He was happy to see such a warm picture. When he took his son with him in the past, he had fantasized that if he found a stepmother for him in the future, he didn't know whether he would accept it.
Li Qingyu didn't try to get in touch with other women, but it's not just that he didn't feel anything. Even xiaobaozi stood up against it for the first time after he knew it. Even when he thought he would marry Xu Zhiyu, he ran away from home willfully.
It is precisely because he ran away from home that he met song Yan. At the same time, he also met song Yan, a woman that is particularly important and indispensable to their father and son.
Little steamed stuffed bun's eyes soon caught Li Qingyu's figure. He hummed coldly and continued to eat his food with relish.
Song Yan saw Li Qingyu coming over and smiled, "I bought fried chicken wings. Would you like some?"
Li Qingyu glanced at the fried chicken wings with a light look in his eyes and frowned. He obviously disdained it and said in a cool voice, "you can buy less junk food for him in the future."
"It's only once in a while, not often. Do you have such a big opinion?" Song Yan complained back to him a little. She felt that if he continued to live with the steamed stuffed bun alone, the steamed stuffed bun would be developed into a stuffy gourd by him. There was no childlike innocence at all.
Fortunately, God let her meet their father and son. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine what the current steamed stuffed bun would look like.
"Mom, I said dad was so annoying that he restricted me in everything." The steamed stuffed bun also complained, "he also said that you want me to raise it as a girl."
"I want you to be my prince." Song Yan looked at him and replied with a spoiled face.
"I am the prince." The steamed stuffed bun looked at Li Qingyu and asked with a smile, "is Dad a eunuch?"
"Pooh, ha..." Song Yan couldn't help laughing. How could little steamed stuffed bun say such words? She glanced at Li Qingyu and saw that his whole face was black. She must be very angry.
Sure enough
The steamed stuffed bun was carried to him by Li Qingyu and stared at him coldly, "smelly boy, dare you say I'm a eunuch and tired of living?"
The steamed stuffed bun pursed her lips and dared not speak. Instead, she looked at Song Yan for help.
Li Qingyu knew he would move to save the soldiers, so he said, "it's no use looking at your mother again, you smelly boy. If I were a eunuch, where did you jump out? Believe it or not, I'll have another one with your mother right away."
The steamed stuffed bun just looked at him and didn't speak, but he didn't scare him.
Song Yan couldn't see it anymore and began to help the steamed stuffed bun. "He's just a child. He doesn't think so much when talking. He hasn't said what he said. If you scare him so much now, he doesn't know what his fault is."
"On TV." The steamed stuffed bun suddenly spoke.
Song Yan suddenly remembered that she seemed to be watching a Qing palace opera recently. There were some men talking about women. He asked her what those people were doing at that time, and she returned to him and said they were eunuchs.
But she didn't expect that he would suddenly say to describe his father.
"Baby, the eunuch on TV is not my father. Don't talk like that in the future." Song Yan brought him over and smiled at Li Qingyu. "Don't scare him too seriously. After all, he's young and doesn't understand many things. You should teach him slowly, don't you?"
Li Qingyu's eyes showed a faint helplessness, "I didn't say you. You really can't spoil him too much. You see, he's as delicate as a girl now."
"I'm a little man." The steamed stuffed bun shouted at him angrily.
Song Yan also gave Li Qingyu a white look. "Where does my son look like a delicate girl? He is clearly a man with great responsibility."
"Yes." Little steamed stuffed bun answered angrily, but he saw many girls in the kindergarten like to cry, so when Li Qingyu said he was like a girl, he would have such a great rejection.
"Your mother and son are all venting from the same nostril, but I can't say you two." Li Qingyu admits defeat wisely, so that he won't quarrel with song Yan because of this problem.
The mother and son snorted coldly together.
**
The happy time of the weekend passed in the twinkling of an eye. Song Yan and Li Qingyu devoted themselves to their work in the new week, and the steamed stuffed bun was also sent to the kindergarten.
Li Qingyu returned to the company. First, he had an early meeting. Then, he met several important guests.
Close to lunch, fan Ming came in with a stack of documents.
"Boss, these documents need your review and signature. I'll put them on your desktop."
Li Qingyu first picked up the first one and opened it. It was about the endorsement of Shengshi group's jewelry brand. He had read and signed such documents before without too much interference. However, this time, the selected spokesperson was Wu youyou.
He immediately curled his lips and sneered, "fan Ming, you should inform the advertising department to replace the spokesperson, and all brands of Shengshi group should refuse to cooperate with Wu youyou!"
He has no grievances with this Wu Youyou, but she is so unkind to his woman. He has to give her some color to see.
"Boss, I know what to do." Fan Ming knew that Li Qingyu wanted to include Wu youyou in the blacklist of group cooperation, which was tantamount to blocking her on a small scale.
If Li Qingyu were more cruel, she could be completely blocked, so that she would never turn over in the entertainment industry.
Li Qingyu has been reviewing the documents. At lunch time, fan Ming went out to eat and casually packed his lunch to bring it back. In fact, song Yan called to remind him.
"Boss, have lunch first and then get busy." Fan Ming put the packed lunch on the tea table. "My wife asked me to bring it for you."
Hearing the speech, Li Qingyu raised his head and asked, "has xiaorou been here?"
"My wife called to ask me to bring it for you. She was worried that you would forget the meal time when you were busy." Fan Ming explained to him.
"Yes." After he finished reading a document he was reading and signed it, he got up and went to the tea table to sit down and have lunch.
After lunch, Li Qingyu called song Yan.
Song Yan quickly answered his phone and said, "have you had lunch?"
"With your supervision, do I dare not eat?" The corners of Li Qingyu's mouth rose, and it felt really good to be concerned.