The ceo's doting wife

"Dad, dad..." As soon as Li Hanchuan changed his shoes and entered the door, Li Muchen surrounded him and shouted loudly, "You weren't dumped by your aunt, were you?"

Fortunately, Li Hanchuan was in a good mood today, so he didn't blame Li Muchen. He just stared at his little face.

He had already detected a hint of deviousness on Li Muchen's small face.

Seeing that his father didn't answer him, Li Muchen asked, "Dad, are you tired today?" As he spoke, he sat on his thigh and flirted with him.

Finally, he hugged his thigh and asked, "Dad, why don't I give you a back massage?"

Li Hanchuan did not feel happy about his son's sudden offer. He picked him up, walked to the sofa and sat him down.

But this made Li Muchen take advantage of it.

Kneeling on the sofa, he rubbed his shoulders and thumped his back with his little fat hand.

Although his little strength was of no importance to Li Hanchuan, he did not stop him from rubbing and pounding.

Li Hanchuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly said quietly, "Tell me what you have to say."

His words made Li Muchen laugh. "Dad, I want - a hundred dollars!"

Li Hanchuan opened his eyes and stared at him, his eyes heavy.

Li Xiaopang was shocked and immediately changed his mind. "Actually, fifty yuan is fine."

Afraid that his father would not agree, he continued to act coquettishly and coquettishly. "Dad, look at me. I've been behaving so well these days. Just give me the money!"

"As far as I know, you have made a lot of money from your grandparents!"

Every time he went to the courtyard, Mrs. Li would ask him if he had enough pocket money recently, and almost every time he would give him a few red bills.

"I used up all my money at my previous birthday party!" The little thing flattened his mouth and muttered.

"What do you want money for?" Li Hanchuan asked again.

His eyes blinked and he suddenly felt a little shy.

Li Hanchuan frowned as he looked at his awkward expression. "A man, a man. How can you be so awkward?"

After being lectured by his father, Li Muchen could only say quickly, "Today I saw Mr. Lin's boyfriend coming to school with a big bouquet of flowers in his hand. Mr. Lin was so happy to see it, so I wanted to buy a bouquet for Mr. Shen too!"

As he spoke, his little face unconsciously blushed.

Thinking of this, Li Hanchuan suddenly remembered that Li Shidou had given Yaxin a bouquet of roses before.

Does she like roses?

Li Muchen looked at his father, who was in a state of deep thought and was very silent.

With a quick glance, he saw his father's left pocket bulging in his suit pants. After the target was locked, he quietly moved his little hand into his pocket and was caught by Li Hanchuan on the spot when he had already touched the cowhide wallet.

"Li Muchen, what are you doing?" His gloomy tone and sharp eyes made him shudder!

Oh my god, daddy is so fierce!

He drew back resentfully, pouted his little mouth and looked at Li Hanchuan pitifully. "Dad!"

Just when he thought that a heavy rain was showering him, for the first time ever, Li Hanchuan took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and pulled out a piece of hair from inside.

"Here!" Holding grandpa hong between his fingers, he handed it to him.

Li Muchen froze and stared at Li Hanchuan. What happened to dad today? Just now, he wanted to steal his wallet, but he wasn't angry. He gave him back - a hundred yuan?

Did dad take the wrong medicine today?

Looking at his son's incredulous face, Li Hanchuan frowned and pretended to be angry, "No? Then don't take it."

Seeing that he was about to take back that piece of grandpa mao, he immediately rushed to grab his big hand and laughed so hard that he pulled out a hundred yuan. "Yes, why not! Thank you, dad!"

"Yes." He put away his wallet and wanted to get up and walk to his room.

But Li Muchen, who was right beside him, kept saying nice things, "Dad, I found you handsome again today!"

"Dad, I finally know why I'm so handsome. I must have inherited your good genes."

Dad, what color do you think Mr. Shen likes? Is it yellow, red, pink, or white?"

Li Hanchuan finally got annoyed and yelled at him with a straight face, "Li Muchen, get back to your homework."

"Ah? Oh!" The little guy looked at his father, who had changed his face again. - time felt a little unpredictable. He answered weakly and left in dismay.

Little white looked at the size of the master who left and right separately, and finally chose the small master, who followed behind him.

Back in his room, Li Xiaopang took out a hundred red dollars from his pocket, which made him very happy.

Holding that one, baiyi was kissing madly, and then she threw herself on the big, soft, dark blue bed, rolling back and forth from side to side.

"What color flowers are you going to buy for Mr. Shen?"

"If you want to send flowers, then you have to dress well."

He muttered to himself in the field. After a pause, he jumped out of bed, walked into his cloakroom, opened the closet and rummaged for clothes.

He took out a lot of clothes and pointed them in the mirror. After a while, he found them unsuitable and threw them on the ground.

Looking around at his various small suits, he suddenly stopped on a small plaid suit.

This one was his favorite, because when he put it on himself, it could block the flesh of his stomach. Secondly, it was very handsome!

Thinking about it, Li Muchen put the clothes on his body, tidied up the clothes, and used his small hands, like a little adult, to fiddle with his own little curly hair.

Then he nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad!

But why did something seem to be missing?

His eyes wandered around his body, and he immediately remembered that there was a missing bow tie.

He opened the closet again, looked left and right, looking for his little bow tie, but a little later, he remembered that the bow tie that he had worn with this little suit had been lost.

Oh, what are we going to do now?

After a long time, the little guy hit on his father again, took off his clothes and put them back in place, then ran out.

"Daddy, daddy!" He ran to his father's room on the third floor and knocked on the door politely.

For a long time, no one opened the door. He could not help but turn the doorknob. When he walked in, he realized that his father was no longer in the room!

He had no choice but to come to the study and knock on the door. "Dad, are you there?"

Li Hanchuan, who was reading a book in the room, answered him with a faint voice, "Come in!"

Li Muchen heard the sound and walked in, shouting, "Dad!"

"What is it?" Li Hanchuan put down his book and looked at him expressionless.

He walked up to Li Hanchuan and looked at him with sparkling eyes. "Dad, can you lend me your burgundy bow tie?"

"What are you doing here?" Li Hanchuan looked at him doubtfully. This brat, why did he ask so much?

"I'm going to wear something handsome to see Mr. Shen, so I've made up my mind to wear my little plaid suit. I think your bow tie is perfect for my suit."

Li Hanchuan's face - heavy, like a premonition before the storm, scared his neck - to shrink, afraid that he would be angry, and immediately said: dad, you - you can't be angry oh, otherwise it's not handsome, not handsome I don't matter, but then Mr. Shen just likes me, won't like you. "

Li Hanchuan's face was tense because his words seemed to have eased a lot.

"Dad, can I?"

"Dad!" He looked at the empty glass on the reading table and immediately picked it up. He said flatteringly, "Dad, you read first. I'll make you a cup of tea!"

He ran out with a cup in his hand and went to the kitchen. Remembering how Nanny Zhao usually made tea for Li Hanchuan, he tiptoed out of the cupboard and took out a tea bag. He put it in the cup, pressed the switch on the water dispenser, filled it with water and was about to leave the kitchen.

But then he remembered that Nanny Zhao seemed to have added a few slices of lemon and sugar?

Little fat had to fold it back and find the lemon slices from the fridge. Since he couldn't tell which was salt or sugar, and he felt troublesome, he simply poured a small spoon of white object from a jar into the cup.

Seeing that the color of the cup was not much different from Nanny Zhao's usual tea, he walked out contentedly.

"Daddy, daddy, here's the tea I made for you." He walked over triumphantly and put the cup on the table.

"You did it?" Li Hanchuan looked at him in disbelief.

"Uh-huh, of course!" Li Xiaopang nodded seriously.

Li Hanchuan hesitated and took a sip from the glass. What the hell was that sour and salty smell?

"What is this glass of yours?" Li hanchuan frowned. After a good meeting, he swallowed the tea in his mouth.

But the strong salty smell still stimulated the buds, and he couldn't stand it after all, so he stood up and walked out.

Li Muchen didn't understand what was going on at all. Before he followed him out, he didn't forget to take out his cup.

"Daddy, isn't it good?" He watched as his father poured a cup of water, drank a whole cup, but never touched the cup that he brewed again.

"Try it yourself. Is it for people to drink? I'm afraid your little white won't drink either." His face was cold, and this brat knew how to make trouble.

Li Muchen didn't believe it. He took a gulp, but in the next second, "Pooh-"

He couldn't help but spit out the tea in his mouth, but because it was a subconscious act, he didn't realize that he had sprayed all the tea on his father.

"Li Muchen!" He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and glared at him.

The little guy was so scared that he quickly wiped his shirt with his sleeve, but the more he wiped it, the worse it got, and the more the water spread.

He was in a hurry and his eyes were red. "Woo, dad, don't be angry. I didn't mean to!"

It wasn't the shirt that hurt him, it was his little bow tie. It looked like it was going to be ruined.

"Hmph!" Li Hanchuan stared at him coldly, watching him mop his clothes clumsily. He pushed him away, took off his shirt, turned around and said, "You want a tie, dream!"

"Dad..." Looking at his father's heartless back, he pouted his little mouth in grievance, wanting to cry without tears.

And the little white squatting on the ground seemed to sympathize with him as well, sobbing.

Two days later

In this early winter, the bright sunshine was extremely lazy.