My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Roses?

Yin Shuiling looked at the rose that Xiao Beibei was holding in her pink hands. When will he deliver the flowers?

They have known each other for almost 20 years, as if he had never given her flowers.

He only took her to the movie once, when he was in Hong Kong, but he made the movie in the end, and she all did it for him.

Huh, who wants his roses.

Yin Shuiling bent over and took the rose.

She put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it. It was so fragrant, like a freshly picked rose, a dewy fresh aroma.

"Bebe, thank you, that ... did you leave after the flower for you?"

"Well," Xiao Beibei nodded, "Shu Xi is gone."

Yin Shuiling stood up, she played with the rose in her hand and walked to the window. She stretched out the curtains.

The Bugatti Veyron downstairs didn't leave, and the whole body was leaning against the cold body leaning on a man, the man put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he held the suit casually with one hand.

Yin Shuiling glanced downstairs, the man was also looking at her, and their eyes met in the air and collided.

The man raised his eyebrows.

Yin Shuiling dropped her eyelids flushed.

She found that he was really annoying. When he was young, she followed him. He didn't understand romance at all. He wouldn't let her go to France, and wouldn't let her meet with Qing Qing. He wanted to hide her at home as his little woman. .

Now she doesn't follow him, he knows that he parked the newly bought luxury car downstairs and gave her roses. Even if he wants her to eat this set?

Yin Shuiling looked at the delicate roses in her palms, and the corner of her mouth slowly climbed into a smile.

But wait, it seems like something is wrong.

Yin Shuiling's gaze moved a bit, and suddenly she saw the flower bed downstairs, and a few roses bloomed in the flower bed.

Yin Shuiling looked at the roses in her hand and looked at the flower beds ...

"Yin Muchen, you roll for me!" Yin Shuiling opened the window with a bang, and then threw the rose in his hand directly onto the man's head downstairs.

Yin Muchen downstairs looked at the roses that rolled down from her head to her feet, and suddenly she was stunned. Why was the woman who was very happy just now suddenly angry?

"Shui Ling, you ..."

"I want roses to be picked in the flower bed by myself, who wants you to fake them?" Yin Shuiling drew the curtains, then turned and fell on the big bed.

Asshole!

After picking the roses in the flower bed downstairs, she wanted to give it to her. What about her perfunctory?

Qing Qing said that he was rich in fried chicken now, and would not even buy a rose for her.

Xiaobei, who was standing aside, looked at her mum like this, she turned around and trot out of the door.

Taking out Yin Shuiling's cell phone, she dialed Joan's number.

"Hey, Joan, what about my Ge Ge?"

Soon, the baby's voice came from the other side of the phone, "Hey, Meimei ..."

"Ge Ge, is your chess contest over?"

"ended."

"What is Gege?"

"you still need to ask."

"Wow, Ge Ge is No. 1 again. Ge Ge is so good. I'll give you a great one when Ge Ge comes over."

"Forget it, don't drool on my face. By the way, is Meimei doing well with that Shu?

"Well, it seems like ... for a while, for a while, it was bad. Shu Mi just gave Mummy a rose. Mummy was so happy, but Mummy opened the window and looked at Shu Mi downstairs, then she changed her face, Mummy brushed I threw the rose on top of Shu Shu, and shouted to Shu Shu that I would like the rose to be picked in the flower bed? "

The little baby at the other end, "..." rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Ge Ge, why do you say Mommy is angry?"

"It's very simple. You like Kitty. One day Mommy gave you the kitty you picked up on the ground. Are you happy?"

"Well, I don't want to." Xiaobei frowned Xiaoxiu's eyebrows disgustingly.

Baby, "So in Mummy's eyes, the roses in the flower beds are the same as the kitty dolls picked up from the ground."

Gifts are not in size, so be careful.

The baby expressed helplessness with his hands on his hips.

"Ge Ge, when are you coming back?" Xiao Beibei raised her cheeks, Grandma asked.

"Are you okay with Mommy?"

"No, I just want to ... Ge Ge," Xiao Beibei knelt on the carpet in the living room, lying on the coffee table, her soft appearance was very good, like Yin Shuiling when she was a child, her eyes were covered with tears, she Reached out his small hand and "snapped" the gold beans falling on his face, choked, "I think Ge Ge ... I haven't been separated from Ge Ge for so long, when Ge Ge ... come back, oh ...

As soon as the baby cried, the baby was crying. The cold voice of his milk was full of love for this beautiful beauty, "Beautiful beauty, don't cry, Ge Ge will go back tomorrow."

Becky quickly stopped crying, "Really?"

"Really, so don't cry."

"Well, I'll wait for Gege tomorrow." Beckham Betty burst into tears and smiled.

...

Early the next morning, SK.

Yin Muchen took a document into the lobby, and Ma Rui stood beside him and whispered to discuss the contents of the document. The employees passing by SK nodded and said, "President, Secretary Ma ..."

The two men did not look up, Ma Rui reached out and pressed the president's VIP elevator. Yin Muchen took the lead in, Ma Rui followed, and the elevator door closed.

The SK front desk and several public relations beauties looked at the elevator and said with emotion ---

"All these years, our president is really not old at all, but the older he is, the more manly he is."

"Yeah, when a 40-year-old man is overflowing with manliness, our president is in his prime."

"Hey you guys ..." A public relations beauty suddenly wondered, "Our president's gene is so powerful. What would he look like if he had a son?"

"The president will not have a son. He hasn't had a woman by his side in these three years."

"I know, I just think about it, the CEO's gene is so good, it's a waste to not give birth."

"Yes, if the president has a son, it will definitely not look worse, and at least this IQ is on the same level as our president, and even blue is better than blue."

"Okay, everyone can just talk. It's almost time for work. Hurry back to work."

"Yes."

The front desk and public relations ladies returned to their seats.

They just sat down, and at this moment SK's door was opened, and two large and one small figures came in.

"Welcome, may I ask ..."

The front desk greeted her, but the "who" snarled in her throat. The front desk looked at the little figure in front of her, blinked, and then rubbed her eyes again. She suspected she was dazzled.

But without dazzling, the little boy in front of him is really carved out of the mold.

This was a shock to the front desk who had just discussed the president's genetics.

Shocked to almost thriller.

"Please ... Excuse me, who are you looking for ..." The front desk stammered.

Joan followed behind the baby, and the baby looked around SK, his eyes showed a slight satisfaction, he looked straight to the front desk, and then politely said, "I'm looking for your president, Yin Muchen."

The front desk sucked, "You, what did you ask my president for, you, who are you?"

The baby sat down on the sofa in the lobby. "You don't need to ask this. Give it to your president. I won't go up. Tell him I'll wait for him here and let him down. Thank you."

The front desk froze and looked at the baby again. She quickly ran to her desk and picked up the intercom phone. "Hey, Secretary Ma ..."

At this time Ma Rui was in Yin Muchen's office, so he picked up the phone on Yin Muchen's desk and answered, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Secretary Ma, there is someone downstairs ... someone is looking for the president ..."

Ma Rui glanced at Yin Muchen, who was focusing on reviewing the documents, and then frowned, "Who? Any appointments?"

"Without an appointment, he said that he would wait for the president in the lobby. He couldn't even say that, let the president go down to him ..."

Ma Rui's brows were even deeper, and even his voice was severe. "You have been in the company for several years. How can you call such a boring person? All important customers will make an appointment in advance, T No one in the city can let the president go down to meet the person in person and handle it himself. "

Ma Rui wants to hang up.

"Ah, Secretary Ma, don't hang, don't hang!" The front desk exclaimed.

This loud noise attracted Yin Muchen's attention. Yin Muchen raised her eyelid and looked at Ma Rui, then reached out and opened the handsfree on the landline.

Ma Rui had to say again, "Find out who it is."

"Secretary Ma, it's a little boy, more than two years old," the front desk cried, "I looked, looked like the president, it looks like ... the president's ... son ..."

Because of the hands-free, this "son" was transmitted to Yin Muchen's eardrums very clearly. Yin Muchen's right hand holding a pen stiffened, then looked straight at Ma Rui.

Ma Rui was already shocked. "What are you talking about?"

"Woohoo," the front desk really cried, "Secretary Ma, can you ask the president if there is a little prince living in the community, in fact, I think it is really necessary for the president to come and see for himself ..."

Ma Rui's mouth opened into an "O" and couldn't speak. He looked at Yin Muchen, who was sitting on a leather office chair. Yin Muchen had got up and left the office.

Ma Rui quickly put down the phone and caught up.

...

Yin Muchen stepped out of the elevator and walked to the lobby. He took a few steps and saw the baby sitting on the sofa in the lobby at a glance.

The baby is wearing a yellow T-shirt today, light blue jeans below. The two-and-a-half-year-old boy is sitting upright and has good tutorship. A senior Filipino maid is standing beside him, and he is holding a magazine Look down.

As if aware of his arrival, the baby closed the magazine in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Yin Muchen only listened to Ma Rui's pumping sound. He couldn't tell how he felt at this moment. His brain seemed to stop working. He could only stare at the small face inscribed with a mold in front of him. His smaller version.