Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 16 Mr. Xiao Yu who was under the bed

The head of the family suddenly collapsed, and the consequences can be imagined.

Yu Mingxian and his wife and Mr. Meng had a business relationship before, so what happened in Mr. Meng’s house these few days has been passed on in the business circle, and the stories have been overwhelming.

In fact, Ge Wenjuan was not swept out as everyone thought.

After Meng Huaisheng suffered a stroke, Ge Wenjuan and senior senior executives in Meng Huaisheng’s company announced that she would temporarily take over Meng’s business. Meng Huaisheng’s company has not yet been listed, and internal management is not as standardized as Hengyuan, so she changed the boss. Did not cause much rebound.

Ge Wenjuan and Lu Xishan have been smearing and rolling in the business field for more than 20 years. It is impossible to have no means. Meng Huaisheng’s children questioned the father’s statement that the family business was handed over to Ge Wenjuan. As a result, within two days, the siblings and brothers were caught. After driving out of Meng’s house, he couldn’t even pack his luggage.

Meng Huai’s wife was surnamed Wu, and someone from the Wu family was an official. Seeing that the child was kicked out of the Meng family, he naturally refused to give up. Therefore, the Wu and Meng families have been in a mess in the past two days.

“It’s also a crime.” Yu Mingxian sighed: “A good family has been tossed like this.”

Yu Mingrong peeled the oranges and said: “Similar things happen every day, but it’s really a matter of taking people’s property and driving away their children… Maybe this is human nature. What we have to do is live our lives. As for the affairs of other people’s families, I stand aside and take a look, especially the Meng family, who are not poor people. If you want to fight injustice, you have to look at whether it is appropriate.”

Yu Mingxian nodded: “The guy in my house said he was going to visit the doctor, so I didn’t let him go. I wanted to visit Boss Meng. I had to get through the turmoil and avoid the muddy water.”

On the way home that night, Song Qingcheng asked Yu Tingchuan about the situation of the Meng family.

Meng Huaisheng started as a real estate business and was from Nancheng. Naturally, Yu Tingchuan knew that he had also heard about the recent family affairs of the Meng family.

Speaking of Ge Wenjuan, Yu Tingchuan’s evaluation is: “You aunt does have some tricks.”

It’s just a secretive tactic that has been spurned by others.

Mr. Xiaoyu, who came back from the old house, hadn’t fallen asleep after ten o’clock in the evening, sitting in the child seat in the back row, excitedly taking this thing to take that thing, taking advantage of Song Qingcheng not paying attention, he took off his shoes. Send it to the mouth to bite. After being snatched, he leaned forward to **** it back.

The little guy still yelled: “Yes! Yes!”

Song Qingcheng put the shoes on for him, took a pacifier and handed it over: “Bite yourself.”

Mr. Xiaoyu opened his mouth and gave a long ah.

Song Qingcheng had nothing to do with him, so angry and funny, he obediently put the pacifier into his mouth, the little guy immediately bit it, looked around, picked up the Rubik’s Cube on the seat and started playing with it.

Before long, the little guy threw the Rubik’s Cube directly on the ground.

Then, he let go of the pacifier and started yelling “brother” and “brother”.

“Brother went to his grandfather’s house to celebrate the New Year.” Song Qingcheng wiped his son’s saliva with a tissue, and patiently explained to him: “Just like Yun Bao goes to his grandpa’s house to have a reunion dinner, my brother will also have dinner with his grandpa and grandma. In some days, my brother will come back from Beijing and will bring you gifts at that time.”

The little guy stared at the black glass-like eyes, seeming to understand, but he didn’t continue to look for his brother, turned his head, looked at the man driving in front, and shouted with a loud voice: “Dad!”

“Don’t disturb Dad’s driving.”

Song Qingcheng educates him.

The little guy turned his head to look at her, and continued to shout at Yu Tingchuan: “Dad!”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

Fathers indulge their baby son, not only didn’t train him, but responded cooperatively, so the father and son played a game of “you call me answer” all the way.

Before going to bed at night, Song Qingcheng fed the little guy half an apple.

The older Yun Bao child was, the more restless he was. When Song Qingcheng used a spoon to help him smash the apple puree, he stood up staggeredly by the head of the bed, and the little fat feet stepped on the goose down duvet and walked from one end of the bed to the other. , Song Qingcheng called him “Yu Chiyun”, the little guy came back, opened his mouth to eat the spoonful of apple puree, and then continued to walk away.

Seeing that half of an apple was almost finished, Song Qingcheng lowered her head, pinched the skin of the apple in one hand and scraped the flesh in the other. She suddenly made a bang, and she looked away, and there was no figure of a certain kid on the bed.

Yu Tingchuan opened the sliding door of the bathroom. As soon as Cotton Mop stepped on the non-slip carpet, he saw the child who fell off the bed. The little guy was lying on the ground. Two white tender legs were still hanging by the bed, and the upper body was against the floor. On the mat, within three seconds, his face flushed, and his mouth squashed and began to cry.

Turning his head to see the head of the family, Song Qingcheng shouted and explained: “He fell by himself.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingchuan could only sigh silently.

Then he went over and lifted his son from the ground.

Song Qingcheng found that he couldn’t help, so he handed the spoon containing the apple puree to the little guy’s mouth. The little guy saw him, his head was good, and he cried even more aggrieved, just barely tearing a crack in the night sky.

So, New Year’s Eve passed quietly amidst the cry of the child.

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