Touching my daughter’s little face gently, my heart is soft. My little girl is less than two years old and her mind is so heavy. It is my negligence that makes her feel so insecure.
I bowed my head and kissed her on the forehead. I turned off the light and slipped to sleep.
The next morning, my daughter woke up and got up before me, so she lay on my body with her hands around my neck and said to herself, "Mom, sleep well." Her little hand patted me gently, which is what I usually do to coax her. She learned exactly the same thing.
My daughter is sometimes clever and makes me feel bad.
I sat up with her in my arms, kissed her on the forehead and looked at her messy curly hair. I couldn’t help frowning at my daughter’s hair, which really worried me that I had to comb it for half a day every day before I could comb it smoothly.
"Good morning, mom." My daughter smiled sweetly at me, then slipped into bed and ran barefoot to the bathroom to see me crying and laughing, because she looked so funny.
Dress Panpan after washing, and then adjust her hair. My little girl is not willing to let me comb her hair. I guess she is afraid of pain.
The two men were dressed up, and the master was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, looking forward to it, and ran towards him, sweetly calling out, "Good morning, Grandpa."
Master put the newspaper to pick reading glasses, stretched out his hand and picked her up in his leg, looked up at me, and bowed his head and asked Panpan, "Was Panpan happy when Dad came back last night?"
Xiao Panpan lifted her head slightly and looked at the master for a while before ordering a head.
"Isn’t it great that my late father can often play with Panpan?" The old master looked at me again and asked, "Is it true that Ruoxi said that Chen might move back to live?"
"He said something last night but didn’t say when he would move back."
"If he can say that, he will definitely come back." Master seems to be in a good mood with an eyebrow eye smile.
I don’t throw cold water on him either.
However, after a week, Zou Chen didn’t move back and didn’t come to see Panpan again, which made me very disappointed.
But this week, Guggenheim’s news has been constantly reported that Gu Pingjun is divorcing his wife Bai Jie. As soon as this incident came out, Gu Yisheng and Zou Chen were also moved in and dug them up into the disharmony incident. It was said that the two brothers had been at odds for a reason and both wanted to fight for Guggenheim’s industry … and the giants were fighting for the inheritance drama.
Anyway, entertainment divination can see their news and dogs taking pictures of them every day, and then Zou Chen’s scandal is flying all over the sky, saying that he and Wynn’s group are still in love after three years, and I have been forgotten by him when he proposed to me affectionately … Anyway, those reports have read all kinds of words, and I really want to smoke people.
"S front desk said that manager Zou had arrived." Jenny knocked at the door and came in to report.
I looked up and glanced at her when I dropped the webpage. "Oh, then inform Yifa and Manager Ye to let them come back in ten minutes."
"good"
After Jenny went out, I got up and went into the lounge to make up my makeup. This week, my base and Ye Qiliang all handed over. Last night, I called Zou Chen and asked him to come to the company today. Some documents had to go through his hand.
By the time I came out of the lounge, Zou Chen was already in the office, dressed in a fine-cut post, showing a slim figure, but there seemed to be no trace on his face when he was tall.
He is looking around the office, frowning slightly. I wonder if he remembered something.
"Here I am." I walked beside him. "How do you feel about this place?"
"It’s a little familiar." He turned his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were finely condensed on my face. "It’s been a week … you seem to have lost some weight."
This always means something to me.
I smiled and went to my desk to draw out several agreements that I had already drawn up. "Here are some documents you need to read."
He came over and looked at me very close with clear and bright eyes and asked softly, "What document?"
My heart beat faster when I was stared at by those eyes
"That … is some donation procedures" I couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of water.
He raised my hand and took the file in my hand, and casually looked through it. "I don’t have the energy to take over Hengyuan Guggenheim now, and I have a hard time coping with it … You know that I have lost my memory, and I have forgotten a lot of things, and I don’t understand that you are pushing Hengyuan to me now, not to ruin Hengyuan."
Ugh!
"You don’t care if you come and check it out sometimes. Ye Qiliang will help you manage the company."
"Wouldn’t it be better for you to spend time with Panpan at home at ordinary times and come and see occasionally? Wouldn’t it be nice?"
"This is your company. Why should I come and see it?" I always feel that I have been bypassed by him.
He smiled and said, "But isn’t this company in your name now?"
I looked at him in surprise.
He smiled at me and suddenly raised his hand to stroke the broken hair on my forehead.
Uh … I froze. He hasn’t taken the initiative to make such intimate moves since he met me. Every time I take the initiative, he still hates it. Now it’s …
"Have you not slept well recently? You look really thin."
