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Hearing the female president say that, he Siming couldn't help but hook his lips and sneer: "want to support me?"

"Well." The female president nodded, "you have to think about it. Now there are not many people like me who are not afraid of the power of that person and want to keep you. If you miss this one, there will be no next one. "

his eyes flashed a little cold, cold voice:" do you think you deserve it? "

"You..." the female president said angrily.

Just didn't expect that he Siming is now in such a state of depression, and the cold in his eyes is still the same.

The female president laughed for a moment and said, "well, I'll see what else I can do if you don't accept me. I really want to see your end."

He Siming just gave a cold glance and left the company without any care.

After a day's interview, the results are the same as yesterday.

He Siming went home again and was warmly welcomed by Wen Baobao as soon as he went back.

"Daddy, you're back." Wenbaobao immediately rushed up and gave him a hug.

He Siming hooked his lips and directly lifted wenbaobao up for a few turns.

"Ha ha ha, Dad, please let me down. I can't do it." Wen Baobao is smiling happily.

He Siming puts Wen Baobao on the sofa. Looking at the pistachio, he thinks of Shu Yue.

Even if Shu Yue is not with him now, he still leaves such a pistachio beside him, comforting him all the time.

"Dad." Looking at he Siming's meditation, Wen Baobao asked curiously, "what are you thinking?"

Afraid that baby Wen would think of his mother's sadness, he quickly shook his head: "nothing."

Baby Wen looked at him, some words do not know whether to ask export. After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't help asking, "Daddy, did you have a bad interview today?"

He Siming said awkwardly, "well, it's not going well, but Dad believes that as long as he works hard, he will be able to find a job."

Wen Baobao climbed to he Siming's lap and sat down. He put his arm around his neck and asked, "Daddy, Baobao has a suggestion. I don't know if you think it's OK."

"Oh, baby has an idea?" He Siming asked curiously. He didn't know what was in Wen Baobao's small head.

Wen Baobao nodded and said solemnly, "I used to see daddy drawing pretty well. Daddy has professional training, no worse than some painting masters. If you don't want daddy to paint on the street, he will surely attract a lot of attention because of his skill and ability, and because he is so good-looking. Maybe it will become popular and make a lot of money. "

He Siming's face was a little bit black. He shook his head and affirmed, "no way!"

"Why not? It's hard for the baby to come up with it, and if you go, the baby will go back to cheer you on." Wen Baobao shriveled mouth, very dissatisfied with now daddy's perfunctory.

He Siming still had a black face and a firm tone: "I said no, I just can't. There's no reason."

Baby Wen saw through his mind at a glance and said contemptuously, "are you afraid of shame?"

Wen Baobao sighed, quietly went back to the room, turned on the computer.

It's hard for him to bear the burden at such a young age.

However, who let him be a man? It's time to take some responsibility for his father.

This morning, I saw the youth flying chess competition on the website. As long as the game is won, there will be 100000 prizes. It's not much, but at least it can help.

So, he decisively pressed sign up, fill in other information completely.

Looking at the successful words, Wen Baobao prayed silently: "Mommy, bless me for the success of the competition."

"No, I've inherited my father's excellent gene. I'm sure I can win."

After signing up, he went to the competition secretly.

Because it's a junior class, so the age limit is 16 years old. After Wen Baobao went, he found that there are big brothers and sisters who are much older than himself.

And he's short, half as tall as they are.

Even when he wanted to enter, the security guards thought that he was a child of his own family.

"Kids, it's the game, you can't get in. Find your parents and go to the audience area to watch the game. " Security blocked the road.

"Uncle, I'm not a child. I'm a contestant. I'm going to enter the competition." Wen Baobao explains.

But the security guard laughed, squatted down and said, "good children can't lie and cheat. Where are your parents? Tell me, I'll lead you to your parents."

Wen Baobao had no choice but to hang up the sign of the contestant he received to prove that he was a contestant.

"Uncle, you can watch, I'm really a player, I didn't cheat you." Wen Baobao explains.

The security guard took wenbaobao's entry card and looked at it, then repeatedly compared the photos and age on the entry card. Only in this way can he really believe that this is really a contestant.The security guard immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, little friend, you are too young for the competition."

"Never mind, uncle." Wenbao politely said, and went to the game.

Apartment.

Wenlow sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV bored.

Gong Yang was too possessive for her, so he didn't let her go out.

She bored for several stations, all feel boring, but in the last stage seems to see a familiar voice.

TV host's voice: "especially dear audience friends, Hello, next our program youth flying chess competition is about to start, now we start to introduce our competitors. First of all, No.1 player Wang Yu graduated from No.1 high school in our city at the age of 15... "

Wenluo continued to patiently look at a child who just flashed by. She seemed very familiar.

I watched all the time, and finally the camera turned to a child.

He is much lower than other children, but his introduction is still very concise. He also shows great calmness and self-confidence on the stage. He doesn't see any tension at all.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Wen Baobao. I'm a local. I like traveling and painting."

Wenluo looked at the child, gently frowned, the strong sense of familiarity and impact on her brain.

”Baby Winfrey, baby Winfrey. "Wenlow said the name over and over again.

Suddenly, some familiar pictures came into her mind again, and the previous scenes came into her mind again.

Baby Wen, baby Wen is her child! She's not Wenluo. It's all fake. She's gentle.

Just thinking, suddenly heard the sound of pushing the door, Wenluo quickly turned off the TV.

"What's the matter?" Gong Yang looked at her behavior and asked.

"Nothing. I'm tired of watching TV. I'll go back to my room first." Wenluo's heart beat nervously and went back to his room.