Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1967
Si Jin glanced at the watch. It was eight o’clock, not too late. He lazily pushed the gold-rimmed mirror that had slid down to the tip of his nose and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
“Emm, little wontons!”
“Okay, wait.” After saying that, Si Jin hung up the phone and took a taxi out.
Leaning back in the back seat, I remembered the monitor I had placed on the table when I left. I don’t know why, but I always feel that in this dimension, little A Yuan is filled with some hostility.
All the smiles and cuteness may be disguised.
So, before leaving, he not only did not worry too much, but instead took the opportunity to support the table and installed a micro monitor purchased from the system mall in Su Linyuan’s room.
After connecting the phone, the image on the monitor gradually became clearer. Si Jin quickly reviewed everything that happened during the five hours he was away at double speed.
Finally, I leaned back in the back seat of the car, took a deep breath, and deleted all the images.
My eyes fell outside the car window, flickering under the street lights, and soon I saw a wonton stall.
“Master, stop the car, I want to buy something.”
“Oh, okay!”
The car stopped, Si Jin packed a bag of wontons, and came to the Su family villa.
The villa was exceptionally quiet tonight, with only one light on. The nanny did not allow Liu Daming to snatch Su Linyuan’s toys again, nor did she allow him to act like a master and make a mess at home.
When he saw Si Jin, he stood up like a frightened bird, walked tremblingly to him, and lowered his head to hand him a card.
“Mr. Lawyer, here is 500,000 yuan. I asked my relatives to scrape together the money to make up for your loss. I resign now. Please find someone else!”
After saying that, he carried the suitcase and ran away with Liu Daming overnight.
Si Jin accepted the card and felt deeply that this little A Yuan should not be played with and should be taken good care of, otherwise, he would easily go astray.
When I walked into the room, Su Linyuan was sitting at the desk, writing stroke by stroke, so seriously that he seemed to tear the paper.
The incandescent lantern was on his green little dinosaur pajamas, and it was furry, making him look more and more like a little dumpling.
Black sesame filling.
Si Jin put the wontons over and sat next to him to remind him: “Eat first, then write after you finish eating.”
“Hmm, wait a minute!” Su Linyuan said, and then he wrote two more lines before stopping and showing him the notebook: “Today’s homework needs to be signed by big brother.”
“Okay.” Si Jin agreed, took the homework book, and pushed the wontons to Su Linyuan.
Xiao Naiyuan immediately decided to get him a set of bowls and chopsticks.
He quickly jumped off the chair and ran to the kitchen with his short legs.
Si Jin didn’t pay much attention to his whereabouts, but instead paid attention to his handwriting.
These words are crooked but neat, like those written by a child, but not like those written by Xiao Linyuan.
Very strange.
What this weirdness means is that he felt that Xiao Ayuan’s handwriting was not originally like this, and it was deliberately written like this in order to deceive him.
Can……
Before he could figure out what was going on, Su Linyuan came running over again and started serving him wontons.
Si Jin had no choice but to sign, told him to “study hard”, and continued to accompany him for dinner.
The nanny left, and Si Jin had to stay to take care of him.
This went on for about a week, and then Su Linyuan took out a contract for the position of executive president and handed it to him.
I continued innocently, “My mom once said that if I’m sure that big brother is good to me, I can give this to big brother, and he will understand after seeing it.”
Si Jin glanced at it briefly, then suddenly fixed him with a sharp gaze and asked, “You want me to help you manage the Su family’s hopeless company that is about to go through bankruptcy procedures?”
He asked so quickly that Su Linyuan didn’t notice for a moment that Si Jin’s address this time was not “your mother” but – “you”.
