Zhao Jing only felt a cold aura rushing towards his face, and then found himself standing in a space full of mist.

In front of the space, there are two clouds of mist of unique colors, one golden and the other white.

Zhao Jing carefully observed the two clouds of fog and found that the golden mist exuded a solemn and mysterious quality, while the white mist appeared very fragile and ordinary.

Immediately after, the two clouds of mist began to approach, like two soft marshmallows, slowly melting together.

But this fusion process was not smooth, the golden mist dominated, and the white mist kept rolling, as if it could not withstand the masculinity and domineering of the golden mist.

In order to neutralize this masculinity and domineering, there seems to be a force to promote fusion in the underworld, forcibly pulling another cold breath into the mist where gold and white intersect.

The cold breath is like a catalyst in the process of chemical reaction, promoting the positive progress of the reaction. The process of fusion of golden and white mist is this chemical reaction process.

Time passed, and the two golden and white mist finally fused perfectly with a gray mist under the adjustment of the cold aura.

However, in the gray mist, the catalyst that does not participate in this chemical reaction is left in it, so that the temperature of the gray mist gradually drops and tends to be cold.

……

"Daddy!"

"Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy ......"

Zhao Yuan stood by the bed and shouted for a long time, but he didn't wake up Zhao Jing, and his mouth was bulging with anger.

So she took off her shoes and climbed into bed, standing on the bed like her mother hugging her chest, with a helpless face.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, and he walked in front of his father, his little feet stepped on the mattress,

Knees

bounce

sat on Zhao Jing's lower abdomen......

After a "poof", there was a long moan from the room,

Moans of pain......

Zhao Jing sat up abruptly at the waist, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and his tongue seemed to be ripped out.

Zhao Yuan was upset by him and directly overturned on the bed, his buttocks pouted, and his little face was deeply sunk into the mattress.

……

When Zhao Jing dragged the innocent Zhao Yuan downstairs with a dark face, Zhao Feiyan was wearing an apron and making breakfast.

When he turned around and saw the expressions of the two, he asked casually: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhao Jing threw his daughter on the chair, pointed at the little girl, and said to his daughter-in-law: "This little kid should be repaired well, it's not okay to skin it like this." ”

In his impression, Zhao Yuan is obviously very well-behaved, why did he get along for two days and found that she was actually so unexpected......

Zhao Yuan put his hands on the corners of his mouth, pulled away a grimace, and stuck out his tongue: "Yuan Yuan is not a little child!" Mom said I wasn't a kid and I could count within ten. ”

When will count from one to ten becomes the standard for children to be smart......

Zhao Jing couldn't cry or laugh, looked at her, pointed to the house opposite the window, and teased her with a smile: "The little boy on the other side will count from one to a hundred." Can Zhao Yuan count? ”

Zhao Yuan stopped talking now, lowered his head and snapped his fingers.

"One, two, three, four, five!"

Zhao Yuan picked up his other hand again,

"Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten......"

Looking at his hands, Zhao Yuan opened his mouth and was stunned.

Hey? What about Eleven? Why is Eleven gone?!

Stunned, she also felt in her heart that other children could count to a hundred, and she couldn't count because she only had ten fingers.

After thinking for a while, she said, "Although I can't count to a hundred, ...... But I'm not a stupid child, Mom said! ”

"But did mom say you're a smart kid?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Yuan nodded firmly, raised his chin, and said proudly to Zhao Jing: "Mom said that Yuanyuan is as smart as Dad!" ”

Zhao Yuan accidentally told the truth that his mother is so high-IQ, but her daughter is so stupid.

Zhao Jing: "......"

Zhao Feiyan, who was carrying the fried eggs of the father and daughter on her back, was used to a bland or cold face, and secretly flew over a good-looking smile.

After breakfast, Zhao Feiyan dressed up and went to the company.

said to be dressing up, but in fact, it is to coil your hair and change into a customized conservative women's professional suit, which immediately reflects the temperament of a boss.

In Zhao Jing's impression, Sister Yan has never used any cosmetics except skin cream and sunscreen. It's really this face that is favored by fairies, and it's better to wear no makeup than makeup.

As for Zhao Feiyan saying to hand over the work, Zhao Jing doesn't understand it very much, what kind of work are you going to hand over as a big boss and chairman behind the scenes.

And her master, Sister Zhuang, is coming over, what's going on? Zhao Feiyan left without explaining clearly, and the second monk of Zhao Jing was confused.

Zhao Yuan was pestering him and yelling to go out to play, when his phone rang.

It was an unknown call, and Zhao Jing answered it.

"Hey, hello!"

"Hello, is it Mr. Zhao Jing himself?" The voice on the other side was gentle, but I could hear it, and there was a feeling of exhaustion.

I couldn't tell that it was someone I knew, Zhao Jing was slightly puzzled, and replied: "It's me, do you have something?" ”

"I'm Zhuang Yan, Zhao Dong originally arranged for me to go to your house today, but there was an emergency at my house, so I shouldn't be able to ...... today You slut...... Which thief are you talking to......

"Doot toot!"

Zhao Jing looked at the phone that hung up, it seemed that there was really an emergency.

Although he didn't know the other party, and he didn't know why the other party called Sister Yan "Zhao Dong" so respectful, but since Zhao Feiyan called the other party Master, he couldn't sit idly by.

After thinking about it, I still dialed Zhao Feiyan's phone.

Homing Group, Conference Room.

A group of successful people in suits and leather shoes, both men and women, but they are all old, many in their forties and fifties, and Zhao Feiyan, who is sitting in the main seat, is the youngest.

However, the powerful aura exuded from this youngest woman at this moment made everyone feel pressured.

In this group of people, there are many old guys who have been fighting in the mall for many years, and in front of Zhao Feiyan, they are as quiet as a quail.

Just when the conference room was silent and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was dripping, the mobile phone in front of Zhao Feiyan vibrated and broke the silence.

The bigwigs present looked at each other one by one, and when the meeting was held, everyone wondered how Boss Zhao, who was so strict in his work, would bring a mobile phone into the meeting.

Originally, I thought that I would just do it casually, and the phone must have been muted, but now it rang at a critical moment.

The style of painting is very wrong!

What surprised them even more was that the notoriously stern female devil actually got up on the spot, picked up her mobile phone and walked out, leaving a group of high-level people suspicious.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Feiyan went straight back to the office and answered the phone.

"There seems to be something wrong with your master's side, she called me just now, and there was a dispute over there before she finished speaking." Zhao Jing said on the phone.

After hearing this, Zhao Feiyan frowned slightly. She knew some of the situation in Zhuang Yan's family, and Zhuang Yan called Zhao Jing directly to ask for leave, definitely not wanting to trouble herself.

After a long groan, he said to Zhao Jing: "You help me go to her house first, I can't leave here for the time being." ”

Zhao Jing was stunned, it seemed that Sister Yan cared about Zhuang Yan very much, so she immediately agreed.

As soon as the phone was hung up, a message came, which was Zhuang Yan's home address.

Zhao Jing looked at it, it was about ten kilometers, and it was quite close to home, no wonder Sister Yan would let herself go first.

Since it was explained by Sister Yan, there will definitely be no danger.

He took Zhao Yuan's little hand, who was holding his leg, and said to her, "Go, take you to your Aunt Zhuang's house." ”

Zhao Yuan knew Aunt Zhuang, and she was usually very good to herself, so she nodded.