Billionaire's Scheming Cute Baby

You know, uncle Guo grew up watching himself. It's not too much to say that he is his other father.

I still remember when I was a child, I always had something to do. I loved to run to Uncle Guo's house. Uncle Guo really loved me. No matter what delicious and fun, I didn't forget to keep one for myself.

Thinking of the past and looking at the withered Jing group, Jing Xia's eyes flashed a touch of firmness.

"Lao Guo, are you back?"

Aunt Guo stood at the door, took her husband's briefcase and welcomed him in.

"It's rare that you have leisure to pick me up today. Do you think it's good to come?"

The couple have been married for many years, and their feelings are naturally getting sweeter and sweeter. Uncle Guo also joked about the first wife.

"I'm not ashamed. A little girl said she would visit you. I'm in the living room!"

girl? When Uncle Guo heard his wife's words, he was curious about who the visitor was?

You know, at your age, those who can directly talk about business with you are also at your age. Those who are young naturally have the younger generation to communicate.

The couple helped each other into the living room.

Hearing the noise behind him, Jingxia stood up and turned back.

Looking at Uncle Guo whose face is a little old but still handsome, Jingxia's trembling little hand expresses her mood at this time.

"Xiaojing?"

Looking at Jingxia in front of him, uncle Guo, bent, shouted Jingxia's nickname.

Hearing this familiar title, Jing Xia's disguised mood almost fell short.

"Uncle Guo!"

Jingxia deliberately lowered her voice and greeted uncle Guo in order not to expose her identity.

When he heard Jingxia's voice, he looked up and down carefully. Uncle Guo waved his hand in disappointment and motioned Jingxia to sit down.

"I'm sorry, little girl. The old man is getting old and his eyes are dim. Don't blame him for recognizing the wrong person!"

"Uncle Guo, you are serious. You are not the only one who thinks of me as Miss Jing Xia. Mr. Su, the general manager of Mu's group, saw that uncle Guo looked at me, who is very similar to Xiao jing'er and is a good child who knows etiquette. For a time, he also supported Jing Xia as the general manager of Jing's group.

One old and one young, with similar interests, unconsciously, the sky has been shrouded in the night.

"The food is ready, old man!"

Seeing that her old man was still talking there in high spirits, aunt Guo couldn't help reminding her.

"Yo, really, cold girl, it's getting late. Let's stay for dinner tonight!"

Jingxia's first reaction to Uncle Guo's kind invitation was to say no.

But before saying anything, uncle Guo and his wife beat him one after another.

Therefore, Jingxia can only stay with the host and have dinner with their two elders.

At the dinner table, looking at Jing Xia's elegant and regular eating, uncle Guo intuitively told himself that he didn't see the wrong person. It seems that Jing's group will be saved this time.

"Cold girl also likes this jade shrimp?"

"Yes, the emerald shrimps are refreshing and delicious. Aunt Guo's craftsmanship is really comparable to that of a chef!"

Jingxia's words made aunt Guo happy.

She was very enthusiastic and served Jing Xia dishes.

"Well, aunt Guo's tofu soup is also fresh and delicious. It's very delicious!"

Seeing the cold heart opposite him and her taste, uncle Guo couldn't help sighing that he was the same as xiaojing'er.

"Xiaojing'er is a unlucky girl. If she is still alive, she should be the age of a mother now. If so, how gratified she should be in the old scene in the sky!"

When Uncle Guo mentioned himself and his father again, Jingxia held the chopsticks tighter by her.

"Uncle Guo, I've been listening to you mention xiaojing'er, Jingxia? I don't know who miss Jingxia is?"

Jing Xia mentioned her former self on her own initiative, not to poke uncle Guo's heart.

But she wanted to know what happened to King's group!

Hearing Jingxia's question, uncle Guo sighed and said slowly.

"Xiao jing'er, formerly known as Jing Xia, is the only daughter of Lao Jing, the chairman of Jing's group. The child is nine points similar to you and is also a good child. However, good people don't live long...!"

Speaking of this, uncle Guo's eyes couldn't help being wet. Jing Xia kindly handed over a paper towel.

"The child also has an identity, that is, his hairy wife of Mu Beihan!"

When it comes to getting married, uncle Guo's tone is obviously aggravated.

"Miss Jing...!"

"Alas...!"

Looking at Uncle Guo who hasn't spoken for a long time, Jing Xia just silently accompanies him.