Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

living room

It was not easy to discuss with Shao Yijin and expose the black material.

Even if it doesn't ruin Qin Yawei's reputation, he wants to let her drink a pot.

As a result, within a few minutes of sending it out, Jiang Yihan, who was wiped out by Shao Zhanlin's people, was lying on the sofa.

On the ground, chairs, and coffee tables next to it are all kinds of exquisitely crafted fine porcelain of different sizes.

On the ground is a piece of broken porcelain.

It was all because he threw it on the ground when he remembered Shao Zhanlin's evil deeds.

Butler Lin Bo was waiting not far from the sofa, his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, Jiang Yihan's white eyebrows and heart trembled every time he threw a piece of porcelain.

When Shao Zhanlin entered the door, what he saw was such a messy scene. His eyebrows that had finally relaxed frowned again, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Shao Yijin, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, Lin Bo turned his head and saw Shao Zhanlin standing there, as if he had been rescued, he rushed to meet him.

"Master, you are back."

Originally, he was hesitating whether to call and inform the young master.

Seeing Shao Zhanlin this time, he was almost overjoyed.

Seeing his son ignoring him, Youzi took another porcelain bottle and put it in his hand to play with. Shao Zhanlin frowned, and turned to ask the housekeeper:

"what happened?"

"This……"

The housekeeper looked embarrassed, and after a long while, he continued:

"The young master has been fine all day long, and for some reason in the evening, he suddenly said that he wanted to hear the sound of porcelain breaking..."

You don't even have full hair, so you treat yourself like a younger sister?

If he wants to be a prodigal son, it depends on whether he agrees as a father.

Shao Zhanlin walked over and looked down at him.

"stand up."

Qinghan's voice is magnetic and deep, mellow but cold, without the slightest warmth, but full of the majesty of the superior.

The small body on the sofa stiffened almost invisibly, but still lingered unmoved, and the porcelain vase he was playing with in his hand never dared to fall to the ground in front of Shao Zhanlin.

Even so, it failed to appease Shao Zhanlin's anger.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Shao Zhan's face was cold, and his tone was obviously a little heavier.

Under such coercion, Jiang Yihan did not dare to continue challenging him after all.

Slowly got up from the sofa.

"doing what?"

Jiang Yihan raised his head, trying to be at eye level with him.

The stubborn eyes that were neither humble nor overbearing, and refused to give in, were very much like Jiang Nuantang who had negotiated with him in Dijing Lanting before.

Realizing what he was thinking, Shao Zhanlin froze for a moment, and immediately attributed it to the fact that the little guy said he wanted Jiang Nuantang to be his mother.

In order to cover up his gaffe, Shao Zhanlin coughed lightly, before asking with a straight face:

"I should ask you this, do you know what you are doing?"

Of course he knew.

If he was not too young and too weak to compete with Shao Zhanlin, he would even want to buy Shao's stock and throw it away for fun.

After all, these porcelains are dead things, no matter how pleasant the sound is, it is not as good as the heartbreaking voice of Shao Zhanlin when Shaw's stock price plummeted.

Thinking of which scene, Jiang Yihan's mood improved a lot, but he didn't show anything on his face. He pretended to glance at Shao Zhanlin indifferently, and said in a flat voice:

"Boring, wrestling and playing. Can't you?"

The fearless expression and voice can even be described as rampant.

Shao Zhanlin pursed his lips and stared at the little face that looked like himself for a while, the coldness on his face suddenly dissipated, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, let the housekeeper convert it into cash for how much it fell, and then deduct it from your pocket money."

Jiang Yihan originally thought he was going to make a big move.

Unexpectedly, after holding back for a long time, it was just deducting pocket money.

What is this.

If he remembered correctly, even if Shao Yijin didn't have pocket money, she was someone who didn't lack money to spend.

Thinking of the one or two billion that didn't blink, Jiang Yihan pouted and was about to fight back when Shao Zhanlin continued:

"Contact the bank now and freeze his fund account. When will the pocket money be deducted from the things he dropped, and when will it be distributed to him normally."

If it was said that Jiang Yizhang before was able to calm down and act badly without fear, then this meeting would be really urgent.

If he is really Shao Yijin, then even if his account is frozen, he lives on the street, and is so poor that he starves to death, he will admit it.

But he is not.

He can use Shao Yijin's identity to play a little temper, but it can't bring him immeasurable losses.

This is Jiang Yihan's request and bottom line for himself.

So when Shao Zhanlin said that his account would be frozen, he jumped off the sofa without delay.

"and many more!"

Because he jumped too fast, he didn't pay attention to the porcelain shards under his feet, and went straight down...