Chapter 885: want to beat people
So, when did this little brat get in?
Also, that hair should be ready to be cut, very stinging.
To say that before, he was only a little sober, but now, he is completely sober.
Looking at the sleeping nanny beside her, the corners of her mouth tickled contentedly.
Get up, get out of bed.
Not long after the man went out, the woman on the bed also woke up.
He put the baby son in his arms aside, kissed again, and got out of bed.
Damn biological clock, no matter how tired you were the night before, you always wake up at the same time.
However, as soon as he stepped on the ground, he completely felt the soreness of his whole body.
Especially the lower back and thighs, I almost couldn't lift it up.
He took a few deep breaths, moved and moved, and finally moved to the wall.
He leaned against the wall and walked a few more steps before finally getting used to it.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the man standing at the door with a smile but not a smile, and he didn't know when he was standing there.
The swish eye knife immediately shot at the man without money.
cough.
"Where are you going?"
Guilt ah.
"bath!"
"Row!"
After the answer, the man stepped into the room in two steps, took out a nightdress from the closet again, and without saying anything, he directly picked up the woman and walked towards the bathroom outside.
After arriving, he actively asked:
"Do you need help?"
The woman gritted her teeth and glared quickly:
"Fuck off!"
He cursed angrily.
Don't scold, I really don't know how to vent the sullenness.
Obviously, the man wasn't angry because of it, on the contrary, he enjoyed it.
"You didn't let your man get away last night. Why, you don't recognize people when you put on your pants?"
hiss
Fist hard!
Probably because of hindsight, the wife seems to be really angry:
"Cough, let's go."
The action is very quick.
He also kindly helped to close the door.
Su Zhixiao is not angry at this moment, and even less if he is not angry.
Can only secretly grit his teeth: stinky man, wait!
......
In the living room, the man is really not idle.
Early in the morning, there were constant calls, and emails that needed to be dealt with were sent one after another.
Sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone with his subordinates, with a laptop on his lap, and operating the keyboard with one hand.
But in the room, the little brat on the big bed finally woke up again.
Finding that both parents were not there, he got out of bed with bare feet and ran out:
"Dad, what about mom?"
The man glanced at his son before hanging up:
"Go get your shoes on."
The little boy reluctantly went back to his room and put on his own slippers.
When I came out again, there was no need to ask, I ran directly to the bathroom door:
"Mom, mom, mom!"
The sound of water stopped:
"Let your father buy what you want to eat, and mother will come out in a while."
The children became less impatient when they heard their mother's voice:
"Okay, porridge knows."
Then he ran back to the sofa in the living room and stood in front of his dad:
"Dad, I'm hungry!"
It is good to be majestic, high-spirited, and of course very.
His father sneered:
"I'm hungry and find my own way."
Just not used to it.
But, the little guy doesn't:
"Dad, what mom just said, let dad buy whatever porridge you want to eat."
Gee.
The man finally closed the notebook and threw it on the coffee table in front of him.
Seeing this, the little guy was stunned, and stepped back in fear.
I thought to myself: Dad doesn't want to beat other people's ass, right?
Not that.
Picked up the phone again, made a call and went out:
"Buy some breakfast."
"Yes, Second Young Master."