Repaying With Marriage

Chapter 296 Shi Mianmian's Father's Signature Column

Uncle Ji Han. In the CEO's office, Shi Mianmian raised his head and stretched out his finger to tick Jing Jihan.

Jing Jihan looked down at her, and leaned over: What do you want to say?

Is this the place where you work? It's so big! Shi Mianmian looked at him with round eyes, but still spoke in a low voice: Has Mommy been here?

Jing Jihan smiled lightly and stroked her head: Come here.

Not only has she been here, a certain female star has also staged a play where a vixen charms Tang Sanzang.

And the seduction was successful.

He took Mianlian's little hand and sat down by the sofa in the office: There is only uncle and you here, so don't speak so quietly, don't be nervous.

Oooh. Only then did Mianmian return her voice to a normal volume. After being hugged to the sofa, she quickly took off the small schoolbag behind her, and took out a clean notebook and watercolors from inside. Pen and drawing paper: Mommy just called my children's watch and told me to do my homework obediently. Don't disturb Uncle Ji Han and Uncle Lu Zhao's work. Uncle, you go to work. I will do my homework and don't bother you!

As she said that, she quickly put all her things on the coffee table opposite, but the gap between the sofa and the coffee table was a bit big, she moved forward with her buttocks pouted, and almost fell directly.

Jing Jihan sighed, grabbed the little girl back to the sofa and said, Don't fall, just wait.

Although Mianmian is a child, she is also very close to Uncle Ji Han, but the environment in the office is not only unfamiliar, but also different from the warmth at home. The rigor and coldness of the work area is everywhere, and children instinctively feel awe Feeling emotional, he went back to the sofa, but kept holding Jing Jihan's hand, looking up at him.

Jing Jihan called Lu Zhao, and not long after, Lu Zhao sent in a small children's bench and a small folding table that he had bought nearby.

Sitting on the small bench, Mian Mian put homework and drawing paper on the folding table next to it, this height is just right.

Lu Zhao quickly left the office again.

Jing Jihan looked down and saw that Mianmian was really obedient and started to do homework immediately. Although Mianmian was young, she was very serious in the writing posture and pen holding posture taught by the teacher, and the numbers she wrote were also very beautiful.

He leaned over and saw Mianmian quickly finished a math problem of making up ten methods, and Mianmian noticed his gaze. After finishing a problem, he quickly covered it with his hand, turned his face and smiled at him: Ji Uncle Han, don't look at it! I'll be nervous!

What are you nervous about?

I'm afraid my uncle will laugh at me if I make a mistake! Mianmian pouted.

Jing Jihan smiled lightly, pinched her pouty little mouth: Mianmian is so good, how could I laugh at you? Uncle will go to work first, but he will always be here with you, call me directly if necessary, huh?

Mianmian nodded quickly, and waved to him in a very sensible way: Uncle, get busy, uncle, get busy! Bye, bye!

Saying goodbye, in fact, the distance between the desk and her temporary small folding table is not more than five meters, and you can see it as soon as you look up.

...

An hour later, I had already finished writing the math problems in the notebook, and when I was drawing with a watercolor pen, I raised my head and looked at Uncle Ji Han behind the desk.

Just now she heard Uncle Ji Han answering the phone, and heard Uncle Ji Han occasionally communicate with someone using the conferencing software. , Thinking about it this way, the pen in the little girl's hand accidentally poked her chin and face.

When Jing Jihan looked at another document, put down the tablet he had just picked up, and turned his eyes to look at her, what caught his eyes was the little cat with various red, green and green colors on his face.

Mianmian was still peeking at him, but was suddenly caught by Uncle Ji Han, and immediately grinned at him.

Jing Jihan: ...

I can't laugh or cry.

Mianmian, come here. Jing Jihan called her.

Mianmian hurriedly put down the pen in her hand, and walked towards him in a hurry, bypassed the very, very big desk, got close to Jing Jihan and was about to climb directly on his lap.

Jing Jihan picked her up and let Mianmian sit in his arms, wiped her face with his hand, but did not wipe it off.

He twitched his eyebrows and looked at the little cat in his arms: Your teacher asked you to draw on paper, did you ask you to draw on your face?

Mianmian first looked at him in a daze, then understood what he meant, and quickly raised her fleshy little hands to cover her face: Ah! I've painted on my face again!

This gesture of covering his face...is exactly the same as Shi Su's.

Really worthy of being a mother and daughter.

Jing Jihan laughed, and took out a disinfectant wipe from the drawer of the desk to help her wipe it. Fortunately, it was a washable watercolor pen, and the wipe would fall off with just one wipe.

Mianmian, however, huddled her head in Uncle Ji Han's arms because she lost face in front of him. Even though her face had been wiped clean, she still lay down in his arms reluctantly.

Jing Jihan didn't drive her down, he patted her little head lightly, and let her act like a baby, the little girl didn't take up much space, and it wouldn't affect his work.

He was not affected, but Mianmian fell asleep in his arms within a few minutes.

The little girl closed her eyes, and her two little hands were still tightly clutching the front buttons of his shirt. She was sleeping soundly and sweetly, as if her arms were like a comfortable big bed.

Is it because I didn't feel safe in the office just now, but I quickly found a sense of security in his arms?

Jing Jihan hugged Mianmian and got up, originally he wanted to send her back to the rest room to sleep well, but if she suddenly woke up and opened her eyes to see a more unfamiliar environment, she would feel even more disturbed, so she sent Mianmian back to the sofa , let her lie on the edge of the sofa to sleep, took the coat and covered her.

Turning around and about to go back, I suddenly saw the drawing paper issued by the kindergarten on the small folding table next to the sofa.

He stopped, looked down, and bent over to pick it up.

On the drawing paper is the homework left by the kindergarten, which is a line of printed words:

Please use My Dad as the theme to draw a picture of your dad's best appearance in your mind. (P.S. Remember to ask Dad to sign the painting after finishing the painting.)

On the white paper, Shimian drew something similar to a table with a brown watercolor pen. Behind the table sat a man wearing what appeared to be a white shirt and black trousers.

Jing Jihan looked at the desk not far away, and then turned his head to the shirt on his body.

... Although the painting is very abstract, at least it can be seen that it is him.

Compared with the picture of Shi Su holding a 40-meter square brick in the original painting, he is much more presentable.

Holding the painting, he looked back at the sleeping little girl. After a while, he took the painting back to the desk, took the pen on the document, and signed in the lower right corner of the painting.