Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

Duan Yarong and An Yue were startled, and after looking at each other, they couldn't help but chuckle. (((Cartino Novel Network www.novelmtl.com)))

Lele looked up at the crowd with a blank face, wondering why they were all laughing at him because he was clearly talking about a very serious topic?

Thinking about this, Lele became more and more aggrieved, her small mouth slumped, and tears had begun to roll in her eye sockets.

Today is the weekend. At this time on weekdays, Zhao Youlin will take him to play. Even if Zhao Youlin is not playing with him, there will be other people playing with him.

But everyone started to get busy early this morning, Zhao Yulin and Duan Yarong couldn't get away, and even the servants couldn't spare time to play with Lele.

Lele had no choice but to retreat, and tossed around obediently for a day, and was so bored that he ran down from the upper floor.

Seeing An Yue who was talking to Duan Yarong downstairs, Lele's eyes lit up. Before he could think about it, he rushed towards An Yue like a small cannonball, but didn't want An Yue to laugh at him. The child is even more aggrieved.

Seeing Lele, she would cry loudly. An Yue stopped her smile and said in a frantic manner: "Sister An Yue is not smiling, it's her sister. Don't cry Lele, Sister will accompany you to play."

Compared with An Yue's panic, Duan Yarong was much more calm. After listening to An Yue's words, she twisted her eyebrows and reminded her disapprovingly: "LeLe, you can't call her sister An Yue in the future."

Lele's attention was suddenly attracted, and he didn't even care about crying, and said with curiosity: "Why can't you call me sister?"

"Because she will soon become your uncle's wife, so you have to call her aunt."

"Uncle's wife?" Lele bit her fingers and looked at this and that, looking confused.

"Um..." Duan Yarong paused, then pointed at Han Yichen, "This is your mother's brother, you want to call him uncle."

Lele recognized that the uncle in front of him had been to the house last time and had dinner with them. He nodded faintly and yelled, "Uncle."

The child's crisp voice had a hint of imperceptible aegyo, even Han Yichen couldn't help softening the facial lines when he heard this call, nodded and uttered a word: "Good."

Duan Yarong hurriedly introduced: "Your sister An Yue is your uncle's fiancee. After they get married, they will be married, just like Lele's parents, so Lele can't call you sister An Yue anymore. Auntie."

The poor child was so completely dizzy by the adult. He looked at this and that with big eyes in confusion, and finally yelled at An Yue unsurely: "Auntie."

An Yue blushed at the shout of his aunt, but Duan Yarong happily hugged Lele and kissed him: "My baby grandson is so smart, okay, Yueyue, take Lele over to eat something. , If you are hungry, you should also eat a little cushion to cushion your stomach. Lele, you take your aunt around the house, okay?"

Lele originally wanted to pull An Yue to play with him, Duan Yarong's proposal hit his arms, and he happily pulled An Yue to go out.

An Yue touched the bracelet on her hand, hesitated, and smiled slightly: "Then...Mom, I'll take Lele to play first."

Duan Yarong knew that she accepted this, and said happily: "Go, let's go, we will come to you in a while, and we can tell the servants anything. I have already told them in advance, so you can treat this as yourself. Home is just fine."

An Yue responded softly, and turned and left with excited Lele.

Duan Yarong watched the big and the small leave, turned her head to focus on Han Yichen again, smiled and said with emotion: "A month ago, I never dared to sit with you like this."

Han Yichen's eyes flickered and said meaningfully: "In the future, there will be many opportunities like this, and there will be more and more people by your side."

Duan Yarong was stunned, and it took a while before he heard the unfinished words of Han Yichen's words, and the smile on his face became warmer and more relieved.

When Sun Fengzi arrived, it was the time when people came and went, and Zhao Yifei followed Sun Fengzi with excitement, looking for a beautiful young girl at the banquet as before.

Suddenly, Zhao Yifei paused, and his face sank in an instant. Looking at the talking and laughing young man not far away, there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

Sun Fengzi walked and found that her son hadn't followed up. She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Yifei, who was left behind, and wondered: "Yifei, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Yifei retracted his gaze, "I feel a little sick in my stomach. I want to go to the bathroom. You and Dad should go there first."

"Unwell in the stomach? Did you eat something unclean before? Does it matter, or let's go back to see the doctor first, anyway..."

"Are you annoying!" Before Sun Fengzi finished speaking, Zhao Yifei interrupted her impatiently, "Let you go first and go hurry up, @抡饷體鍪卪協俊br/>

The expression on Sun Fengzi's face suddenly stiffened, but the one in front of him was her own son, and she was not very angry, so she had to say embarrassed: "Then you go to the bathroom first, and remember to come to us when you come out."

"I see, I'm not a three-year-old kid, I'm so annoying, go!"

Sun Fengzi couldn't help but walked inside with Zhao Shunchang arrogantly asking for it.

When Zhao Yifei saw the two disappeared, he immediately turned and walked in the direction he had just looked at.

Zhao Youming was having a lively chat with a few of his wealthy bosses. These bosses were already confused by his skillful eloquence and polite appearance, and praised him a lot.

At this moment, a sneered sneer suddenly came from a few people behind them: "I said who is blocking this gate and attracting bees and butterflies like a peacock, it turns out that it is you, Zhao Youming."

Zhao Yuming was also taken aback when he heard this voice, and the cold light in his eyes flashed away. When he looked up, he was already surprised and delighted: "Cousin, you are back. When you returned to China, why didn't you tell us and Grandpa shouted?"

Zhao Yifei slowly walked in front of a few people, but when he heard Zhao Youming’s words, he smiled more and more contemptuously: "Who are you? Why should I tell you when I return? Also, what cousin, cousin is also Are you worthy of calling?"

Zhao Yuming's face was brushed white, and his face was full of grief: "Yi Fei, I know you have some prejudices and misunderstandings about me, but I am your cousin, and I have an irrefutable blood relationship with you. I am your elder. I won’t tell Grandpa what you said, but it’s better not to say it in front of other people in the future, otherwise, it will reach Grandpa’s ears, cousin, you just..."