Early the next morning, Chun Yuli was dressed in black, carried the little guy into the car, and stuffed the filled milk into his arms.

"I like seat belts!"

"Got it!"

Sibao put the bottle aside, skillfully fastened the seat belt of the child's exclusive seat, picked up the bottle and began to drink milk. Chun Yuli got into the car from the other side, checked it, and then started the car and drove in the direction of the kindergarten.

"In kindergarten, don't fight with other children, listen to the teacher. Remember to call if you have something, the number is in your mobile phone, remember to carry the phone with you. ”

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the place, Chun Yuli told Sibao uneasily, afraid that he would accidentally have an accident and would not be able to go back by himself.

"I see."

Sibao unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and got out of the car, Chun Yuli sat in the car and watched him say hello to the teacher, followed the other children into the kindergarten, and then drove the car away.

When he returned to the office, the heavy work was waiting for him, and not long after he sat down, Secretary Hong knocked on the door and came in to deliver documents for signing.

"Secretary Hong, buy all the classic call storybooks and send them all to the apartment."

Secretary Hong, who had already turned around, paused and looked back at him with astonishment, Chun Yuli was annoyed to death in his heart, but he still kept a straight face and pretended to work seriously. Dead and alive refused to let people find out about his embarrassment.

Secretary Hong has been following him for so long, how could he not understand his habits at all, and know that she has stepped on a minefield. After being stunned for a moment, he reacted decisively and quickly, and even the steps were ready.

"The president is such a good father."

Secretary Hong felt that he was smiling so fakely, and after quickly taking notes, he turned around and walked out of the office, eager to install a pair of hot wheels under his feet.

The person left, Chun Yuli was stunned for a while, and then shook his head and began to get busy.

Outside the mosque, Yanfu Ningyue, who was dressed in black tights, stood not far away with his subordinates, watching the women who came and went into the temple, and suddenly his head was big.

"How do you find someone? Dressed almost the same, all with their heads covered! She looked at the crowd in frustration, her face turning blue.

The man behind him explained very calmly: "Today is Fatima Death Day, and Muslim women from all over the world will gather in the mosque for a solemn event. ”

Yanfu Ningyue: "......"

She doesn't believe in Buddhism, she doesn't believe in Islam, she only believes in herself.

Yanfu Ningyue looked at the crowd, gritted her teeth and said, "Go!" ”

"We're not looking for it?" The man asked, surprised, apparently not quite believing what he had just heard.

Yanfu Ningyue shook her head, "I won't look for it." ”

I don't want her to find her, so I don't bother to think about it, but she will use another more enthusiastic way to let her appear in front of her. She didn't believe it, could that mysterious person stop it for a lifetime?

Yanfu Ningyue was ruthless, got into the car, leaned on the back of the chair, and said coldly: "Contact the major media, gather in the conference room of the hotel at three o'clock this afternoon, and buy it directly if you don't come." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Got it." ”

After the car drove away, a young girl came out of the mosque, dressed in white, with long hair wrapped in a headscarf, and only a pair of beautiful big eyes.

"Daddy!"