Chapter 6 I Want This Sister
The candy choked in his throat.
Zhan Chenye's little face turned red and bloody, and his eyes were spinning uneasy.
Zhan Hanjue pulled Zhan Chenye out of the hidden flowers and placed it on the ground.
"Cough cough..." Zhan Chenye coughed violently, gasped for a while before swallowing the candy in his throat.
As soon as I raised my head, I met Zhan Hanjue's gloomy cold face.
Zhan Chenye put away the innocence that belonged to the child and lowered his head restrainedly.
"Father."
Zhan Hanjue has always rarely taken care of Zhan Chenye. He seems to be a responsibility that he has to bear, and raised his eyebrows coldly: "Do you know how much time and energy I have wasted to find you?"
Zhan Chenye's head hangs lowered: "I'm sorry."
"I'm here to find you, don't you want to hear you say sorry, why did you sneak out?"
A tall figure stood in front of Zhan Chenye. He bit his lower lip and said nothing.
"I'll just think you're playful, but there's no next time."
"..." Still didn't say anything.
Zhan Hanjue looked at Zhan Chenye's dejected look, frowned slightly and pulled his tie.
He was most disgusted with Zhan Chenye's look listless with his head hanging down.
Not like his bloodline at all.
"What are you still standing here for? Don't know how to go back?"
"I know..." Zhan Chenye tightened his fists, and then silently headed towards the direction where the Bentley was parked.
When he got on the bus, he secretly looked at the direction of Jinyang Kindergarten.
He remembered this and would find an opportunity to come back.
After getting in the car, the little guy sat upright in the back seat, maintaining his full aristocratic temperament.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not very harmonious, Ache turned his eyes and took out the tablet and handed it to the little guy.
"Young Master, the villa you gave to you is ready to be renovated. Look, these are all styles that designers and good at. See what you like."
Zhan Chenye took the tablet boredly, and his eyes shiny when he saw a photo of the designer.
"Uncle Ache, can you choose any designer here?" He bent his big eyes and was extremely serious.
Ache nodded: "Yes."
"Then I want this sister!" Zhan Chenye handed over the tablet, and his pink little finger fell on a beautiful woman's photo.
Ache saw the designer's resume on the introduction page and asked Zhan Hanjue in embarrassment: "Young Master, the designer designated by the young master seems to have a very young qualification..."
"Do as he wants." Zhan Hanjue responded indifferently. He didn't care so much about the decoration of the villa, just to cultivate the little guy's ability to think independently.
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When Ning Xi received a notice that the little prince of the Zhan family appointed her as the chief designer of the villa, a firework suddenly exploded in his ears, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
"Me?" She opened her eyes incredibly: "Sister An, don't make me happy..."
"Who has the heart to tease you? Look, this is the contact information of the other party's person in charge. From tomorrow, you will be responsible for this project. I will help you." Supervisor An Xin said generously, not angry because Ning Xi took away the position of the main designer.
Seeing that she was not a joke, Ning Xi stopped refusing.
She has always been very confident in her design abilities.
But some employees were also jealous.
"It turns out that a dog that can bite people doesn't bark, and he took the position of the main designer quietly. I've just been to Borui for a few years?"
"Maybe the little prince doesn't know anything, but he just chose a photo from a bunch of photos that was hard to see?"
"Tsk, that's why Ning Xi is beautiful, otherwise why didn't the little prince choose you?"
"Hmph, wait and see! Who knows if there will be any mistakes in the design? Don't ask the supervisor An to wipe someone's butt, and steal the chicken and lose some rice!"
Ning Xi didn't care about the dissatisfaction among his jealous colleagues at all.
The Zhan family represents the top rich man in Yincheng.
Chapter completed!