C132

"Wang …" "There is someone who wishes to see you …"

Chou Yan was standing in his study in a daze as he looked at the memorials on the table. Suddenly, a guard pushed open the door, and asked with a weird tone.

Chou Yan frowned and turned to look at the guard coldly. "Who is it?"

"Me!" A clear and tender voice suddenly sounded from behind the guard, and Steamed Bun's figure immediately appeared in front of Chou Yan.

Chou Yan's brows relaxed as he turned around. His originally gloomy and gloomy face was gradually covered with a layer of fatherly love. He looked at Steamed Bun and asked, "You? "Why are you looking for I?"

Steamed Bun pouted and walked over with large strides. He stood in front of Chou Yan and raised his head to look at Chou Yan, "I want to build a … Err … "A gentleman, a gentleman's contract!"

A gentleman's contract? Chou Yan raised his eyebrows, what was that? Could it be something weird that his mother said again?

Seeing that Chou Yan did not seem to care too much about it, Steamed Bun frowned, and went forward to hug Chou Yan's leg: "A noble contract!" "I want to establish a nobleman's contract with you!"

Chou Yan laughed and bent down to pick Steamed Bun up, letting him sit on his arms. He turned his head and looked at Steamed Bun with a serious face and said, "Fine, tell me, what kind of a contract do you have?"

"The first one!" "Steamed Bun suddenly waved a small, tender finger in front of Chou Yan." "You're not allowed to bully my mother!"

Chou Yan's face changed slightly, and he did not say a word.

"Number two, don't hit my mother!" Steamed Bun pouted.

"Number three, don't you dare curse my mother!" Steamed Bun continued to pout.

"Number four, don't make my mother cry!" Steamed Bun continued to pout.

"One last thing, don't let those bad women hurt my mother again!" As he spoke, Steamed Bun's mouth bulged out. His face was filled with indignation.

Chou Yan turned around, "What bad woman?"

"I don't know, it's just a bad woman, because my mother is the most beautiful and she wants to come and hurt me!" Steamed Bun puffed up his face. "If Uncle Fussy hadn't come over to save my mother, my mother would have been injured by now!"

Chou Yan frowned and looked at Steamed Bun, "Is that all?"

"Hm!" Steamed Bun nodded vigorously. "My mother is a good mother. You're not allowed to bully her!" Even though she's lazy sometimes, even more shameless than I am, and even likes to eat and play sometimes, even likes to sit where she's sitting for a while and giggle out of nowhere. Even so, she's still a good mother, the best mother in the world! "If you make mother cry again, when I grow up in a few years time, I will definitely avenge mother!" As he said this, Steamed Bun's cute black eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glint. He was like a threat to an adult.

Chou Yan squinted his eyes, and quietly looked at the bun for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that the bun did not only look like him, but also like him.

He had heard that Gabriella's husband looked very similar to him, but he didn't expect their son to … So much like him!

"Don't be in a daze, do you agree to this gentleman's contract or not?" Steamed Bun suddenly frowned.

Chou Yan laughed and patted Steamed Bun's back, "Yan Er, don't you know that contracts require both parties to be advantageous? "If I agree to your contract, what benefits will I get?"

"Ugh …" Steamed Bun was stupefied.

"Hm?" Chou Yan continued to ask.

"That …" "Steamed Bun pouted and turned to kiss Chou Yan's face." Is this considered? "

Chou Yan couldn't help but laugh as he helplessly looked at this demon elf brat. "Nope."

"Oh, that …" Steamed Bun rolled his eyes and asked, "Then what kind of benefits do you want?"

Chou Yan thought for a while, then suddenly placed the bun on the ground. He looked down and smiled at him, "I doesn't know yet, but I will find time in the future to ask for conditions from you."

"Then, did you agree to the gentleman's contract?" Steamed Bun blinked.

Chou Yan frowned, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said indifferently: "Then it's up to your mother …"