Chapter 821 - 821 807. Annoyed and Dissatisfied (3)

Chapter 821: 807. Annoyed and Dissatisfied (3) Chapter 821: 807. Annoyed and Dissatisfied (3) Surrounded by so many people, nineteen was unexpectedly calm, lounging lazily in his daddy’s arms, chewing on his pacifier. His chubby little fist still held onto one of Quan Jingwu’s fingers, not letting go—a comfortable look that made people want to rush forward and hold him.

Even Mingdong, who was explaining the proposal, was attracted by nineteen’s presence, significantly slowing down his speech.

Realizing that everyone’s gaze was concentrated on his son, Quan Jingwu’s dark brows furrowed slightly, and his cold eyes swept over them, his fingertip tapping on the table surface.

“Thud thud—”

“Planning to work overtime?”

The chilly voice made everyone tremble.

Overtime?

Wailing, we refuse it.

Everyone hastily withdrew their gazes, focusing earnestly on the meeting.

The meeting had been going on for half an hour, and as nineteen listened to the discussion, it seemed to him like a lullaby, and gradually, his glassy purple eyes closed.

Quan Jingwu looked down at him, slightly adjusting his position to make it more comfortable for him to fall asleep.

“Shen Hao, go to my office and bring the blanket.”

Shen Hao nodded, carefully standing up, trying not to make a sound. Soon, he brought the blanket back.

It was a light blue little blanket, obviously brought from home.

Quan Jingwu took the little blanket, draping it over nineteen, who pursed his lips, his chubby little hand grasping Quan Jingwu’s clothes.

Seeing his little movement, Quan Jingwu curved his lips into a smile, reminded of his wife who also liked to grab onto his clothes when she slept.

The meeting lasted over an hour, and by the time it was dismissed, for the first time, the people felt that the meeting was too short. They still wanted to continue watching the sweetly sleeping little dumpling.

As soon as Quan Jingwu left the meeting room, nineteen woke up, his clear eyes still carrying the haze of just waking up. He looked at Quan Jingwu sleepily, as if waiting for something.

“Nineteen, shall we go home to find mommy with daddy, hmm?”

Meeting the little guy’s gaze, he lowered his head to kiss his forehead, eliciting a “giggle” of laughter from nineteen.

Shen Hao and the others following behind him heard his words and laughed bitterly.

Boss is going to duck out of work again.

Quan Jingwu pushed open the door and walked into his office, setting nineteen down on the couch, removing his pacifier, and turning to prepare the milk powder in the bottle for him.

Seeing Quan Jingwu temporarily leaving, Shen Hao and the others rushed to the couch to tease nineteen.

“Master nineteen, smile for us, if you smile, uncle will give you candy,” Mingdong extended a finger to hook nineteen’s little hand, coaxing him.

“Idiot, such a little child can’t eat candy, he doesn’t even have teeth yet,” Yi Kai knocked Mingdong on the head and said with a glance.

Nineteen looked at them calmly, then suddenly, his little face crumpled, and before Shen Hao and the others could figure out what was wrong, he burst into tears without warning.

“Waah… waah…”

This crying frightened Shen Hao and the others.

Shen Hao looked at the suddenly crying little dumpling with a puzzled face, “What, what made him cry?”

Mingdong scratched his head, “I don’t know either, maybe he misses Boss?”

“Don’t cry, little ancestor; if you keep crying, when your daddy comes, your uncles are going to be in trouble,” Yi Kai begged sorrowfully, almost ready to kneel.

“Waah waah waah…” Nineteen cried even more intensely.

Zeng Hang’s eyes shifted, and he quickly cooed, “Uncle will make funny faces for you, don’t cry, look.”

With that, he raised his hand, pinching his own face to make a series of grimaces, while Shen Hao and the others hung their heads with three black lines dropping down.

What is this approach?

“Zeng Hang, if your funny face is so ugly that it scares him into crying more, it’ll be on you,” Shen Hao gripped Zeng Hang’s collar and pulled him away, afraid his grimace might frighten nineteen.

However, the result was always unexpected.

Nineteen stopped his tears, his bewitching purple eyes still holding a mist of stars, and suddenly he smiled at Zeng Hang’s funny face.

“Giggle giggle giggle…”

“…”

Shen Hao and the others were petrified.

It seemed that the boss’s son was also one to tread off the beaten path.

Most kids would be scared to tears by the faces that Zeng Hang was making, yet this kid was laughing merrily.

“What are you guys doing?”

Upon hearing his son’s crying, Quan Jingwu rushed back from heating up the milk and saw Shen Hao and the others gathered around the sofa upon entering the room.

“Boss!”

Shen Hao and the others dispersed, revealing Nineteen lying on the sofa.

Quan Jingwu walked over, bent down to pick up Nineteen, then brought the milk bottle up to his lips. Smelling the milk, Nineteen automatically latched onto the nipple and begun to drink.

“Shen Hao, send the important documents to my email.”

After dropping this line, Quan Jingwu left the office, holding Nineteen.

Shen Hao and others exchanged glances, their eyes full of mutual sympathy.

Great, they were in for another late night of work.

…

The sun blazed hotly, and even the breeze felt warm.

Bai Jue stood at the edge of the street with his hands in his pockets, looking at the flower shop across the street that had just opened, a faint arc tugging at the corners of his mouth.

When the red light switched to green, he stepped forward and made his way across.

Although the flower shop had just opened, its prime location and the wide variety of flowers made the business quite decent.

Through a pane of floor-to-ceiling glass, Bai Jue searched the store for that familiar figure among the bustle of customers.

There, a slender figure rose from behind the checkout counter, holding a small potted plant in her hands.

Unbeknownst to him, the girl’s short hair had grown past her shoulders, her pretty face adorned with a sweet smile. Her pink lips moved, chatting and laughing with the customers.

Bai Jue watched, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

He took a step, climbed the steps, pushed open the door, and walked in.

“Welcome!”

The soothing melody played, accompanied by the clear voice of the clerk.

“Sir, may I ask what kind of flowers you’re looking to buy?” Xiaoling looked up at the handsome man before her, nearly clasping her hands in a heart shape.

He was devastatingly handsome.

Bai Jue smiled slightly, “I’m sorry, I’m looking for your boss.”

With that, he made his way straight to the queue at the checkout counter.

One customer after another paid, and soon it was Bai Jue’s turn. Zhan Mingyan noticed and looked down, organizing the receipts in her hands.

After a long silence, as she found it odd that no one spoke, she looked up, and unexpectedly, the handsome man’s face caught her attention.

She took a step back, a look of surprise on her face.

Seeing the astonishment on her face, Bai Jue flashed a wicked smile, leaned on the checkout counter with one hand, and tilted his body forward, casual and languid.

“What, scared by me?”

He’d make her dare to pretend not to know him. Now let’s see how she’d pretend.

Seeing that familiar roguish grin, Zhan Mingyan suppressed the annoyance in her heart and regained her composure, speaking in a distant tone, “Mr. Bai, what can I do for you?”

Is there something wrong with this man?

He had already rejected her confession, so why did he keep coming up to her for no reason?

“Mr. Bai?” Bai Jue narrowed his eyes dangerously, clearly unhappy with the formality.