President Gao Leng's little wife

"Mom! Grandpa has so many fun things here!"

The little guy's voice came faintly from the phone.

Mr. John called the little guy over: "Come on, talk to mother, so that mother can rest assured."

"Mom, don't worry, I will obediently listen to grandpa."

The little guy spoke loudly into the microphone in a sensible manner.

"Grandpa, why is it so sudden?"

Xia Yuluo felt a little helpless when he heard the old man and the little guy playing happily over there, but he was not willing to blame the old man.

"I like the little guy. He also wants to come play with me for a few days, so I brought him here. Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"Grandpa, come quickly—" The little guy didn't know what new gadgets he discovered, and called out to the old man.

The old man agreed again and again, said a few words to Xia Yuluo in a hurry, and hung up the phone.

Xia Yuluo really had no choice but to get home, but she had no choice but to look at her phone and shake her head.

At first, the little guy happily followed Mr. John to go abroad and saw many novelty toys.

He also got along very well with Mr. John.

He was happy, and he didn't feel homesick for the time being, and the freshness of being here for the first time dilutes everything.

But before he was happy for a long time, the cruel reality ruthlessly broke his beautiful fantasy.

In the morning when he was still in deep sleep, the little guy curled up his buttocks and fell asleep under the quilt. The warm sunlight shone on him, warming him up.

"Young master, it's time to get up."

The little guy turned over, didn't move, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Young master, it's time to get up."

The little guy still ignored it.

The person standing by the bed had no choice but to reach out and help the little guy up from the bed.

"Young master, the master is waiting for you to eat."

The little guy was picked up suddenly, subconsciously wanting to lose his temper.

He inherited this from Han Tianyi, and he has a serious aura of getting up.

The difference was that Han Tianyi was refreshed when he saw Xia Yuluo in the morning, but the little guy didn't get angry anywhere.

Seeing that the person who came was not Xia Yuluo, her little face suddenly pulled down.

Fortunately, the person who came to call him was Abel, and he was not startled by his expression, but still carefully put on his clothes.

After washing up, the little guy finally calmed down. There was a hint of a smile on his little face, but he was a little sleepy.

He yawned and walked downstairs to the dining room.

He greeted Mr. John who was sitting on the side of the long table: "Grandpa, good morning."

"Good morning, little one."

The chair was so high that the little guy couldn't climb it, so he was carried up by Mr. Abel.

He said politely: "Thank you."

Abel seemed satisfied with his politeness and smiled slightly.

The little guy uses chopsticks at home, but when he goes abroad, he looks at the knife and fork and feels a little worried.

"Order people to start serving the dishes. He is still young. Don't give him black tea, go and heat him a cup of goat's milk."

Seeing his hesitation, the old man thought he didn't like to eat, so he immediately asked someone to change the dishes for him.

The little guy pursed his lips a little, his frown was cute and foul, and the old man was in a great mood.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked intentionally.

The little guy shook his head, and then secretly glanced at the old man's appearance.

He also picked up a knife and fork.

He learned so well that even the old man didn't see anything wrong.