of Jian Qing’s pregnancy also spread like wildfire. Upon hearing this news, some were overjoyed, while others were distressed.

The dim light and the strong smell of alcohol filled his office.

The man lay horizontally on a luxurious leather sofa, with several buttons of his tidy shirt unbuttoned. His cleanly cut jaw now sported a blue stubble, completely unlike his usual spirited self.

He moved slightly and the tip of his foot kicked an empty wine bottle on the ground, making a crisp sound.

“Jian Qing, Jian Qing…”

The mumbling voice was like sleep-talking. The man grabbed the bottle of wine from the table and took several big gulps directly.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, half the bottle of wine was gone in an instant.

“Knock Knock Knock -”

There were rhythmic knocks on the door, three times in a row.

“CEO!”

“Get lost, stop bothering me.”

Chu Yihen growled impatiently.

The assistant outside the door shuddered and quickly left.

Chu Yihen struggled to sit up. In the corner of his eye, he saw the scattered photos on the sofa, picked up one of them, and looking at the delicate face of the woman in the photo, he gave a bitter smile.

Jian Qing, oh Jian Qing, why did you choose Quan Jingwu? Is love really about who arrives first?

Where do I fall short compared to him, why don’t you smile at me?

Even a glance, a smile would be good.

But why are you so stingy with me?

His eyes suddenly turned cold, the wine bottle in his hand was thrown out violently.

Crash.

The wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered completely.

“Jian Qing, sooner or later, you will be mine, definitely…” His eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness as he muttered under his breath.

After a while, Chu Yihen collected the photos on the sofa, stood up, walked unsteadily towards his office desk, opened the drawer, and put all the photos in.

He supported himself on the table with one hand, swiveled his head slightly, closed the drawer, picked up the remote and pressed a button. The curtains were drawn back from the middle revealing bright light that flooded in, dispelling the gloominess from the room.

He squinted slightly as the bright light outside the window made him slightly uncomfortable. He gave a cold smile, turned, and walked into the resting room inside his office.

After an unknown period, the door of the resting room opened and Chu Yihen’s clothes had been changed. He was clean and straight in his black suit, and instantly regained his usual calm and handsome demeanor.

He glanced over at the sofa. The wine bottles and broken glass on the floor had already been cleaned up.

“CEO.” The assistant came in, calling out tentatively.

Chu Yihen gave a slight nod, “Hmm, delay the meeting by five minutes.”

“Yes.”

The assistant bowed his head respectfully, turned, and walked out.

Chu Yihen took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

“Is everything arranged?”

“I understand, don’t wait, go for it.”

“Remember to make it clean, as soon as you receive the person, leave Beijing immediately.”

His cold voice methodically instructs the person on the other end of the phone, his eyes flashing with an inscrutable glow.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yihen got up and walked out, his proud figure slightly solemn.

…

“Khan, where the hell are you?”

In the living room, Xiya blurted out in her soprano voice.

She held Maomao in both hands, yes, she held Maomao high above her head, as if she was holding an ancestor, and her face looked as if she was about to cry.

Even though she was shouting so loudly, strangely enough, Maomao didn’t get frightened by her loud voice, instead, she was laughing cheerfully.

The echo hadn’t completely died out when Khan came running downstairs from above at full speed.

That speed, it’s as if his feet were equipped with wheels of wind and fire.

“What happened, what happened?”

“Maomao peed on me again, so help her change clothes, I have to change clothes too,” Xiya shoved Maomao into Khan’s arms. Seeing the little guy’s smile irritates her.

“Maomao, I’m the one who carried you in my womb for ten painstaking months and gave birth to you. How can you always pee on me? You little boy-crazy girl, I’m so done with you.”

Speaking of this event, two tear tracks ran down Xiya’s face. Every time someone is peed on, it’s always her; this daughter is too unjust, always peeing on her and not on Khan.

It was absolute gender discrimination; She would always smile cheerfully at Khan, already showing signs of being boy-crazy from a young age. This made Xiya, as a mother, feel very helpless.

Who did she inherit this trait from?

“Daddy’s little princess, Daddy will take you to change into your pretty little dress,” Khan was holding Maomao, his face full of standard doting father’s smile.

“How does Daddy’s little princess have such a beautiful smile? Come, let Daddy give you a kiss.”

With Khan’s kiss, Maomao laughed even more cheerfully.

Watching her daughter’s interaction with Khan, Xiya looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, feeling gloomy.

What happened to the agreement that their daughter loved her the most?

Khan quickly changed Maomao into a new outfit. When he returned with Maomao in his arms and saw Xiya still standing in the living room in her soiled clothes, he walked over and tapped her shoulder.

“Why didn’t you go change your clothes?”

“None of your business,” Xiya snapped back quite unhappily.

Unfazed, Khan took a quick look at her and chuckled, “How about I help you change too? I did change Maomao’s clothes after all, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t offer.”

As he spoke, he reached out toward Xiya with the hand not holding Maomao.

Upon seeing this, Xiya quickly recoiled and slapped his hand away, “Get lost, who needs your help to change clothes? Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Just hold your little princess and stop annoying me!”

After a stream of curses, Xiya sprinted upstairs.

Watching her beat a hasty retreat, Khan laughed shamelessly.

His laughter triggered Maomao’s, and they laughed in unison.

“Maomao, your mommy isn’t very gentle. You have to be more ladylike in the future, okay?” Khan looked down at the cute little being in his arms, playing with her.

Despite Maomao’s small size, she is surprisingly strong. Her tiny soft fingers clung tightly onto Khan’s hand, a shallow dimple appearing on her rosy cheek.

“Daddy’s little princess, why are you so adorable? Here’s another kiss,” Khan looked at the sweet smiling face of his daughter, and couldn’t resist giving her another kiss.

When Xiya came downstairs after changing her clothes, she saw Khan fussing over Maomao, kissing and hugging her, and lifting her high into the air. This prompted her to stomp on the floor, deliberately making noise.

“Xiya, there is some freshly washed fruit on the table.” Khan spotted her, pointed at the freshly washed strawberries on the table, and commented.