Chapter 439

In Mr. Ji's opinion, a six-year-old's birthday wish is nothing more than fun toys and delicious food. Of course, his grandson is so smart that he can't rule out asking for a gift that may ruin his fortune.

Ji Laozi is psychologically prepared. As long as the little guy opens his mouth, no matter how valuable things are, he will try his best to get them back.

However, Rao is the grandson who thinks he knows naughty and tricky, but he doesn't really look into the little guy's heart.

The baby took his black and shining eyes and swept them. It seemed that he and his grandfather's parents had no psychology at all. He touched his chin with a little bit of stubble and gently rubbed it.

Ji Laozi was touched by his grandson, and his heart was so sour and comfortable that he hugged the little guy's waist and coaxed him“ Come on, baby, tell Grandpa

"Grandfather, the baby wants daddy, mummy and grandfather to live happily with the baby."

The baby's words shocked the three adults present.

Little guy, this birthday wish sounds like a simple sentence, but it has several meanings.

First of all, I hope that my grandfather and dad can get over the past and live together peacefully.

Second, I hope that my grandfather can abandon his prejudice against mommy and try to accept her.

The third is that no matter daddy or Mommy or grandfather, they can completely put down their dissatisfaction and hostility to each other and try to get along and love each other like a family.

The three adults were silent, dignified, and each of them had something on his mind.

"Grandfather..." the little guy twisted his body and rubbed against Mr. Ji. His coquetry tone made people's bones crisp.

"Baby..." father Ji was caught off guard by his baby grandson's birthday wish. He was quite confident just now, but he didn't know what to say to prevaricate the smart and smart kid.

Say no, today is the kid's sixth birthday, I pour a basin of cold water for him, really good? Moreover, facing the baby, his heart is hard.

Let's say it's OK. The grudge between him and his son can barely be put aside for the time being. After all, no matter how stiff their relationship is, it still can't change the heavy relationship that they are blood relatives. But he can't accept Letong in any case, not to mention her arrogance when she is facing herself. He won't agree to let her enter the door of Ji's family if he only investigates her unknown origin.

"Baby, we'll talk about it later, OK? Today is your sixth birthday. Let's cut the birthday cake... "

Ji tried to draw the baby's attention to his favorite cake, but the baby didn't sell it. Before he finished, he straightened up and insisted“ Grandpa, baby only needs Mommy

Baby is not easy to deceive the Lord, holding the neck of Ji old man shaking up.

Ji was dazzled by his shaking, half squatting and supporting himself with one hand.

"Baby, come here, don't make trouble!"

Ji Rui's words without any temperature have successfully rescued him.

Recently, Baobao has seldom been fighting with Ji Rui. She pouts her pink lips and reluctantly lets go of Ji. She walks slowly to Letong, takes the candles on the table and inserts them one by one into the cake.

"Mummy, do you want six?"

"Well!"

Several adults, who do not want to spoil the baby's birthday atmosphere, so, each forced down the other's dissatisfaction and disdain, from the head of Letong to sing a birthday song for the baby.

Finished, the baby closed his hands, closed his eyes and made a wish in silence. Several black heads came together almost head to head, and accompanied the baby to blow the birthday cake.

Letong holds the baby's hand and cuts a big knife on the cake.

The slender fingers pick on the cake, and a lump of white cream sticks on the fingers. After two quick swipes, the little guy's lovely and beautiful face is immediately stained with two lumps of white cream, like two white moustaches.

Baby is not willing to lag behind, quickly also picked a big lump of cream on Letong's face, giggling, the other hand also has a lump of cream, in an instant, then wiped a lump on Ji Rui's forehead, and Ji's chin with a beard, also fortunately stained with a large piece.

Under the deliberate avoidance of several adults, the baby's birthday was happy and nothing happened.

After tossing about all night, the baby finally went to sleep, and Ji Rui, who was sitting in the living room tasting tea, stood up and said to Ji Rui, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa and was dealing with official business on the computer.

"I'm going."

Ji Rui didn't lift his head. He just said, "well."

In the past, although Ji Rui rarely gave him a good look, he still had the consciousness of being a son.

But now, even this self-consciousness is also lost unconsciously, and he is no longer willing to give even simple perfunctory to Ji Laozi.

Ji old son stares at son that Zhang Junlang's resolute face, slightly a little absent-minded.

Ji Rui doesn't look like his father, but he looks like his grandfather. Except his eyes are as green as his mother's, all other facial features are different from Ji Rui's grandfather, the former brilliant chairman.

In a trance, Mr. Ji seems to go back many years ago. At that time, he was just a brilliant little employee at the bottom. He stood in the auditorium, full of envy and worship, listening to the chairman's speech on the rostrum.

Compared with the chairman who is full of courage and excellent eloquence, his son seems to be more capable. However, his son has been very silent these years. Especially recently, he seems to disdain to talk to his father.

"AreI, are you really so busy?"

Ji Laozi stood in the corridor, with a bit of helplessness and a bit of complaint.

Ji Rui, who was accused, raised his head this time. However, his face was not the slightest sense of guilt, but full of ridicule.

"Isn't that because of you?"

Ji Rui squinted at the tall and straight old man, "are you so afraid that I will change Ji's name to brilliant?"

It's about country y, the leader, not the old man.

But the directors of the board of directors took the opportunity to fight against each other, as well as those domestic partners and major banks. Needless to say, this old man was definitely involved.

Ji's face changed slightly. "Ah Rui, you are my son. Your surname is Ji, not Hui." Once again, he emphasized the fact that no one had changed.

"Oh, do I want to thank you for giving me such a surname?" Ji Ruiwei's eyes are clearly full of smiles, but the clear chill makes him shiver involuntarily.