I stay at home and become the richest man in the world

Chapter 533 Two Heaven-Defying Babies
Regarding Xue Qingluo's pitiful request, Chen Hao smiled and chose to ignore it!
Instead, he patted Chen Ziyang's little head and praised him: "Yangyang, what you did was right. Your mommy drinks these unnutritious things all day long. I have already told her about it. In the end, I was stunned." I can't hold her back. It's fine now, I don't care, someone cares for me, haha!"

Chen Hao smiled wickedly.

Xue Qingluo wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only look at the half-drinked yogurt, which was thrown into the trash can by Chen Ziyang.

Moreover, Chen Ziyang also used a very old-fashioned tone to "teach" Xue Qingluo.

"Mummy, if you don't obey me anymore, my sister and I will ignore you."

"Humph!"

Just after Chen Ziyang finished speaking, Chen Zixin immediately said: "That's right! Mommy, Yang Yang is right. How old are you? Why are you still like a child, drinking yogurt in your arms all day long?"

Xue Qingluo couldn't laugh or cry, it was too difficult for her to be "taught" by these two little guys.

So, he looked at Chen Hao with a very pitiful look.

Chen Hao spread his hands, not only pretending not to look at it.

Moreover, there is also a sentence of God's mend knife.

"Don't look at me, it's okay to look at me."

Xue Qingluo twitched her small mouth: "Hmph, you guys will team up to bully me."

"Hmph, people ignore you!"

Xue Qingluo pretended to be very angry, turned his face away and left.

Chen Zixin hurriedly chased her out, and then said coquettishly, "Mummy, don't be angry."

On the contrary, Chen Ziyang spread his hands and looked at Chen Hao helplessly.

"Dad, remember to take care of your wife later."

Chen Hao rubbed Chen Ziyang's little head.

"People are big and little devils."

Chen Ziyang immediately said: "Okay, dad, let me tell you something serious."

"Tonight, the negotiator of Paris Fashion Magazine will invite us to meet. Let's prepare in advance so as not to be in a hurry."

"Understood, you little one, you are really wordy."

Chen Hao curled his lips, and then went downstairs.

Chen Ziyang shook his head helplessly.

"Dad is always like this, treating me like a little kid."

"I, Chen Ziyang, are different from those children with low IQ."

Mumbling finished.

Chen Ziyang greeted the butler and gave him instructions.

The butler hurriedly bent down, and said to Chen Ziyang humbly, "Young Master, do you have any orders?"

"Go and book a flight ticket. The flight at 03:30 tomorrow afternoon will go directly from London to Huaguo Binhai."

"Two adult tickets, two child tickets."

After giving orders to the housekeeper.

The mobile phone in Chen Ziyang's hand rang, and the caller was the negotiator of Paris Fashion Magazine.

Just after the call was connected, the person on the other end spoke a few words of French as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Bonjour, monsieur Chen, votrepère est-ild'accord pourlednerdusoir?"

I heard a French inquiry from the phone.

Chen Ziyang coughed, coughed, and then pulled the red bow on his chest.

Then, he spoke very standard French into the phone.

"Oui, monpèrea acceptéded ner. Onse voit cesoir."

After replying and continuing to chat for a few more words, Chen Ziyang immediately went downstairs.

Going downstairs to a room, he picked up a book from the bookshelf. He once won the 1915 Nobel Prize for Literature. The name of the book was "John Christopher"

Compared with babies in this age group who play the children's songs of Xiaobanlong.

Chen Ziyang has already begun to write "John Christophe" in French.

(End of this chapter)