his little luck

Chapter 560 Madam, I want both you and the kid

"Isn't that a mistake?"

Guan Xi's eyes were wide open, and he glared fiercely, "Xiao Jiuyan, you cheap daddy, don't teach children normally, now when the time comes, act like a good person!"

This is simply child rearing in a fraudulent way. She will be the bad guy. Xiao Jiuyan is the only one who loves his son, and he will be the good guy.

The little sundae looked at the man with bright eyes.

The bad guy Xiao Jiuyan is not bad either, save him from danger.

No, not right.

It was because he came here that idiot Guan Xi was angry.

"Daddy?" Xiao Jiuyan was slightly taken aback when he heard Guan Xi's words, and stared deeply at Guan Xi's angry little round face, "So madam, now you admit that I am Guan Chen's daddy ?”

Now Guan Xi was stunned.

After a while, she realized what she had just said.

Xuebai white teeth bit her lips, she immediately denied: "No, no, what did I admit? I didn't admit anything. Xiao Jiuyan, the little sundae is mine!"

She watched the man's eyes become dangerous, and said word by word: "Don't try to grab the sundae from me, do you understand?"

Xiao Jiuyan laughed lowly, his voice low and thick.

Just now the kid came over to talk to him seriously about retirement, don't snatch the idiot Guan Xi.

He also thought that this little devil followed someone's temperament, and he looked like a little lady.

Two cats, one big and one small, waving their claws and teeth, but they don't understand how immature their claws are, they can't threaten people at all.

The little sundae thought that the man was making fun of the idiot Guan Xi, so he interrupted to stand in line with the idiot Guan Xi: "Idiot Guan Xi, I will only live with you, don't worry."

The little boy's thoughtful words instantly softened Guan Xi's dangerous eyes.

She snorted softly: "Little Sundae, don't think that I won't beat you up if you say something nice now."

Little Sundae: "..."

Idiot Guan Xi was so persistent in beating him up?

Xiao Jiuyan's dark eyes stared at Guan Xi for a moment, and after a long while, he lightly ordered the butler Xiang Gongli to stand aside: "Butler Xiang, you take Guan Chen out first, take him wherever you want first, I have something to say with my wife. "

Guan Xi was dissatisfied with Xiao Jiuyan's address to her: "Who is your wife?"

Bow slightly to the butler: "Yes, Master Jiu."

He looked at the little sundae: "Young master, you go out with me first, okay?"

"Okay." Little Sundae hurriedly got up from the sofa.

It is a disaster to be able to escape first.
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The housekeeper took the small sundae out of the office.

Only Guan Xi and Xiao Jiuyan were left in the huge office.

Guan Xi stood upright, bit her pink lips lightly, and said, "Xiao Jiuyan, what do you want to say? I have nothing to say to you."

The man walked to the desk and pressed the secretariat's phone number: "Madam, you haven't rested since you came here. What would you like to drink? Is milk okay?"

"Xiao Jiuyan." Guan Xi was angry, "I don't want to drink any milk, what are you going to say?"

"Then milk." The expensive man seemed to have not heard what the girl said, and made a decision on his own. He said softly into the receiver: "Bring a glass of milk in."

Guan Xi was almost pissed off by the man talking to himself.

This man really doesn't listen to people at all.

She took a step forward and walked to the desk, propped her two little white hands on the smooth desk surface, and glared at Xiao Jiuyan angrily: "Xiao Jiuyan, let me say it again, no matter what you want to say, the little sage will speak for me." It will not be given to you!"

Xiao Jiuyan put down the microphone in his hand unhurriedly, and his eyes fell deeply on her angry little face, with an extremely cold appearance:
"Ma'am, did I say I was going to snatch the kid from you?"

Guan Xi was startled: "Then what do you want to tell me?"

Xiao Jiuyan curled her thin lips and smiled softly.

He stretched out his hand, gently caressing the girl's pink lips with his long and slender palm, and pressed heavily on the rough fingertips: "I want you and the brat."

(End of this chapter)