President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

"An'an, where did you go at night?"

As soon as Ye Wanwan came out of the room, she saw the "culprit". The little guy subconsciously wanted to run away, but she quickly grabbed his little hat.

"Mommy, I've been staying in the room! But Mommy, if you hug Daddy in the middle of the night and won't let go, I can only make room for you, hey! I'm obviously softer and more fragrant than Daddy!"

The little guy pretended to be jealous and wronged, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but wondered if his sleeping position was so bad?

She actually hugged Quan Tingmo and wouldn't let go?

Well, now she roughly understands why she was thrown by President Quan just now.

"Mum, what are you doing to Daddy? Why did I hear Daddy yelling!"

"What can you do? Does your mommy look like someone who can do strange things?"

Ye Wanwan remembered Quan Tingmo's strangeness just now, and raised her head guiltyly, "Let's go wash up and have breakfast!"

After walking two steps forward, Ye Wanwan suddenly remembered Luo Yan's words, "An An, is your Uncle Gong Ming coming?"

"Yeah!" The little guy nodded.

"Okay, you tell Uncle Gong Ming, I will look for him later."

"Mommy, you got off Daddy's bed just now, and it's probably not good to go find another man right away!"

The little guy dragged his chin and looked at Ye Wanwan with a face of condemnation, as if he disapproved of her behavior.

Quan Tingmo, who was out of the room, just heard this sentence, walked to the little guy with a gloomy face, glanced at Ye Wanwan, and said coldly, "Oh, Miss Ye is really busy with business!"

Ye Wanwan rolled her eyes when she heard the sound, glanced at the man in the nightgown, stared down at the man's waist, and said with a half-smile, "Mr. Quan, three minutes?"

"Ye Wanwan." Quan Tingmo's deep voice suppressed his anger. If the little guy wasn't in the way, Ye Wanwan would have been delayed several times by his eyes.

Ye Wanwan accepted it as soon as she saw it, and dragged the little guy downstairs with a smile.

"Mommy, what were you talking about just now?"

Why doesn't he seem to understand?
"Children don't need to know!"

The little guy folded his arms behind Ye Wanwan in protest, but Ye Wanwan couldn't see it at all.

When Ye Wanwan approached Gong Ming, he naturally asked Luo Yan for the evening dress and styling design plan that Luo Yan had given him.

"I handed it over to the housekeeper. They said they would send it to you after cleaning it up. Ms. Ye needs to use it at night!"

"Hmm." Ye Wanwan felt a little strange why the evening dress needed to be cleaned.

Gong Ming said apologetically: "When I came here, I accidentally bumped into someone and spilled something on it. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Ye Wanwan didn't want to pursue such a trivial matter when he arrived late, after all, it would be fine as long as he could clean and dry before the dinner.

"However, Miss Ye, are you going to attend any banquet tonight?" Gong Ming asked intentionally, he still remembered the invitation letter.

The young master is also going tonight, Ye Xinxin, Ye Wanwan, and Mu Xuan.

No matter what, he felt that tonight might be a Shura field.

Seeing the probing look in Gong Ming's eyes, Ye Wanwan smiled, "My friend invited me, I don't know too well!"

"Friends? It's really strange that Ms. Ye still has friends in Yucheng!"

With the familiar voice and the familiar sarcasm, Ye Wanwan felt that Quan Tingmo was always elusive, and would always come out to acid her at just the right time.

"President Quan, you really care about me!"

"Self-motivated."

Gong Ming looked at the two people who were at war, and consciously began to shrink his sense of existence.