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

   Chapter 72 Is it better for Xingzi or brother?

   Coincidentally, there was a knock on the door.

  Rong Qing didn't even lift his head to "come in".

Rong Yinghui, a 'little curly hair' who has been so busy recently, pushed the door open and came in: "Uncle, there is an agreement in the company today, that group of immortals want to trick me, uncle, help me see what they are doing. What are you trying to do—"

The cell phone in Rong Qing's hand rang along with his words, and there was the voice of Rong Yinghui's unforgettable little Pokémon, and the milk was full of comfort and reliability: "Brother, don't be afraid, just wear the pendant, if there is any more. If you don't have eyes, wait until I come back today and slap it away!"

  Yong Yinghui:…

  You are such a domineering little girl.

   Wrong!

   After being deceived for a long time, the young man who finally reacted after a while squinted his eyes, raised his feet and walked behind Rong Qing.

   The boy who turned his head slightly didn't mean to cover it.

   The originally serious sitting posture was changed. He loosened two of the buttons on the neckline at will, and sat casually on the sofa beside him.

   Let my titular nephew look on the phone.

   Two seconds later, Rong Yinghui's terrified voice sounded.

   "Uncle, who did you learn this from and still use facial expressions to show cuteness?!"

  You are not a little girl who is deceiving others—

   No, besides the little girl, you also lied to your honest eldest nephew, did you know that?

   "Uncle, didn't you say that before, the little master is very busy, so don't disturb her if you have nothing to do?"

  Rong Qing was very calm and pressed the light off the screen.

   "Yes, I said don't bother her if it's okay."

   He just has something to do.

   The little boy's face was fair and gentle, and he was very sure when he said this.

   It must have been until Rong Yinghui began to doubt himself.

   The documents in his hands were hit by Rong Qing in a few words, and people stood outside the door.

   Rong Yinghui raised his hand and scratched his little curly hair, associating that expression with Rong Qing's calm face.

   is too inconsistent.

and-

   said that if he has nothing to do, try not to go to Jinjin, Jinjin is very busy, why does he think that his uncle is betraying him?

  ***

  Danzou District is indeed a little far from the capital of God.

   is a poor and backward place.

  After the private plane got there, it took a long time to drive to the vicinity of Mingjin Village.

   The little milk dumpling couldn't hold it anymore.

   was still in good spirits at the beginning, and now he is lying in Tang Wenhuo's arms and fell asleep.

The fleshy little face was rubbed sideways on his brother's clothes. Because he was lying in his arms, the little face was deformed a little, and the pink and tender lips were half open. I saw that little round head.

   The little body is hot.

  Tang Wenhuo was very satisfied with his hug, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses aside, and folded his legs to support the little cub in his arms.

   The evildoer's fox eyes are downcast, and the tears in the corners of his eyes are like stars that never fall.

   I just think how I like it, even if my sister gets a little bit of water on his clothes, he doesn't show any anger at all, but is full of pampering.

  Liang Chao sat in the co-pilot's seat, and simply came out of nowhere.

  Like such a cute and powerful little cub.

   Who wouldn’t want to have one?

   There was a driver present, the little milk dumpling was still asleep, and the two didn't talk much. The car first drove to the edge of Danzou District, where He Minhong died.

  The car stopped, and the little girl hasn't woken up yet.

   Grabbing his brother's clothes, he frowned delicately, "Apricot, dried apricot—"

   The soft little milky voice almost melts people's hearts.

   But listen to what this milk dumpling says?

  Dried apricots?

  Dream of dried apricots?

   "It's just a few packs of dried apricots. If your family doesn't buy them for Jinjin, why don't you let me hold them for two days?"

   Guaranteed to give what you want.

   The car window rolled down, Liang Chao stuck his head in from the outside, and watched eagerly.

   Tang Wenhuo's face darkened, he raised his hand and pushed out this whimsical guy who seemed to really think that the Tang family wouldn't buy dried apricots for the little milk cub.

   The man who was sitting in the back seat with the cub silently opened his mouth: Go away.

   Probably Tang Wenhuo's actions affected Xiao Nianjin.

   Her fluffy little hands slammed up, she got up half a little, and blinked her eyes.

   I saw the place where I got wet on my brother's clothes.

   Little blushed.

   "What is this dream about?"

   Tang Wenhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the dark fabric that made the little dumplings ashamed.

  The little milk ball brushed from the side and drew a tissue, and pressed it on it.

  The general desire of a little adult is to show off.

   "Brother got it wrong."

   She blinked her bright and innocent eyes, trying to 'convince' Tang Wenhuo.

   Tang Wenhuo raised his eyebrows, pinched her little face, and asked deliberately.

   "Is it better for apricots or brother?"

  Xiao Nijin's big cat pupils reflected his shadow, and obediently hugged his neck and rubbed: "It's best for the brother who bought Jinjin dried apricots."

   I don’t even want to eat at all, especially at coaxing people.

   Tang Wenhuo was joking with her, and this sentence was coaxed and he lost his temper all of a sudden.

   "We've already arrived, and we've already sent someone to inquire."

   He got out of the car with the little milk dumpling in his arms.

  ***

   "Hey, it's been so many years, you make me think, how could I think of it?"

The people who brought    have already inquired around.

   After all, it has been a long time, and they are foreigners. There is a very serious xenophobia in the village, and they are unwilling to communicate with you about anything.

   Only this single old man in his forties heard that they were paid to inquire about the news, his eyes lit up, but when he heard that it was He Minhong's business, he began to shirk.

   "Think about it again? You know no, this is what the boss of our company wants, and you must be paid for it. This number is small."

  The man obviously knew how to negotiate, and he gestured to him sideways.

  Old man Zhang looked at the number and took a breath, widening his eyes.

"real or fake?"

   "The big boss from the city of God, can it not be counted if he can talk to you?"

  The old man Zhang moved for a moment, then waved his hands again and again.

   "What can I do if I just think I'm tempted, I really don't know, you should ask others!"

   Tang Wenhuo just came over with the little milk dumplings and listened to the last few sentences.

   Seeing him coming, the person who arrived a step ahead of time and had already started to inquire gently shook his head, indicating that he had found nothing.

   But obviously, as soon as I heard the name He Minhong, I didn't ask, and I didn't even want to say I don't know I don't know.

  People from more than ten years ago, who can answer with such certainty and still have such dazed eyes, are clearly talking nonsense, and they can't do anything about each other.

   Tang Jin was held by Tang Wenhuo.

   Just looked around and pursed the corners of his lips slightly before looking at Old Man Zhang.

  The big cat pupil gave a calm look.

   "Uncle, you can decide after tonight whether you want to tell us or not, don't stop when you go out at night and encounter strange things, and run in the direction indicated by the stop sign."

   I'm a little groggy today, and I scrapped several drafts

   There will be another chapter in a while, and the supplement will be added together tomorrow

   Then Ah Qing worked hard to save the manuscript, we will put it on the shelves on the 14th, please support me

see you later

   (end of this chapter)