He sat in the empty classroom of the school, typing on the computer, modifying sentences, and tense.
With his cell phone leaning against the book, Xiaoshanjun "supervising" his uncle to study.
Someone entered the classroom, "Hi, Gu, what are you doing?"
"Video with my nephew."
A group of foreigners in Xiaoshanjun's eyes went over and saw the familiar fat doll, "Wow, it's a little baby."
They greeted children Jiang Tianzhi one after another.
The couple continued to sleep, Gu Nuanxi felt uncomfortable after sleeping for a long time, "Husband~"
She shouted, and before she could speak, Mr. Jiang knew what she wanted to do after hearing the tone.
So he hugged his little wife in the quilt and asked her to hold her on his body, and he turned sideways again.
Gu Nuanxi changed direction and put one leg on her husband. Well, it felt comfortable.
Mr. Jiang looked back at his son still chatting, "Does your mom still have electricity on his phone?"
The little guy threw down his cell phone and crawled over to find his father.
Mr. Jiang pushed him a little, handed him the phone to him, and he continued to hold his wife and sleep in a shallow sleep.
It's almost a little while in the middle of the night.
Gu Xiaohan looked at the phone where he didn't have his nephew's face, nor did he have his little breasts sound.
So he called his brother-in-law.
Mr. Jiang was sleeping hazy and connected, "Hey?"
"Brother-in-law, I've coaxed my son to sleep?"
Mr. Jiang got up, looked at a small bun crawling at the end of the bed, squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep. He went over, grabbed his little feet and hugged it in his arms, and patted it a few times, and the night owl fell asleep.
The next day, before Mr. Jiang went to work, he directly brought his sleeping son to the company.
Early in the morning, when the president's office opened, he could hear the young master's crying every time he opened the door.
The secretary outside the door: "The president will not quarrel with his wife. The wife doesn't want children, so the president has to take care of him, right?"
After Secretary Luo left, Assistant He became a gossiper.
Assistant He: "It is impossible. If the wife quarrels with the president, the president will not even see the young master. She will definitely be carrying the child back to her parents' home. And you see, how is the president feeling today?"
"It's OK, I'm quite patient. The young master kept crying, and he didn't get angry with us."
Assistant He nodded, "That's right. Think about it, before, the wife quarreled with the president and the president came to the company, and he was so dark. Whoever went in was unlucky."
Everyone nodded at the same time, deeply feeling that it made sense.
Assistant He taught in private, "You just remember that the president's mood will only be affected by his wife. If the president is in a good mood, it means that the wife is in a good mood. If the president is in a bad mood, it must be that the wife has given him a cold bench again.
As for now, at most, he has a crying son, and he still can't get rid of him even if he wants to throw him away. The president has accepted his fate."
So, very patient.
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No one would have thought that Jiang Chenshao would give birth to such a crying son, and he could not throw him away, so he simply accepted the arrangement of fate.
Everyone suddenly realized and nodded again, "No wonder you are the president's Ichisuke, we are all small secretary."
Assistant He was proud, "Learn to learn, I was taught by Sister Luo as well."
In the president's office, President Jiang was numb. Wherever he went, the little guy cried and chased him there, sat in the walker, raised his little hand for a while, and put his mouth in a grievance, letting his father hug him.
Jiang Chenshao looked at him for two minutes and picked him up.
The crying stopped slowly. "Is it OK to sleep for three hours and wake up at two o'clock?"
The little guy was sweating and hugged his father.
Jiang Chenshao held his son with one hand and sat at the computer desk. He opened a document with one hand and looked at the contents inside. He thought it was feasible, so he signed his name sloppyly.