The president came with his son

Miao Ziqing: Excuse me, but I want to ask Mr. Ji what kind of sisters and cousins ​​he has?Or adult nieces and nieces are fine too.

Xiang Ming: I can't see that you are this kind of person!

Miao Ziqing: No, I'll just ask.

Xiang Ming: Hehe, that's what everyone who asked me said.

Xiang Ming snorted coldly, but he didn't make things too difficult for him. After all, he didn't ask such one or two questions. Although he didn't understand that Miao Ziqing, who was Ji Xin's first brother, would make such an unnecessary move, he still answered him well.

Xiang Ming: My dear one is just an elder brother. I don’t have any older sisters. The one who is farther away has a cousin, but the relationship is average. It is basically impossible for you to build a relationship through a cousin.

Xiang Ming: In the next generation, I have a niece, but she only started kindergarten this year. If you are confident, you can wait.

Miao Ziqing: Apart from the small ones, there are no big ones?

Xiang Ming's eyebrows trembled again and again. Recently, whether it's bad feng shui or the air is polluted, these crazy people who are more upright than the other are set up on weekdays.

Xiang Ming touched his face to cheer himself up.

Hold on.

Xiang Ming: There are also older ones. Mr. Ji has a good cousin who is just [-] this year and is still unmarried.

About 5 minutes later, Xiang Ming had already hummed a little song and played games, when he saw the word "Thank you" from Miao Ziqing floating in the window under Do Not Disturb.

Miao Ziqing put down his mobile phone, insisting on steadying the two programs, he looked at his son who was happily eating lunch, and suddenly had an indescribably complicated mood.

"Son." Miao Ziqing patted his son's head.

Ji Chuyou is very happy, his father forgot to supervise him to read English today, even the usual not-so-tasty boxed lunch is delicious for several degrees!

"Huh?" The child raised his head and looked at Miao Ziqing in confusion.

"Your mother...isn't it?" Miao Ziqing closed her eyes. It is possible and understandable that the child feels inferior to the mother because she is too old. "How is your mother recently?"

he finally asked gently.

Ji Chuyou: "..."

"I don't have a mother." The child pouted unhappily.

Miao Ziqing sighed. Sure enough, she felt that a 50-year-old mother was too old, and she was a little inferior compared with children of the same age?

"I don't think age means anything." Miao Ziqing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle. He tried to comfort Ji Chuyou in front of him, and even tried to comfort himself who was shocked.

Ji Chuyou's small face was wrinkled into a ball. He couldn't understand what his father was talking about.

"Okay, Mr. Ji's cousin is amazing. She started her own company seven years ago and hasn't asked for leave yet." Yu Yiming walked over and took a look at Miao Ziqing's phone, showing a disgusted expression.

Miao Ziqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the child's mother is really Mr. Ji's cousin, he still doesn't know how to end it. He has to go back and kneel and tell his mother that he found you a son who is the same age as you Wife?

"It's just the same surname, don't think too much, there are many rich people in the world, and it's not just Ji's family." Yu Yiming returned the phone to Miao Ziqing's arms.

Ji Chuyou turned her head guiltily, but he did come from this Ji family...

"But are you really suspicious of Mr. Ji, and Mr. Ji's eyes on you are not quite right?" Yu Yiming turned his face, "I think Mr. Ji seems to be paying attention to you recently."

Miao Ziqing's face darkened, it was more than just attention, he was always looking for a sense of presence, and he would snort coldly, smile evilly, take a deep look when there was no one around, and add some inexplicable small movements during the period.

This taste, not to mention how sour it is.

The most sour thing is that because Mr. Ji likes to make small moves in private without anyone, Miao Ziqing has received meaningful looks from his superiors in the toilet more than once.

It's impossible to go on like this. Sooner or later, he will go to the andrology department.

"I still think you shouldn't think too much about it," Yu Yiming patted him on the shoulder, "Anyway, you've made a lot of money in the past two years, so you should just quit the entertainment circle and run with a rich woman or live on your own savings." It won't be too bad."

Miao Ziqing: "..." Is this the point? !

Fortunately, Miao Ziqing has to follow the crew to promote outside these two days, but he doesn't have to accept the overly caring eyes from Mr. Ji for the time being.

He ostriched for a few days and found that there was nothing wrong with him, so he immediately felt relieved. It seems that Mr. Ji just had a convulsion for a few days... maybe.

"Did you offend him inadvertently?" Yu Yiming poked Miao Ziqing who was excitedly browsing Taobao.

Miao Ziqing became impatient at being poked, and finally raised his eyes to look at the person who was staring at him resentfully.

"Be jealous of me." He replied indifferently.

Yu Yiming: "..."

Well, that's not a bad thing to say.

This kid is called Yi Nanxiang, and he is a new idol who has recently signed a contract with the company. He is only 17 years old this year. He looks sweet and charming, as tender as a handful of green onions. He is good at singing and dancing, and he wants to come back to release an album and set up a stage.

Miao Ziqing feels that he is only 25 this year and has just graduated from university for three years, so he should be a new human being who can keep up with the social trend.

However, he saw this little idol singing and dancing two days ago, the tune was out of tune, and the song was out of tune. In the end, Wan Zun said that he was singing rap, and dancing was like a convulsion, like stepping on a switch, In the end, it is his personal style to hold respect.

Okay, you say you are right.

Logically speaking, an old man like Mr. Ji would never sign such an old man. Who knows what he did that day when he saw this little idol.

Well, then Mr. Ji went back on his word that night, but the contract was signed, and Yin Nanxiang didn't want to leave the company, so he wasted it.

Mr. Ji summoned Yin Nanxiang early in the morning before working hours. After watching for a long time, he finally made up his mind to recreate the little idol, throwing away the dance teacher and vocal music teacher.

"Has he started a new life?" Miao Ziqing was a little curious.

"He doesn't want to eat beans anymore." Yu Yiming also felt that this child had no talent at all, and he was still at this level after two years of study, so it should be hopeless.

"Then what does he want?" Miao Ziqing was curious.

"Be an actor." Yu Yiming shook his finger.

"Good."

Ji Chuyou had been thrown to a friend by Miao Ziqing, who was desperately running publicity recently. Before he left, the kid was so watery-eyed and sobbing, "I won't cry."

"Xiaoyou is awesome!"

"It doesn't matter if Dad leaves or don't want me!" The kid started to drop peas in a "pattapatta", still pouted stubbornly.

"Okay, see you in two days." Miao Ziqing patted the child on the head, and happily closed the door of his friend's house.

Yu Yiming looked at Miao Ziqing quietly, and Miao Ziqing snorted coldly.

This kid is better at acting than him.

Miao Ziqing said that he didn’t care about this cheap son, but recently he was taking the time to make videos with his children when he was free. If he couldn’t make a video, he went to Taobao. He bought hundreds of clothes and toys for the children. Fortunately, the space in his friend’s house is not bad Big piled up.

"He's here." Yu Yiming poked Miao Ziqing, but his words couldn't conceal the excitement.

God, you must know that under Ji Shaoning's iron and blood management, he has eaten countless melons in the three years he has been in the industry, but he has never grown melons himself.

That Yin Nanxiang walked in front of Miao Ziqing, first looked him up from head to toe, and then snorted contemptuously.

There were not many people in the dressing room at the moment. Miao Ziqing and Yu Yiming hadn't spoken yet, but the makeup artist on one side couldn't bear it anymore. As a result, she just took a step when she heard Yin Nanxiang speak.

"It's not very good, Mr. Ji's vision is too bad."

Yu Yiming dropped the melon in his hand, the makeup artist stopped, and Miao Ziqing's eyebrows twitched rapidly.

Miao Ziqing, Yu Yiming, makeup artist: "..."

Who am I, where am I, who is beating me, and who should I be beating!

Seeing the three pairs of gloomy eyes, Yin Nanxiang thought he had hit Miao Ziqing's pain point, and continued to sneer: "I don't think you are too young. In two years, I'm afraid Mr. Ji will not be interested in you."

"The final winner can only be me!"