Warm is not familiar with the Lu Group, so she naturally looks more carefully, looking for them one by one.

Finally, she reached for a warehouse with a closed door, and she reached out to open the door, but it was pitch black and silent.

"Little one?" she called out tentatively, hoping that someone would give her an answer, but she forgot that the little one could not speak.

The little one is probably not here.

Wen Wen sighed, let go of her hand, and the door slowly closed, but a short black shadow suddenly burst out from inside, slammed into her lap, and hugged her deadly.

Warm subconsciously lifted his legs and lifted the little guy hanging on his lap to a bright place.

"So you're here, little one! Great, I've finally found it!"

When Nuan Wen saw that he was holding his child, his heart suddenly softened, and he touched his fluffy broken hair, and pinched his soft little face.

The little guy hugged her legs, and tried to raise a white and tender little face to see the warmth, and the mouth opened a small arc, revealing a shallow small pear vortex under the corner of the mouth.

"Why did you come here?" Wen Wen squatted down, on the same level as him, and asked softly, "Your father is worried about you, don't run around next time, you know?"

In fact, Wen Wen was still a little surprised, she thought that children were very good-looking, she was so ugly now, she thought that the little guy would definitely not get close to her, but she didn't expect that she was wrong.

The little guy didn't answer her, but picked up the little notebook hanging around his neck and wrote on it stroke by stroke: "Pretty aunt, why do you put on makeup? You didn't put on makeup yesterday."

Nuan subconsciously said "ah", touched his face, and was really a little surprised: "In this way, you can still recognize me?"

The little one's dark, obsidian-like eyes blinked a few times, nodded earnestly, and grabbed a warm finger with his little hand and clenched it tightly.

Nuan also winked at him, raised his little thumb, and whispered: "Baby, this is Auntie's secret, can you help Auntie keep this secret?" ”

The little guy thought about it, stretched out his other hand and gently hooked the warm little finger, his eyes were shining, his pink little face was full of smiles, and he wrote in the small notebook: Pretty aunt, I want to eat KFC, and Baba always won't take me to eat.

Think about it, how could a person like Lu Jingchuan allow his son to eat this kind of junk food?

Nuan raised her brows in embarrassment: "But Dad doesn't allow it, and Aunt doesn't dare to take you to eat." ”

As soon as he heard this, the little guy immediately threw away the notebook in his hand, and stepped forward again, with a bag of tears in his eyes, and his red mouth was almost turned into a wavy line aggrievedly.

Ouch, poor little one.

The little guy's gaze at people like this is really easy to soften people's hearts, warm and tangled, and finally agreed, flicked the little guy's forehead, and said dotingly: "Okay, then my aunt will take you to eat KFC, you can't tell Dad." ”

The little one immediately clenched his fists to show loyalty, like a puppy wagging its tail.

The warmth was so cute by the little guy that he couldn't do it, picked up the little guy and returned to Lu Jingchuan's office door, and happened to see him walking out of another elevator with a gloomy face, and the whole person exuded a cold atmosphere.

Seeing him, Nuan hurriedly hugged the little guy and walked over: "Mr. Lu, I found the little master." ”

Lu Jingchuan saw the little guy obediently nestled in his warm arms, his eyebrows that had been locked were slightly loosened, his thin lips opened slightly, but his voice suppressed a thin anger: "A-Ning, come to me." ”

As soon as the little guy heard his father's tone, he immediately hugged his warm neck, shook his head like a rattle, and showed a very resolute attitude.

The little guy's fear and warmth were felt, and when he saw that there were people around him who were watching with their necks stretched, he couldn't help but say to Lu Jingchuan: "Mr. Lu, children are also ......"

Lu Jingchuan glanced at her first, and that glance almost made the warm body stiff.

is worthy of being a big guy who can make Jiang Cheng tremble with a casual stomp, just at this glance, he reveals full coercion.

The man's slightly narrowed eyes were cold and indifferent, and then he glanced to the side lightly, which silenced a circle of people, and finally he put his gaze back on the somewhat miserable face of the warmth, and said in a deep voice: "Come to my office." ”

In the office that occupies a large area, the soft creature who refuses to come down is warmly hugged in her arms, and some don't know what to do: "Mr. Lu, this ......"

Lu Jingchuan sat down in his swivel chair, pinched his eyebrows with a little headache, his voice was a little low and a little hoarse, and repeated the sentence just now: "A-Ning, come to me." ”

The little guy frowned first, pursed his lips again, lowered his head and wrote a few words, and after reading it to his father, he turned around and hugged his warm neck like lightning, for fear that his father, who was not very good-tempered, would tear him away at once.

Wen Wen saw a huge English word in the notebook, and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

The little one's immature font reads: No.

Lu Jingchuan also pursed his lips, and there was a pear vortex like the little guy under the corner of his lips, shallow, but he didn't know how much more indifference he felt than the little guy.

He looked the warmth up and down with scrutinizing eyes, and it was uncomfortable to see the warmth.

Lu Jingchuan was wondering, why did this kid show his affection for two completely different women yesterday and today? You must know that the difference between these two women is not ordinary.

Yesterday he was young and beautiful, and today he is a little less satisfactory in comparison.

Warm hugging the little guy to play on the sofa, the little guy likes to lie in her arms and be coquettish, the soft little face rubs against her face, and accidentally rubs a touch of powder.

The makeup powder was obvious on the little guy's face, and the warmth was afraid of being seen, so he panicked, and subconsciously went to see Lu Jingchuan.

Lu Jingchuan lowered his head and read the documents, not caring what the woman and a dumpling next to him were doing.

Wen Wen breathed a sigh of relief, gently wiped the powder from the little guy's face with his fingertips, and whispered to him: "Don't rub off your aunt's makeup, otherwise your aunt will be exposed." ”

The little one looked at her in surprise, then nodded vigorously and smiled cutely.

Soon it was time to eat, and the little guy who was happy to play with Warm did not cry out that he was hungry, but his stomach was "gurgling" very appropriately.

The little guy's face turned red for a moment, and he covered his little belly embarrassedly, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

It's such a shame to have a ringing stomach in front of a beautiful aunt!

The little one was quiet for a few seconds, slid down from his warm legs, stepped out of his short legs and ran to his father's lap, grabbed his knees like a puppy, and held up his notebook to show him.

"Hungry?" Lu Jingchuan put down the pen and looked at his son, his thin lips hooked slightly, but his expression was still dull, and he asked, "You think of me when you are hungry?"

The little guy pursed his mouth and patted his shriveled little belly.

The pitiful appearance made Lu Jingchuan almost think that he had abused him, and he stretched out his hand a little helplessly, and lifted the little bun to his lap with one hand and sat on it, "I'll let Li Qiao deliver the meal, Miss Wen, you ......"