Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 472: Children will always be dad’s heart and soul
Beyond everyone's expectations.

Messi, who is far away in the Iberian Peninsula, actually mentioned the "dung-throwing scandal" once.

"Hahaha! I laughed so hard!"

The game had just ended, and Little John smiled crookedly after seeing the relevant reports on his mobile phone.

"The football hooligans in Spain are really scary." Xiang Yang said with shame.

Thanks to the booming development of online media, both photos and 480p videos are still clear.

Through the screen, he could imagine the stench of the scene.

This damn reporter actually gave a close-up of the bus that was filled with yellow soup.

All I can say is that this video is awesome.

"Compared with what we have here, it's so different." Little John smiled sarcastically.

On the island of Corsica, there is a club called SS Bastia.

Whether it is Paris, Lyon, or Marseille fans going to the Fogliani Stadium must think carefully.

While the Espanyol fans just humiliated Barcelona, ​​the Bastia fans really threw "Molotov cocktails".

The tiles on the sidewalk are just conventional weapons.

The metal spear points of the isolation fence can fly back and forth in the sky.

Using guns and killing people is not too unusual.

It's just that many people don't know about these extreme fan organizations because the influence of Ligue 1 is too low.

"No wonder Xiang doesn't like going to the Parc des Princes." Macron, who was changing clothes, looked embarrassed.

As a Frenchman, he certainly knows how vicious PSG's most famous football hooligan "KOB" is.

"That's not true, haha." Xiang Yang waved his hand.

He simply looks down on PSG and has nothing to do with football hooligans.

"If you ask me, things like football hooliganism are all about money. As Sarkozy's economic adviser, you have to be careful when you go to the game tomorrow."

In response to the kind reminder, Macron smiled and nodded slightly.

Like other countries in Europe, the vast majority of members of football hooligan groups in France are unemployed young people.

After the economic crisis, France recovered fairly well.

However, when these numbers on paper are applied to individuals, especially complex groups of young people, the degree of change is, to say the least, minimal.

In social economics, "counting on average" is the greatest injustice.

In management, "egalitarianism" is also the biggest injustice.

How to create more jobs?
Xiang Yang doesn't care about this, it's not his concern.

But after changing his clothes, Macron became interested and said, "Xiang, I heard that you are a partner of Uber."

"Well, yes." Xiangyang was curious about why Macron suddenly mentioned this matter, and added: "I am not involved in the specific operation of the company.

"Can you do me a favor? I'd like to invite Musk."

"He." Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, no problem."

According to the Chinese translation, Macron and Musk both start with the word "horse" and are from the same family.

Since Macron wanted to find his relatives thousands of miles away, Xiang Yang felt that there was no reason to refuse.

Anyway, even if he doesn't help, the two of them will eventually meet one day.

"A formal meeting?"

"Just getting to know each other."

"Well, let's call Little John. He is very familiar with Musk."

"Listen to you."

Macron did not refuse.

That night, Xiangyang called Musk.

As a partner of Uber and INS, apart from occasionally lamenting that this friend he happened to meet because of Bitcoin has little cash, there are many things Musk admires about Xiangyang.

Including the word "lazy", because of their different positions, he and Bea Shaffer had different views.

He likes to do things, and enjoys Xiang Yang's generous support.

"Xiang, when your time is confirmed, just ask your secretary to notify me."

Regarding Xiang Yang's rare invitation, Musk teased the relationship between the two, "No matter what, I am still working for you, right?"

"Then I'm also a little tailor who makes clothes for you."

Learning from Musk's accent, Xiang Yang responded with a smile.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It was really a Hermès bodysuit without a logo. Musk laughed, cleared his throat, and said:

"Uber has had a good start in France. Both the number of registered users and the number of registered drivers are growing steadily. But Xiang, I'm afraid your friend will be disappointed when he sees me. We are not philanthropists after all."

"It sounds like I have money for charity." Of course Xiangyang is not a philanthropist.

No matter how good his relationship with Macron is in the future, the employment issue in France will have nothing to do with him.

But who told him that Macron would be able to sit on the 'throne' in the future?

Who told him to have shares in Uber?

"Don't say that, the high-quality stocks you hold are very expensive. If you are willing, I can buy them at a premium." Listening to him crying about poverty, Musk directly blocked Xiang Yang's mouth, "The cash will arrive immediately. Account."

"Forget the stocks, you still need to sign a transfer agreement. Why don't you sell me your Bitcoins? I can transfer them very quickly."

Xiang Yang doesn't feel like he has no money.

"I'm not Little John. Haha." Musk laughed again.

"Isn't this a coincidence~ Me neither."

On the other side, little John, who had returned home to wash up and have dinner, was taking care of his little jojo.

During the meal, it was inevitable to brag about his performance on the court.

The feeling of showing off is beyond words.

After dinner, he just returned to the bedroom and came to the crib. For some reason, he suddenly felt itchy at the tip of his nose. Before he could rub his nose, he sneezed untimely.

Fortunately, it didn't hit the child's face.

“If you catch a cold, stay away from the child.” Laura raised an eyebrow.

"No, it just suddenly felt itchy." Little John rubbed his nose and said, "Look, Jojo doesn't dislike me, so why are you attacking me?"

"It's not that he doesn't dislike you."

After confirming that there was no problem, Laura glanced at her sleeping son and sighed: “He is just like you, he knows how to sleep.”

"Nonsense." Little John looked disdainful.

"I knew it was Xiangyang who was sleeping."

"That's okay, the child can be like him."

Laura’s eyes looked like she was looking at a fool.

"What's so good about being like him?" Little John chuckled, gently pinched little Jojo's nose with his hand and said with a smile, "You haven't seen Liu's two babies, they look like her, how cute they are."

"That's true."

Speaking of the two little guys, Mu Xin and Zhiyin, Laura smiled.

"Are you free tomorrow? Should we take Jojo to go and have fun with his two young ladies?"

"He must be free. Liu went to London, and Schaeffer went too. No one cares about him on the weekends."

"Then give him a call."

Laura and Little John are coming to the house as guests?

Liu Xiaoli, who did not accompany them to London, expressed a very warm welcome to the two when they arrived the next day.

Xiang Yang was not very happy.

Especially, after the three little guys were put on the bed, little Jojo, who was giggling, without saying a word, touched the small hands of Mu Xin and his friend.

Grab hold and don’t let go.

Standing in front of the three milky little guys, Xiangyang cursed in a low voice: "Looking at your virtue, I know you are thinking about my daughter."

"What did you say?" Little John asked.

"It's nothing. Look at your son. It doesn't matter that he looks like you. His personality is exactly the same."

"Can you see this?"

Xiangyang pointed at little Jojo and said with a smile, "That's right. Both of our daughters' hands were held tightly by him so they wouldn't let go. Isn't this greedy look the same as yours, little John?"

"Pull it down."

Little John took a look and saw that it was true.

"Come on, little Jojo, uncle will help you learn something."

Without saying anything, Xiangyang directly picked up Little John's son from the bed. The movements are quite gentle.

The little guy who hadn't taken enough advantage was happily enjoying it with his little eyes closed.

Suddenly he felt someone pick him up, and Xiang Yang suddenly appeared in front of him with bright eyes and blinked his eyelashes.

Before the corner of his mouth moved, Xiang Yang was confused.

He was suddenly afraid that the word "father-in-law" would pop out of this annoying little guy's mouth.

"Hey, put Jojo down. I'll be scolded when he starts crying later." Little John was a little annoyed to see his son smiling silly towards Xiang Yang.

"Just having fun, really."

Xiang Yang hugged little JoJo and refused to let go, suggesting, "Have you fed your son honey?"

"No." Little John rolled his eyes.

It's better not to mention this matter. Once it is mentioned, he can't stop talking about what he originally wanted to try.

As a result, my mother scolded me after seeing her.

This thing is honey.
Although nutritious.

However, it is best for babies to avoid touching pure natural honey.

During the chat, he sat down and began to tease Mu Xin, who was closest to him: "Xiang, why do I feel that you are starting to care about them? You didn't lie to me what you said back then, right?"

"how is this possible?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, since when did he care about the two little guys who wanted to marry him.

He was responsible for taking care of her today, firstly to give Liu Xiaoli, who worked hard every day, a rest, and secondly, to reassure Liu Qianqian who was far away in London.

There is no such thing as exchanging feelings.

"Then don't let Jojo play with them."

"This is different."

"Is it different?"

"." After pondering for a while, Xiang Yang said: "Maybe it's because I gave birth to a girl, and you gave birth to a son. Let me tell you first, I don't dislike Jojo, I do."

I wanted to explain it, but found it difficult to explain it clearly.

Xiang Yang, who was too lazy to waste any more words, suggested directly: "Why don't you have another daughter?"

"Ah?" Little John, who was gently caressing Mu Xin with his palm, had a look of astonishment on his face. Why would he just have another child?
"Eey. Yeah."

Although little Jojo couldn't understand what the two adults were saying, she suddenly made a small sound in Xiangyang's ear in protest.

Xiang Yang subconsciously raised Jojo in front of him and said, "Hey, your son actually understands human language?!"

Little John stared at Xiang Yang blankly.

What did you say?
Is it human language?

On the contrary, little Jojo seems to like being lifted.

Seeing Xiang Yang's surprised expression, he also learned to open his mouth and kept kicking his calves.

"My silly son, you are quite happy when he scolds you." Little John looked at this scene and patted his forehead speechlessly.

"That's because he knows I'm his godfather."

Xiangyang completely stepped into the role of godfather and flew into the 'space' with little JoJo.

Perhaps it was the first time that he was treated so unscrupulously. Little Jojo let out a strange "giggle" of laughter. Occasionally, he would smile and stretch out his arms to catch Xiang Yang.

But the good times don't last long.

Seeing Xiangyang having so much fun playing with his son, Little John wanted to give it a try and was about to pick up Mu Xin.

He is also the godfather of Mu Xin and Zhiyin.

Why can Xiangyang play with my child, but I can't play with Xiangyang's child?

He plays one and I play two.

Blood earned!
Mu Xin was also stupid. After being picked up, she just stared at Little John with her dark eyes open.

Be prepared?

It's as if the word doesn't exist at all.

On the contrary, the clever bosom friend was unhappy when she saw her sister being hugged. The little Jojo, who looked like a meat ball, was happily in his father's arms.

Feeling aggrieved, she instantly grinned.

No more pacifiers in my mouth.

"Look at you! You just know how to play!" Xiangyang found that his second daughter was about to cry and quickly put down little Jojo.

If my friend starts to cry.
That would be big trouble.

"Hold it high~"

Little John didn't care what Xiangyang said, he lifted Mu Xin up like a charm.

I wonder if all children like to be held up.

Mu Xin also swung her little feet happily~
"Yeah wow wow wow."

My sister's laughter reached my ears, and my bosom friend became even more displeased. Small tears fell from Danfeng's eyes with double eyelids.

"Don't cry, don't cry, my ancestors."

Xiang Yang quickly raised his second daughter.

Why are you so jealous?

I don’t know who I learned from.
Fortunately, her bosom friend was not difficult to coax. She let out two faint oohs and as soon as she was picked up by her father, she lowered her head and rested it against Xiang Yang's arms.

The glistening tears stopped immediately.

His small hands tightly grasped the white cotton body of Xiang Yang.

Just looking sideways, her little mouth was mumbling, as if she was looking for something.

"Hey, my little ancestor, you scared your father and me to death." He lowered his head and gently used his fingers to help his friend wipe away the tears hanging on her tender face. Xiangyang complained about being careless. Second daughter.

He felt that the second daughter seemed to be more clingy.

Liu Qianqian also said this.

But before the hanging heart could calm down, little Jojo was not happy to be put down.

He is younger than Mu Xin and Zhiyin, and is very noisy.

One of them was unhappy and burst into tears with a cry of "Wow~".

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baffling!

Unreasonable!

Deceiving too much!

Xiangyang and Little John, who were blasted away from the babies, were walking in the courtyard of the villa with rice balls and Laifu.

"From now on, I won't hug any of the three of them."

Xiang Yang, who just felt fatherly love from deep within his heart, spoke in a vicious tone.

Little John also had a straight face and responded in a swearing tone: "I don't care about the three of them!"

It was a lot of fun.

It was also a good time to play.

The results of it?
He obviously did nothing wrong, but he was scolded.

A child cries when he is told to cry. Who can he ask to reason?

"You're so lucky."

Little John was very unwilling to be criticized and educated by Laura, and even glanced at his friend with envy.

Liu Qianqian was not here, so of course he was the only one who was being scolded.

"That was originally your son's fault." A trace of disgust flashed in Xiang Yang's eyes.

When he heard that his friend was blaming his son, Little John was unhappy, "Isn't that because you gave birth to two children! We can't even hold them?"

"That's because I have the ability!"

"Then my son follows me because he has a loud voice!"

"Hey, are you still reasonable? If it weren't for your son, I would be sleeping with our two daughters in my arms right now. If you have the ability, don't let him howl blindly!"

"Haha, if your daughter hadn't asked me to lift her up high, how could I have left my son alone?"

"Does it take my daughter's turn to be lifted up by you?"

"my son"

(End of this chapter)