It seems that
I don't think so.
Although I know he doesn't like himself, although I know it's very difficult to chase him.
But didn't she know about it long ago? I've been angry with myself in advance. No matter how difficult it is, I have to catch up with him.
It's hard to catch up with a cold faced man like him.
Don't say it's her. Even the former Su Jiu, who had been a secretary around him for so long, couldn't touch his heartstrings
Secretary.
Xiaoyan's eyes lit up and suddenly turned to Xiaomi bean.
"Xiaomi Dou, are you optimistic about your aunt Xiaoyan?"
"Hmm?" Xiaomi Dou looked at her puzzled. She didn't understand that she looked depressed one second ago, but the next second she suddenly regained her anger and looked confident.
"I think... Maybe I still have a chance! I won't help your mother in the future. Shall I apply for president secretary of Han group?"
Xiaomi Dou's eyes suddenly became resentful.
"Aunt Xiaoyan, if you don't help Mommy, won't Mommy be more busy?"
"... smelly boy, just think about your mommy. Without me, your mommy can still spend money to invite others. Employees like me can find it by spending some money. But your uncle is different. If aunt Xiaoyan misses him, there will be no second Han Qing for me to pursue in the future."
After talking a lot, Xiao Yan felt that there was something wrong with him. Xiaomi Dou is only a five-year-old child. Why should she tell him this? He doesn't understand!
Thinking of this, Xiao Yan fiercely stretched out his hand and patted his forehead.
"Forget it, I won't tell you. Anyway, you little fart child, you don't understand these things. I'll give her this suggestion when your mommy comes back. When I take your uncle down, there's no need to worry about anything else. I'll go back to your mommy's company to help."
Thinking of the future, Xiaoyan's expression and eyes suddenly became beautiful.
Xiaomi Dou looked at such aunt Xiaoyan, but shook his head and pretended to be old and deep: "aunt Xiaoyan, I don't want to hit you. It's a long way to go."
"It's a long way to go?" Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at Xiaomi Dou: "where did you hear that? When did you learn it?"
"Oh." Xiaomi Dou's face was not red and his heart did not jump. "The teacher taught it."
"What the teacher taught?" Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes and bit his lower lip in doubt. "Strange, aren't you in kindergarten? How can the teacher teach this?"
"Last time when the teacher taught us how to study, he said that we are still very young and have a lot to learn in the future, so he taught us this poem."
Xiao Yan thought about it and felt that it seemed to be in the past, so he nodded and didn't say anything more.
See that she doesn't tangle with this topic anymore.
Xiaomi Dou finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was smart and round the past.
When he got home, Xiao Yan asked while pressing the password: "you said there should be no problem for me to leave here, but what if your uncle doesn't agree to join there?"
What can I do?
This is an obvious fact. My uncle doesn't seem to be interested in women, and aunt Xiaoyan is so obvious. If I go to the company to apply for the president's secretary, my uncle will only avoid her.
Not to mention hiring her.
Thinking of this, Xiaomi Dou suddenly raised his eyes and looked piteously at the back of Xiaoyan's head.
Aunt Xiaoyan is so pathetic.
Compared with Mommy, Mommy is chased by men, but aunt Xiaoyan not only has no one to chase, but also has to chase men, but also a particularly difficult one.
"Alas!"
Thinking of this, Xiaomi bean couldn't help himself and sighed heavily.
Xiaoyan opened the door and asked curiously when he heard him sigh.
"Why are you sighing, young man? Come in quickly. Let's cook some noodles in the evening, shall we?"
"Good aunt Xiaoyan."
Bang!
After the door closed, Xiaomi Dou changed his shoes at the porch, and then went upstairs with his little schoolbag on his back in slippers.
After going upstairs, he pushed open the door of his room and put his schoolbag on the desktop. Then he turned to Han Muzi's room and took Han Muzi's laptop back to his room.
After closing the door, Xiaomi Dou opened his notebook.
He installed a location on his mother's mobile phone, which can find Han Muzi's location at any time.
Seeing his mommy at the airport, Xiaomi bean blinked his eyes like black glass beads, thought about it and began to locate another one.
The final result was that both of them were at the airport.
Oh.
Xiaomi Dou suddenly put his hand over his mouth and chuckled. Can he see daddy soon? Thinking of what daddy had done to Mommy before, Xiaomi Dou snorted again.
Smelly daddy, he still has a lot of accounts to settle with him.
I really hope mommy makes up with Daddy quickly, and then he can blackmail and blackmail yetingchen by relying on his identity.
Let him know that his son is powerful!
Let him know that bullying Mommy will come to no good end!
Xiaomi Dou's fingers flew on the keyboard for a while, and then entered his own chat group.
The crowd exploded as soon as he appeared.
Fat man: {mom! I seem to see a ghost!}
Fengshen: {raise your paw to show that I seem to have seen it. Oh, no, no, it's more terrible than a ghost.}
Millet bean saw this row of chat records, some speechless, typing.
Bean paste: {when did I become a ghost?}
Taro: {you haven't come out for so long, and every time you appear, you look like a ghost. You're not a ghost. Who is it?}
Bean paste: {...}
French fries: {beans, you're finally here. We're all dying for you. What's the matter with you? It's mysterious. Our brothers can't contact you yet. Why don't you give us your contact information.}
Give them his contact information? Xiaomi bean thought of his age, sipped his thin lips, and then continued typing.
Soy sauce: {no! My mommy doesn't agree!}
Fat man: {???}
Taro: {???}
Fengshen: {?????}
French fries: {???????}
A large row of question marks immediately filled the screen, so that Xiaomi beans didn't react for a long time.
Fengshen: {am I right when I step on a horse? What did the boss say just now? His mommy doesn't agree?}
French fries: {poof, I'm going to laugh to death. Is the boss who comes and goes without a trace a mother treasure? Only the mother's command is from, the kind without self?}
Taro: {I have a very bad feeling, boss... Are you still very young?}
Fat man: {hmm? It feels like so, boss. Aren't you just an adult?}
Just an adult? Xiaomi beans blinked and typed.
Soy sauce: {No.}
Fat man: {I'm scared to death. I'll tell you, how can the boss be a child? Don't beat the rhythm with French fries. What I hate most is your rhythm.}
However, the fat man's words had just finished, and the bean paste knocked out a typesetting again.
{I'm five years old.}