Chapter 722: Ginger is still old and spicy
The majestic figure walked towards her, the light behind him facing the door was dazzling, Gu Qianqian couldn't see the expression on his face at all, and his little hands twisted the hem of his skirt nervously......
"Stupid woman."
Qi Mingye hugged Gu Qianqian into his arms with his big hand, and cursed in a doting voice.
Isn't it necessary to look at him with such flustered eyes?!
He hadn't seen how exaggerated she was, and he was afraid that he would dislike her!
Qi Mingye put his arm around Gu Qianqian, and his deep eyes glanced at Gu Yuanbao on the side, Gu Yuanbao immediately felt a thrill and climbed down from the coffee table.
Walking up to the old man of the emperor, he looked up at the pink and tender little handsome face, "Grandpa, you have heard it, the baby is counting, the assets are only afraid to be counted, the baby has his own power, and he is not short of money, and it doesn't matter if he is surnamed Emperor or not." ”
Not only is it unimportant, but it is not even necessary.
The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, once you really enter the ancestral hall of the emperor's family, the rise and fall of the entire emperor's family in the future will have to be carried on your shoulders.
The imperial family is now the first family in country K, and there is no way to create a higher peak, but if you are not careful, your status will not be guaranteed.
If you make a mistake and take a small step, it will affect the whole body.
Compared to what he gets, it is obvious that Gu Yuanbao has to pay more for the emperor's family.
"How can it not matter!"
The old man finally understood what Gu Yuanbao meant, and then he found that he was put in a position by a little kid, his face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he shouted angrily.
The figure was a little more sloppy, faintly declining, and he sat on the chair unwillingly.
With his palm pressed to his chest, he held his breath and said in a cold voice, "There is no need to talk about this matter anymore, you are still young, wait a few years to discuss this issue!" ”
Ginger is still old and spicy!
The old man said lightly, and after a few years of discussion, he wanted to turn the page.
"Grandpa, didn't you just say it yourself, can the baby make decisions for himself?"
Gu Yuanbao was not so easy to deal with, blinking his big crystal eyes, looking at the old man innocently.
The old man instantly remembered that he had been by a four-and-a-half-year-old child, and his face suddenly turned a little paler.
The phalanges of the palm of the hand pressed against the chest were slightly bent, and I used my strength.
"Qi Mingye, grandpa's state is not quite right, didn't you say that grandpa had a heart valve transplant more than a year ago, and if he was stimulated by ingots, would he be so angry that he had a heart attack?"
Gu Qianqian glanced up, ignoring the apprehension in his heart, and asked in a low voice.
Are they going to do it in moderation?!
The matter of whether or not to enter the emperor's ancestral hall can be talked about slowly, and it is good for them to stand firm, in case the emperor is so angry with her son that he is killed, they will have a restless conscience for the rest of their lives.
"There's no hurry."
Qi Mingye backhanded Gu Qianqian's hand pulling the hem of his clothes, and comforted him softly.
He is a doctor, and he can see at a glance how far the emperor's state has come.
Not only Qi Mingye could see it, but Gu Yuanbao also saw it.
The soft and glutinous little body moved, approached the old man a few points, and half lay on the lap of the old man, his big crystal eyes were cunning, and only full of seriousness remained.
One word at a time, "Grandpa, are you happy?" ”
"You have grandma, uncle, aunt, and little buns, even Daddy and Mommy, they care about you very much, are you happy?"
The old man of the emperor followed Gu Yuanbao's words, swept the people in the living room, pursed his lips and did not say a word, but the warmth in his eyes had already said everything.