Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

A man with tall legs and long legs stood in front of a huge full-length mirror and tied a tie for himself, his black hair was combed meticulously with hairspray.

Ying Zaizhou grabbed the collar of his suit with both hands, flicked it on in a very chic manner, and put it on his body.

The person in the mirror raised the corners of his mouth to show a charming smile, shook his head and said slowly, "Heh, today I am also full of charm."

Then he picked up a stack of brand new banknotes on the table, barely folded them in half, and stuffed them into the pockets of his well-tailored suit pants.

"Master, Secretary Li is here." The butler's voice sounded from outside the cloakroom.

Ying Zaizhou gritted his teeth and stuffed all the banknotes in, put one hand in his pocket and walked out, and before going out, he turned his head and nodded at himself in the mirror.

Very good, with such an outstanding him, it's no wonder that the little wife is so determined.

Secretary Li respectfully opened the door of the car in Zhouzhou, and then returned to the driver's seat.

"Today's itinerary." Ying Zaizhou asked proudly, crossing his legs and raising his chin.

Secretary Li took the time to swipe twice on the tablet at hand: "In the morning, I have an appointment with Mr. Wang of GC Company, and then I will hold a new product launch event. In the afternoon, I will go to the newly opened Fangze Shopping Center to inspect it. In the evening, I will attend Mr. Fang's birthday party."

"Except for the afternoon activities, everything else is cancelled." Ying Zaizhou frowned. He, a man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy, wants to discuss cooperation with these people?Want to go to the new product launch event in person?

Ridiculous.

Secretary Li looked at him from the rearview mirror hesitantly, and after hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't hold back and said, "Mr. Ying, these are all things that must be gone."

Ying Zaizhou looked at Secretary Li with pity in his eyes.

Poor little secretary must not know, what they live in is just the world in the novel called "The Night Bastard's Wife Runs with the Ball".

Secretary Li is just a small trickster who doesn't even have a specific name.

As for him, an excellent man like him must be the protagonist.

Does the protagonist need to work besides being in a relationship?It's extremely stupid, even if you don't go to these activities, there will be no problem.

As for why he went to the mall to inspect, there was nothing else, but because he would have a fateful encounter with his long-lost son in a certain mall.

Ying Zaizhou secretly drew circles with his hands on his knees. He has been to seven or eight shopping malls these days. When did the fateful encounter happen?

So annoying.

In the children's clothing section of Fangze Mall, a pair of father and son with extremely good looks attracted the attention of people around them.

"Father." Wearing light yellow short sleeves, the white and tender little guy tugged at the pants of the person next to him.

Xiao BuDian pointed to the backpack on the model, her round eyes of the same color as the man were full of anticipation: "Is this good?"

The tall, long-legged man pursed his lips silently, nodded, and signaled the clerk to take it off.

The man squatted halfway, his eyelids drooped, and his thick and slender eyelashes covered most of his dark gray eyes.

The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose further highlighted his cool demeanor.

As the clerk got closer, he could still smell the faint scent of bitter Chinese medicine on his body.

Bian Yunluo helped Xiao BuDian carry her schoolbag, couldn't hold back, and corrected Mian Mian's address again: "It's uncle, not dad."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his mouth was pursed, his big round eyes immediately filled with tears, and his face turned pale.

She didn't dare to refute, she twisted the corners of her clothes in front of her with her hands, and didn't dare to look at Yunluo, as if she had made a big mistake.

Bian Yunluo's slightly reflective glasses looked more alienated, and his displeasure could be seen from the downward corner of his mouth and slightly frowning brows.

It seemed as if he was about to speak out in the next second.

The two of them didn't notice that outside the store, there was a man watching them eagerly.

Ying Zaizhou's heart was burning hot, and he finally found his child who was living outside.

This is the fate version of the encounter!

Bian Yunluo skillfully took out a tissue from his pocket, and gently wiped Mian Mian's tears, but his tone was exceptionally blunt: "Mian Mian, boys shouldn't cry casually."

The continuous golden peas fell even more.

Bian Yunluo paused slightly with his hand wiping away his tears, pursed his pale pink lips helplessly, his light gray eyes hidden behind the lens were full of bewilderment.

Mian Mian loves to cry, but he happens to be not a person who is good at coaxing children.

"Wipe yourself." The indifferent man was not frightened by the little boy's tears.

Instead, he stuffed the tissue into the little boy's hand and ordered him in a harsher tone.

Ying Zaizhou felt heartbroken, the child just wanted a small backpack, but little O couldn't afford it.

The son's tears fell on the heart of his old father.

Inside, Bian Yunluo maintained a half-squatting movement.

The small pockets on both sides of the new backpack can be opened, and there are several yellow rubber ducks inside.

He took one out from inside, held it in front of Mianmian, and squeezed it.

The plump and chubby little yellow duck made a "cheep" sound, and stared at Mianmian foolishly with its two beady eyes.

Sniffing Mianmian, she wiped off the remaining tears by herself, stubbornly grabbed Bian Yunluo's clothes corner, and called timidly: "Dad."

Bian Yunluo frowned, stood up without saying a word, and put the little yellow duck on Mianmian's head.

Stretching out his hand to fumble in his pocket, in order to coax Mianmian, he would often carry a few homemade candies and biscuits.

Bian Yunluo, who found the candy, removed the candy wrapper and put it in Mianmian's mouth: "Okay, don't cry, be good."

After Mianmian stopped crying and Bian Yunluo finished paying the bill, he took the little guy and left the children's clothing area.

Outside, Ying Zaizhou hid slightly sideways, with a complicated expression on his face.

Although he couldn't afford it, Xiao O bought the schoolbag for the sake of the child.

Xiao O pretended to be strong, which really made him very distressed.

Bian Yunluo took small steps and led Mianmian towards the bookstore.

Mianmian is going to kindergarten, so he plans to buy some children's books.

As for the title, wait a minute.

Inside the bookstore.

Bian Yunluo bent down, the hem of his shirt was stretched flat, the belt outlined his slender waist, and the glasses chain on the side of his face shook slightly.

Pale fingers ran across the spine of the book, looking for the right reading.

Mianmian, who was carrying a white schoolbag, was full of admiration and had stopped crying.

Still holding the tissue from just now in his hand, he followed behind step by step, looking extremely well-behaved.

Suddenly, Mianmian was attracted by the white fox plush doll on the display shelf of the bookstore.

The doll was beautifully made, with beautiful gray-blue beads for the eyes.

Mianmian looked at the doll, then at Bian Yunluo, this one looks like Dad!

Xiao Douding pinched the shoulder strap of her schoolbag.

This is something in the bookstore, don't mess with it.

But he only touched it a little, so it should be fine.

Experienced a fierce inner struggle.

Standing on tiptoe, Mianmian put one hand on the edge of the display shelf, secretly extended her hand, and gently touched the doll's feet.

So soft, like dad's hair!

Xiao Douding, who was obsessed with "Lu Hu", and Bian Yunluo, who was concentrating on book selection, didn't notice it.

The man who had been staring at them couldn't help but took a few steps towards the bookstore.

The cheap watch on Bian Yunluo's exposed wrist evoked the memory of Ying Zaizhou.

On that night four years ago, Xiao O wore this watch on his wrist.

Unexpectedly, his son in Yingzhou couldn't even afford a small doll.

"Mr. Ying?" Secretary Li next to him whispered to Ying Zaizhou who was in a daze.

Ying Zaizhou, whose eyes were a little red after being called back to his senses, raised his hand slightly to signal Secretary Li to be quiet.

Then I sorted it out carefully, and today I specially chose a high-end suit.

Taking a deep breath, he walked into the bookstore.

Just as Secretary Li was about to trot to keep up, his boss suddenly stopped his impatient steps, turned around and pointed to where the two were standing, and looked at him with extremely "indifferent" eyes.

"I, wait here?" Secretary Li hesitated to interpret Zai Zhou's eyes.

Should be nodding reservedly in the state.

As expected of his confidant subordinate.

Sure enough, one look can understand what he means.

Ying Zaizhou slowed down his pace. He walked too hastily just now, so he seemed not too domineering.

It would be bad if Xiao O mistakenly thinks that he is impatient.

Mr. Ying who entered the bookstore stood quietly behind Mianmian.

Looking down at the little guy who is only as tall as his own calf.

The expression is like a dangerous person who wants to kidnap and sell children.

Is this his cub?So cute, woo woo woo.

Except for the color of the eyebrows and hair, he really looks like him, and everything else looks like Xiao O.

The schoolbag with the duck in it was sticking to the bookshelf behind her, tears welling in her eyes, and her hands behind her back in fear.

He looked at Ying Zaizhou aggrievedly, as if he was frightened.

He was found stealing the little fox, is dad going to lose money?

When Ying Zaizhou saw this, he also panicked. He didn't do anything.

How could the kid in his home state be so timid?

Ah, he got it.

This was awed by the killing and domineering temperament on him.

The state should consciously find the reason and nod secretly.

It doesn't matter, geniuses are always imperfect, and it doesn't matter if you are a little bit timid.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to be like him without flaws.

This is not a place to talk, you should hold your soft "son" in the state.

Decided to meet father and son first, and then talk with Xiao O in detail.

Secretary Li at the door almost popped his eyes out.

Has anyone told him what Mr. Ying is doing?

Tears welled up from being carried away in an instant.

Clutching the collar of Ying Zaizhou's expensive suit with his little hand, he looked at Bian Yunluo, whose back was facing them, and whispered, "Dad...Dad, um."

Ying Zaizhou, who heard the voice, looked pale, his arms holding the child tightened, and his eyes were red.

Silently replied: "Hey."

So, is this the legendary telepathy between father and son?

From the moment he glanced outside the children's clothing store just now, he knew that this child was his son.

Now, he just hugged his son, and the other party recognized him.

As expected of him, he should be in the state's cub!

Seeing the two people coming out, Secretary Li hurried up to greet them, "Ying, Mr. Ying, this is it?"

It's just that Ying Zaizhou's expression was subtle, and Secretary Li swallowed the second half of the sentence, child abduction.

Ying put the child down in the state, and kindly stroked the little guy's head.

That handsome face in his twenties was filled with the pride of his old father: "Does this kid look like me?"

"Ah?" Secretary Li froze in place, sweating profusely.

Before he could answer, Ying Zaizhou shook his head and raised his hand: "I know, it's just carved out of the same mold."

Secretary Li looked at the child, with a baby's plump and round face, watery gray almond eyes, and a pretty girl-like face.

Then look at the sharp-edged, heroic face of his boss.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they have nothing to do with each other.

Then Secretary Li had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that this child looks like his mother?

So, Mr. Ying suddenly found an illegitimate son living outside?

Secretary Li suddenly remembered the bloody romance novels he had read over the years, and he was blessed to the heart.

Silently straightened up, I didn't expect it.

Mr. Ying, a workaholic with thick eyebrows and big eyes, doesn't abide by masculinity.

The wealthy are really messed up.

Here, Bian Yunluo, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, ran over when Ying Zaizhou was holding his little nephew and stepping out of the bookstore.

I happened to hear Ying Zaizhou's words: "Hey, I'm your father."