Chapter 681 Looks Like the CEO’s Son

Rose?

Yin Shuiling looked at the roses held in Xiao Beibei's pink hands. When would he send flowers?

They have known each other for almost 20 years, and it seems that he has never sent her flowers.

He only took her to see a movie once, when he was in Hong Kong, but he made money in the end from that movie, and she was... that for him.

Huh, who wants his roses?

Yin Shuiling bent down and took the rose into her hand.

She put it up to her nose and smelled it. It smelled so good, like freshly picked roses, with the fresh scent of dew.

"Beibei, thank you, that... did the squid leave after giving you the flowers?"

"Well," Little Beibei nodded, "The sorghum is gone."

Yin Shuiling stood up, playing with the rose in her hand, and then walked to the window. She reached out and opened the curtains.

The Bugatti Veyron downstairs has not left. There is a man leaning on the body of the car that exudes a cold and noble aura. The man has one hand in his trouser pocket and another hand casually holding a suit.

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

The man raised his eyebrows.

Yin Shuiling immediately blushed and lowered her eyelids.

She found that he was really annoying. When she followed him when he was young, he didn't understand romance at all. He didn't let her go to France or meet Qingqing, so he wanted to hide her at home and be his little woman. .

Now that she is no longer with him, he actually knows how to park his newly bought luxury car downstairs and give her roses. Is he going to allow her to do this?

Yin Shuiling looked at the delicate roses in her palm, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

But wait, something seems wrong.

Yin Shuiling's eyes moved and suddenly she saw the flower bed downstairs. There were a few roses blooming in the flower bed.

Yin Shuiling looked at the roses in her hand, then at the flowers in the flower bed...

"Yin Muchen, get out of here!" Yin Shuiling opened the window with a bang, and then threw the roses in her hand directly on the head of the man downstairs.

Downstairs, Yin Muchen looked at the roses rolling down from his head to his feet, and was stunned. Why was the woman who was so happy just now suddenly angry now?

"Shui Ling, you..."

"If I want roses, I won't pick them from the flower bed myself. Who wants you to be pretentious!" Yin Shuiling closed the curtains angrily, then turned around and fell on the big bed.

asshole!

I picked the roses in her flower bed downstairs and wanted to give them to her, but why did I treat her so perfunctorily?

Qingqing said that now that he is rich in chicken frying, he would not even buy her a rose. Go to hell, go to hell!

Little Beibei, who was standing aside, looked at her mother like this. She turned around and trotted out of the room.

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

"Hey, Joan, where is I, Ge Ge?"

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

"Ge Ge, is your chess competition over?"

"it's over."

"Where is Ge Ge?"

"you still need to ask."

"Wow, Ge Ge is number one again. Ge Ge is so great. When Ge Ge comes over, I will give you a great one."

"Forget it, don't rub your saliva on my face. By the way, Meimei, how are things going with Mommy and that guy recently?"

"Well, it seems... it's good for a while and not good for a while. I just gave Mommy a rose. Mommy was so happy. But Mommy opened the window and took a look at her downstairs, and then her face changed. Mommy... He threw the roses on the grasshopper's head and shouted to the grasshopper, "Why don't you pick the roses yourself from the flower bed?"

The little baby on the other end, "..." rolled his eyes, speechless.

"Ge Ge, why do you think mommy is angry?"

"It's very simple. You like Kitty. One day, mommy gave you the kitty she found on the ground. Are you happy?"

"Hey, I don't want it." Little Beibei frowned in disgust.

Baby, "So in mommy's eyes, the roses picked from the flower bed are the same as the Kitty doll picked from the ground."

It doesn’t matter the size of the gift, it has to be thoughtful.

The little baby put his hands on his hips to express his helplessness.

"Ge Ge, when will you come back?" Little Beibei puffed up her cheeks, and grandma asked waxingly.

"Is there something going on between you and mommy?"

"No, I just want to... Ge Ge," little Beibei knelt on the carpet in the living room and leaned on the coffee table. She looked very soft and well-behaved, just like Yin Shuiling when she was a child. Her eyes were covered with tears. He stretched out his little hand and wiped the fallen golden beans on his face with a "pop" sound, and choked with sobs, "I miss Ge Ge... I haven't been separated from Ge Ge for so long. When will Ge Ge... come back, woo hoo..."

When the baby heard Little Beibei crying, he was at a loss for words. His cold milking voice was full of love for this Meimei, "Meimei, please stop crying, Ge Ge will go back tomorrow."

Little Beibei quickly stopped crying, "Really?"

"Really, so stop crying."

"Well, I'll wait for Ge Ge tomorrow." Little Beibei burst into tears and laughed.

…

Early the next morning, SK.

Yin Muchen entered the hall with a document in his hand. Ma Rui stood beside him and discussed the contents of the document with him in a low voice. SK employees passing by nodded and bowed, "President, Secretary Ma..."

The two men did not raise their heads. Ma Rui reached out and pressed the button for the CEO VIP elevator. Yin Muchen walked in first, followed by Ma Rui, and the elevator door closed.

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

"Over the years, our president has really not aged at all. On the contrary, the older he gets, the more manly he looks."

"Yes, a forty-year-old man is when his masculinity comes out. Our president is in his prime."

"Hey, you guys said..." A beautiful PR girl suddenly thought, "Our president's genes are so strong, what would he look like if he gave birth to a son?"

"The president will not have a son. He has not had a woman by his side in the past three years."

"I know. I just thought about it. The CEO's genes are so good. It would be a waste not to have children."

"Yes, if the president has a son, his appearance will definitely be the same, and his IQ is at least on the same level as our president's. In fact, he is better than his predecessor."

"Okay, okay, let's just chat. It's almost time to go to work. Come back to work quickly."

"yes."

The front desk and PR beauties all returned to their seats.

They had just sat down when the door of SK was opened, and two figures, one large and one small, walked in.

"Welcome, may I ask..."

The receptionist stepped forward to greet him, but the "who" was stuck in her throat. The receptionist looked at the small figure in front of her, blinked, and then rubbed her eyes. She suspected that she was dazzled.

But there was no dazzling thing. The little boy in front of me was really carved out of the same mold as the CEO.

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

Shocking to the point of almost horror.

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

Joan followed Xiao Baobao, who looked around at SK, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He looked directly at the front desk, and then said politely, "I'm looking for your president, Yin Muchen."

The receptionist gasped, "You, what are you doing with my CEO? You, who are you?"

The little baby sat down on the sofa in the hall, "You don't need to ask this. Just give your CEO an inside line. I won't go up. Tell him I'll wait for him here and ask him to come down. Thank you."

The receptionist was confused and glanced at the baby again. She quickly ran to her desk and picked up the intercom phone, "Hey, Secretary Ma..."

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

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

Ma Rui glanced at Yin Muchen, who was concentrating on reviewing documents, then frowned and said, "Who is it? Do you have an appointment?"

"There was no appointment, so he said he was waiting for the president in the lobby. He couldn't talk anymore and asked the president to go down to find him..."

Ma Rui's frown deepened, and even his voice was stern, "You have been working in the company for several years, how can you call such a boring person? All important customers will make appointments in advance, T There is no one in the city who can ask the president to go down in person to greet the person and handle it himself.”

Ma Rui wants to hang up.

"Hey, Secretary Ma, don't hang up, don't hang up!" the front desk exclaimed.

This noisy sound attracted Yin Muchen's attention. Yin Muchen raised his eyelids and glanced at Ma Rui, then reached out and turned on the hands-free speaker on the landline phone.

Ma Rui had no choice but to speak again, "First find out who that person is."

"Secretary Ma is a little boy, about two years old," the receptionist said, almost crying. "I looked at him and he looked very similar to the president. He seems to be... the president's... son..."

Because the hands-free was turned on, the sound of "son" reached Yin Muchen's eardrums very clearly. Yin Muchen's right hand holding the pen froze, and then he looked at Ma Rui.

Ma Rui was shocked, "What are you talking about?"

"Woo hoo," the receptionist really cried, "Secretary Ma, can you ask the president if he has a little prince living among the people? In fact, I think it is really necessary for the president to come down and take a look in person..."

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

Ma Rui quickly put down the phone and chased after him.

…

Yin Muchen got out of the elevator and walked to the lobby. After taking a few steps, he immediately saw the baby sitting on the sofa in the lobby.

The baby is wearing a yellow T-shirt today with light blue jeans underneath. The two-and-a-half-year-old boy is sitting very upright and has a good tutor. There is a senior Filipino maid standing next to him, and he is holding a magazine in his hand at the moment. Looking down.

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

Yin Muchen only heard Ma Rui's sniffing sound. He couldn't explain what he was feeling at this moment. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning. He could only stare at the little face in front of him that was carved out of the same mold as him. A smaller version of him.