The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 172

Jia Bao was so shy that his ears burned, but he didn't say he didn't like him.

"Dad, Jiabao wants to go with me, so I hope that Lizhi can go with me." Qu Jimeng strode towards Jiabao's side and explained with a light hug on the little girl's shoulders.

Qu Jinghuan, who was seeing off the guests at the side, cast his deep eyes on Mr. Bo and his ministers, flickering.

Bo Junchen stared at the eldest son who was about to catch up with his height, and said, "I'll try, but she is the only child in Lizhi's family, so don't have too much hope."

After finishing speaking, he nodded with Qu Jinghuan and got into the car, the bodyguard closed the door, and the RV slowly drove out of Qu's villas.

"Daddy Jing Huan, I'm so worried." Jia Bao clenched her hands into small pink fists.

Little eyebrows frowned.

"You girl...as long as Lizhi is good at something, I will tell her father."

"really?"

Qu Jimeng understood what he meant in seconds, specialty?

"Well, let's go inside, it's too cold outside." Qu Jinghuan put his hand on the shoulder of the little boy who was already as tall as him, and squeezed his shoulder hard, still being considerate and gentle to this son.

Yes, he is a gentle father.

That's why Qu Jimeng is attached to him.

He also gradually grew into a gentle big boy.

It's not like Bo Junchen's domineering president.

Wherever he went, he always exuded a strong aggression.

Even Jiabao, the future daughter-in-law, is afraid of him - the real father-in-law.

That night, Qu Jimeng deliberately stayed in the living room while flipping through a book boredly.

But his ears were pricked up, listening to his grandfather and daddy chatting about life in the army.

And the days when Daddy was away, some trivial matters at home.

Every time he heard his melancholy voice like a cello, the corners of Qu Jimeng's mouth curved unconsciously.

Jiabao ran upstairs knowingly and chatted with her girlfriends in the study room.

And also told Lizhi about asking the emperor and his father.

Zheng Yinan soon learned of Jia Bao's contribution, and specially sent a WeChat message to thank him.

The mobile phone in Qu Jimeng's trouser pocket rang repeatedly.

The two men in the chat didn't notice the expression on his face that he wanted to check his phone but couldn't.

At the Special Forces briefing on the second day, in the auditorium of No. 03 Middle School, by 30:[-] in the afternoon, there was no way to squeeze through the gate except for the staff passage.

Jia Bao entered the auditorium with Li Zhi Biao early and occupied the front row.

Seeing that Qu Jinghuan, the "family member", was not the host on stage, I was a little disappointed.

"We went to the middle school this time to select talents with special talents for the military special operations team... I don't mean to discriminate against mediocre people with mediocre qualifications, but our military special operations team is not only for the future. Cultivate top fighters who will adapt to new types of operations in the future..."

The voices of the officers at the military briefing were loud, and their aura seemed to explode.

Impassioned, with a single word, the venue fell into heated discussions in an instant.

"Lichi, didn't I tell you this morning, this time they want to absorb all the gifted children into the military! Otherwise, how could they be in time for the annual college entrance examination!"

Li Zhi frowned, "But I don't seem to have figured out what kind of talent Zheng Yinan has..."

"What time are you still worried about killing the goblin!" Jia Bao patted the back of his best friend's hand.

Staring at the officer in the mint green military uniform on the stage with burning eyes, he was eager to try.

"I must be chosen!"

"Then let's call your grandfather later?" Li Zhi began to think about Jiabao's grandfather.

Jia Bao looked around at the classmates who were discussing, and whispered in her ear: "Why don't you ask my uncle for help..."

(End of this chapter)