Having Triplets With Potent CEO

Fuber breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily it wasn't stolen... What, gave it away?"

Fuber was very frightened at his age.

"Young master, who did you give it to?"

Is it the servant of the villa? It's impossible. Bo Qichen has strict discipline. If the servant dares to accept the card given by Tang Cheng without permission, he must have handed it back immediately.

"Small, small milk candy."

Fubo was stunned and suddenly remembered who it was. It was the little girl who came last night. She was pathetic and very cute. She threw herself on the young master as soon as she came up?

"Why did you give her the card, young master?"

Tang Cheng racked his brains and thought for a moment. He jumped out two words, "cute!"

Fuber, "..."

Children's reasons are always elusive.

He looked at the man, "what should I do now, sir?"

In fact, these three cards have nothing to tangle with.

He also liked the child very much. He recalled the way she touched porcelain and hugged his leg when he met him for the first time. In addition, she called his father.

Those eyes are very much like Tang Qingge, clear and mellow, so that people can't say anything to refuse.

And last night, Tang Qingge cried in his arms.

"Why do you bully me? Bully who! Look down on who? Isn't it because I don't have the money to buy famous brands? But if I have half of your money, I need to be bullied! But I don't have your money, wow... Why am I so poor!"

"Will you give me some money? Give me some money. I think you're a father."

The memory is over.

They all like to call people dad?

Thinking of yesterday's scene, he looked down at the worried Tang Cheng and pursed his lips, "it's OK."

Tang Cheng looked up unexpectedly and blinked.

He was ready to be beaten by his cheap father, but he just let it go?

Cheap dad, it doesn't seem so cold

Tang Cheng thought for a moment. Suddenly, he felt that his cheap father seemed very poor. His mother had milk candy and Bo Ye, but he only had himself here. Usually, his cheap father went back to the villa at two o'clock and one line. Life was very boring.

How else does he care about him?

Tang Cheng is thinking about whether he should be filial to his cheap father. Fubo asks someone to move the cabinet back. Over there, the man's mobile phone on the table rings.

He glanced back casually and looked at him.

"Boss, it seems that our little milk candy has got three cards from your house. Don't worry. I'll send them back to you tomorrow."

The man picked up the phone, rubbed the screen with his thumb, and replied for a long time.

"No"

Very monotonous and cold words.

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Tang Qingge saw the two words replied by her boss and turned to the little milk candy.

"The card is confiscated. I'll give it back to your uncle ice tomorrow."

The little candy cried, pitifully bawling Tang Qingge's legs, "Mommy, how can you do this? This is my card. Uncle ice gave it to me."

"But there's too much money in here."

The little candy blinked tears. "But don't you just like money? Mommy, don't you really want it?"

Tang Qingge was silent for a while.

"To tell you the truth."

She thought.

Scratching my ears and cheeks, I want to brush and explode these three cards immediately.

But she has to set an example in front of the children!

"No!"

Tang Qingge is resolute.

The little candy hugged her leg and asked pitifully, "Mommy, do you like Uncle ice?"

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