The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Tian Junhao's eyes turned cold, he should have guessed that some people are definitely itchy.

"If you can't find anyone within three days, all of you will travel to the Sahara Desert for three months!" He was in a bad mood.

The woman in the family actually broke up because of that bastard.

Naturally, it is to find someone to vent.

"Boss, we really don't have enough IQ!" Xiaoyan was aggrieved, and Nightingale frowned. [

"If you don't go and bring people back to me, if your IQ is not enough, then go to exercise your IQ, the world doesn't raise idiots!" Tian Junhao casually grabbed a document and threw it at Xiaoyan and Nightingale.

"Boss, if you treat Xiaobai better, won't he come back obediently?"

Xiaoyan tentatively tried to persuade her, but was immediately stared at by Tian Junhao.

How does he discipline his son, and he still needs to be managed by this group of guys who are full and make trouble for him?

"Get out, I'll give you two days to bring someone to me." He hadn't let go of the haze that girl An Ying had created for him.

Xiaoyan and Nightingale finally smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air, and with a whoosh, they ran faster than rabbits.

As soon as Xiaoyan walked out of the boss's office, she asked hesitantly, "What should we do now? Do we just let Xiaobai come back so obediently?"

They still want to watch a father-son battle, but now they won't be able to see any drama.

Nightingale shrugged: "I would rather enjoy the sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea than watching a play. It was you who came up with the idea. I will leave it to you to pick up people, but there is a saying that it is easier to send a Buddha to a Buddha." Difficult, you should think about how to invite the Buddha Xiaobai back."

It's also a daunting task.

"Isn't it easy to invite Buddha and difficult to send Buddha?" Xiaoyan scratched Zhang Yang's hair, as if Nightingale said it the other way around.

Unknowingly, An Ying squatted at the gate and fell asleep.

Xiao Le squatted beside her, looking curiously at An Ying's palm like a rice dumpling.

"Is mom really playing tricks? No, I want it too!"

She thought about it, sneaked into the house in a hurry, found a servant, insisted on wrapping her little hands with gauze like rice dumplings, and then happily sat back beside An Ying.

When Tian Junhao came back at night, Xiao Le threw himself into Tian Junhao's arms unsteadily, and squeezed out a few tears: "Wuuu, Dad, Xiao Le's hand hurts so much."