The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

Chapter 64: You can eat the cake you drew this time.

Chapter 64 You should eat the cake you drew this time

The little milk dumpling looked at it and said it seriously.

has a sweet and soft ending.

What said surprised Yi Bin for a moment.

In other words, I didn’t take it to heart, and this time I was caught off guard.

I never thought that what this five-year-old dumpling said was still decent.

"Uncle, some decisions should be made cautiously. It's the first time I visit, uncle can see if Jinjin said that it is not allowed to settle again."

Small milk dumplings are full of business experience.

"Uncle can also choose to stop the loss in time, and send two test words to the face, uncle—"

Tang Jin took it out of his pocket, took out a simple little book of kraft paper and a pen, and pushed it in front of him.

"Write a word."

The little dumpling looked up and the cat's pupils were dark, and the color was clean and pure.

Yi Bin was dubious in his heart, and his smile became shallower.

looked up at Tang Chuang.

The Tang family was able to develop to this point, the juniors have outstanding achievements in various fields, and their ability to accept is naturally not weak.

But when the few people in front of you are quite used to the appearance of the small milk dumplings.

This thing has credibility.

Yi Bin was hesitant in his heart, but in the end he took the pen, thought about it, and wrote the next word stroke by stroke.

Since it is said that his situation is not good this time, it can’t be wrong for him to write the word “good”, right?

Unexpectedly, the little milk dumpling came over to take a closer look and shook his head.

"Good words are divided into two sides, women are on the left, men are on the right, and the law of men on the left and women on the right is reversed, and the meaning is not smooth. There is an old saying that "women and villains are difficult to raise". people around you."

Yi Bin frowned and quickly wrote the word 'Qiao'.

"The word "Qiao" has a bad connotation in career, the left is the lack of merit, the right is the image of loss, with the shape of hook and Chen."

Tang Jin's soft explanation.

"Gouchen is one of the six ancient gods, and the mastermind is slow and difficult to succeed."

Yi Bin's face was not looking good anymore.

"It's not going to happen, is it?"

He is not too superstitious. Everyone knows it. Looking for someone to see Feng Shui fortune is actually just to seek good luck and give some psychological comfort.

Need to make some changes, or ask some divine beast town to pay some remuneration, the Feng Shui metaphysicist received the money, and he was satisfied.

But listening to this little dumpling, you can't even do this business when you come back to Shendu?

Just by looking at his face and judging by two glyphs, would it be too hasty?

And it's just a five-year-old child, is it really reliable?

—

This sudden visit ended quickly.

Face-to-face test, Xiaonaijin's fee is indeed not expensive.

For Yi Bin, it is equivalent to coaxing the children to meet and greet. After all, there is more than this from the Tang family.

Little milk obediently stretched out her hand to be hugged by her mother, leaned in her mother's arms with satisfaction, sniffed her mother's fragrance, and squinted her big cat eyes comfortably.

Everything that needs to be said is said, everything that needs to be done has been done, and the money taken is not for nothing.

As to believe or not.

What to do next.

is to decide for yourself.

You can understand it even if you don’t believe it.

The little milk dumpling shook his short legs, tilted his head, and smiled softly at Zhang Zhi.

But after earning other people's money, I hope that when the other party suffers a loss, they will not be the type who take it for granted and go down.

Tang Chuang sent people back from outside, and he was already sure that the other party would not believe what his cub said.

He heard the voices of his wife and daughter.

"What did Dad take Jin Jin today?"

"Sit in the rocking cart!"

Speaking of which.

The little dumpling immediately recovered, turned over to face Zhang Zhi, spread out his little hands, and began to describe how fun the colorful rocking car was.

Zhang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Oh, it's really mom's five-year-old cub.

She just said—

Tang Chuang, that awkward old arrogant.

Even if you have a daughter, where is the ability to coax people without a teacher.

"You're too coaxing, you're so happy playing a rocking car, you didn't follow me at all."

"But rocking the car is fun."

Little milk thought about it today.

"I will send the money back to the Taoist temple today, and take my mother to squander the rest!"

Spend money!

Rich today!

"Today and today give money to my mother."

The little milk dumpling was still clasping his fingers, and suddenly raised his head, his cat pupils were shining.

"When the time comes, I will take my mother on a rocking cart ten times."

It looks like I like it very much.

Zhang Zhi:…

This flatbread that I drew is too much to eat, so you better sit by yourself.

—

coaxed Tang Jin to sleep.

Zhang Zhi returned to the room.

Tang Chuang just took a shower, his firm muscles were hot.

He's an old man in his forties, this look is **** and calm—

Provocatively tight.

"Did you sleep today?"

He embraced Zhang Zhi's waist, his black eyes lowered, and he thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Yi Bin said that when he came back this time, the Zhang family also contributed. I don't know what gossip I heard, and I was inquiring about the latest news from the Tang family."

He quickly lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Don't worry about the rest, you pay attention, don't get entangled."

Zhang Zhi was stunned for a moment by his sneak attack, and raised his hand to touch the place where he was kissed.

's beautiful cat pupils shone brightly, pulling his face sideways in front of him.

Soft white fingertips moved his lips lightly.

"A series of strange actions, you really are begging for mercy for tonight's events? Mr. Tang."

"…how is this possible."

"Brother Chuang?"

“…”

"Stop pretending."

Zhang Zhi opened his mouth very happily.

"Also, you are a daughter slave."

***

The next morning.

Tang Micheng has been sent to school.

Little milk is not up yet.

Tang Yan's situation has not recovered.

Still escaping self-loathing and refusing to communicate with others.

The advice given by psychological intervention is to take medicine, recuperate at home, spend more time with family members for walks and relax, and check regularly.

But don't worry too much.

Maybe because he has grown up, the psychological shadow is not as serious as when he was a child.

It doesn't take as long to walk out as it did when I was a kid.

For Tang Yan himself.

Although the emotions in my heart cannot be avoided - I don't want to talk, I'm tired of the world, and I give up.

But he has never been so light.

The voice from childhood that always sounded like auditory hallucinations was missing from my ears.

kept telling how hard and anxious he was to find him.

is like an invisible burden.

—

With his tablet in hand, he faces out the window, watching the horizon turn golden.

Progressive layer by layer, coloring the world.