Cooperating with the little guy's height, Young Master Rong squatted down, frowned slightly, and poked his tender face with his index finger, "Tell me, what do you want? Apart from asking for a mother."

The young man pouted his rosy little mouth, very stubborn, "I want to be silly!"

"Wouldn't it be good for Dad to accompany you?" Mr. Rong's tone began to be bad.

“…It’s going to be muddy!”

"Okay, you little ungrateful." Rong Shaoxin was caught in an arrow.

He picked him up and put him at the door farthest from the desk, pointed to the desk, "Did you see it? You walked from here to there by yourself, and Dad will take you to find your mother at noon."

The young man giggled, pushed him out and pushed him out, and stretched out his two short arms to the nanny, meaning to come over quickly and help me walk over!

Mr. Rong held his forehead with a headache, "Is it really because the opposite sex attracts each other and repels each other?"

After thinking about it, he said angrily: "You are an Oedipus, a disease! You must be cured!"

In order to see Mama, the young marshal was very happy to learn. With the help of the nanny, he stepped happily with his short legs. In less than ten minutes, he took a break and walked to the desk. He patted the desk with his little hand: "Take it out! Mama..."

The nanny put him on the carpet and stepped back to stand on the side, never daring to be too close to Mr. Rong.

Young Master Rong ignored him. The young man crawled on the carpet himself, skipped the desk, climbed to his feet, and grabbed his suit trousers like a monkey climbed a tree and climbed up his calf, with the goal of pulling his thighs.

I didn't know that I had crawling and crawling, and I had no strength left. I sat on my feet, hugged his calves with both hands, and gasped slightly with my little mouth open.

Mr. Rong took the time to look down at him, turned the chair to the side, stretched his long legs, and put him on the ground, "Go to play next to you."

"I want to be mama!" The young man climbed over again with a persistent storm, holding his legs, and sat on his butt on his Italian leather shoes, calling out affectionately: "Take it out, give me mama..."

Young Master Rong simply raised his legs and swayed the leg that he had been holding tightly to tease him, "No hurry, it's not until noon."

The young man was depressed, just noon, as long as he could see the slut, so the little guy was particularly depressed and hugged his calves, and was shaking and playing with them. As he shook them, he felt it was fun, his mouth widened and he kept giggling.

The office door was knocked, and Xu Zhiyuan walked in, holding a few documents in his hand, and inertially pushed the golden glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Young Master Rong, it's time to go to the meeting."

Young Master Rong whispered, put down his pen and closed the documents in his hand. The chair of the big class slid back. He looked down at the little guy holding him, pondered for a while, and decided that it would be safer not to take him into the conference room, otherwise he would be absolutely distracted if this guy got up.

The young man's delicate little head was raised high, looking at his deep eyes. Young Master Rong picked him up, "Dad is going to have a meeting. After the meeting, I will take you to find your mother, huh?"

The young coach nodded.

"Good son!" Young Master Rong smiled, kissed him on the face, stuffed him into the nurse's arms, and then told him that if he was bored, he could take him out for a walk, but only on the floor of the president's room.

The nanny was one after another, and Rong Shaocai went to the conference room for a meeting.

This meeting was almost three hours after the start of the meeting, and it was already lunchtime.
Chapter completed!