Chapter 1: What kind of prize is this?

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In the gorgeous and bright hotel, the sound of the violin is melodious.

Surrounded by champagne roses, several giant long tables sit in the center of the hotel room, with crystal chandeliers on which food is plentiful and tall champagne towers that sparkle with stars.

A host stood on the stage: "Now we will announce the list of the first prize of the annual meeting, and the winner will receive a prize of 1 million." ”

As soon as the host's words fell, everyone in the audience instantly became noisy-

"Wow, a million, the boss is too generous!"

"I also want to win a million, but unfortunately I just won the lottery and there is no chance of a lottery."

……

Today is the day of the annual meeting of Jin Group, in order to reward employees for a year's hard work, the boss specially prepared a lottery, including eight first prizes, twelve second prizes, thirty-six third prizes, and ordinary awards accounted for 70% of the company's employees.

Even the aunt who swept the floor in the company's logistics department won 100,000 yuan, and it can be said that the winning rate is very high.

But!!!

Su Nianwei stood in the middle of everyone, feeling a little bitter in her heart, did she go out and step on shit today?

I didn't even win a rice cooker with an ordinary prize!

Hearing the host read out the list of first prizes, Su Nianwei said in her heart-

Sure enough, there was still no her! Can this company still be good? What about the unity and camaraderie among colleagues?

At this moment, the soft and cute voice of the little milk bag came from his ears: "Cut, just one million, what about the begging person?" ”

Su Nianwei lowered her head and looked at it, this little milk bag was met at the door of the hotel when she came to attend the annual meeting just now, and she heard him introduce that she also came to the annual meeting with her parents, but she was lost at the door of the hotel, so Su Nianwei kindly brought him in.

This is a four or five-year-old boy, who looks like a pink carving, under his thick eyelashes, a pair of watery eyes, a small face that is as tender as glutinous rice dumplings, and he is wearing a new and fashionable brand all over his body, which is even better than the child stars in the TV series.

Su Nianwei twitched the corners of her lips, she didn't know who the parents of this little doll were, looking at his famous brand, plus what he said just now, eighty percent of the young master of the company's high-level management, but, as far as she knows, those high-level executives seem to be from the bald grandfathers.

It seems that no senior leader of the right age can have such a young son.

Could it be...... Old and old?

Looking at the degree to which this little bun is favored and spoiled, Su Nianwei speculated that this is really the case.

At this moment, Xiao Baozi raised his head again and said with a hopeful gaze: "Sister, why don't you marry my father." ”

Burst......

Su Nianwei almost squirted out a sip of wine: "...... Thanks, that's not necessary. ”

Xiao Baozi wrinkled his face, pursed his lips and said unhappily: "Why, my father is rich and handsome!" ”

Su Nianwei said in her heart: No matter how handsome she looks, she can't resist Xie Ding's bald head! She didn't want to be a little wife to an old man.

Su Nianwei thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Little baby, who is your father, will my sister take you to him?" My sister is leaving after attending the annual meeting, and it's not safe to leave you here alone, and your father will be anxious and worried when he finds out that you are gone. ”

"My Dad ......"

I don't know why, when it comes to his father, Xiao Baozi's eyes wander a little, and he seems to be in a weak heart.

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