As a boss with a long mouth, Jing Zeheng will never allow misunderstandings between children and him.

There is no misunderstanding that is unclear about confession and leniency, even if she can't confess for the time being, she has to be given enough security.

A cloudy style of doing things is by no means something that a person with an IQ level of the passing line should do, and ambiguous words are not something that a normal person who has learned to talk to his parents can say. Z.br>

What's more, he, a thirty-year-old person, has to let her twenty-two guess his mind...... Isn't that bullying a child?

Jing Zeheng didn't want to bully children, he just wanted to do what a thirty-year-old should do.

"Jing Zeheng, is your bed collapsing? What's the matter if you don't leave here?"

Shen Fanyin wrapped herself into a little snowman with a soft silk quilt, only revealing her small head, and looked at Jing Zeheng who occupied most of her bed with wary eyes.

The milk voice after crying was soft and glutinous, and she blinked her reddish eyes and glared at him with the most ferocious eyes.

Jing Zeheng leaned lazily on the head of the bed, and the black pajamas on his body were unbuttoned, revealing a slight muscle outline, lustful and flirtatious.

He looked at her, smiling and his voice low and gentle, as if he was afraid that he would scare her if he spoke a little louder: "You have been crying for too long, I am afraid that you will want to drink water at night."

Shen Fanyin: "I have my own hands, I can drink by myself."

Jing Zeheng showed a questioning expression towards the small group in front of him, as if asking: Where are your hands?

Shen Fanyin looked at his provocative eyes, stretched out his hand with great effort, and just wanted to wave his claws to prove himself, his hand reached out to her like lightning, grabbed Rouyi, and dragged her into his arms.

The quilt was scattered, Shen Fanyin let out a low breath, leaned forward uncontrollably, and threw himself into his arms.

Jing Zeheng chuckled and pinched her face, trapped the person in his arms, and reached out to pull the quilt to wrap her again.

"What are you afraid of, I won't do anything to you." He chuckled and kissed her lightly, "I just want to hug you for a while."

Shen Fanyin blinked his eyes and whispered, "I'm afraid Uncle Wang will know."

Jing Zeheng was stunned, and then looked at her suspiciously: "Can't say it yet?"

"Of course." Shen Fanyin was confident, "I'm not ready yet."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

It's a long way to practice.

"Brother."

I don't know how long it took, Shen Fanyin suddenly called him.

"Huh?"

Jing Zeheng lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Shen Fanyin frowned slightly, looked up at him, and asked cautiously, "Do you think I'm troublesome like this?"

Jing Zeheng tucked the quilt corner for her, and then said, "No."

"Really?"

"I've never bowed my head to anyone, let alone accommodating, but if it's you, I'm willing to do it."

The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth rose uncontrollably, she rubbed twice, and pecked him quickly on the face.

She couldn't help but be in exchange for a storm, and her bedtime was delayed by someone again and again.

So much so that Shen Fanyin got up late the next day.

Uncle Wang looked at the mysterious two people, and always felt that something was strange.

Whether it was yesterday when the eldest young master asked him to call the door, or the state of the two of them when they had breakfast today, it was full of strangeness.

He had doubts in his heart, but he consciously didn't ask anything, he couldn't see it, and it was impossible for him to make a small report.

Shen Fanyin trembled in fear for a while, and when he saw that Uncle Wang had no strange expression, his hanging heart gradually calmed down.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head to meet Jing Zeheng's smiling eyes.

Shen Fanyin was stunned, glaring as if warning, although he knew that there was no deterrent, he had to show his attitude!

Before she could figure out a more ferocious appearance to convince him, the phone became noisy.

"Mu Mu." Shen Fanyin picked up the phone in a good mood, and her tone was relaxed and happy.

Su Mu was in no mood to ask her

Where did the good mood come from, and said sullenly, "Yinyin, the cloth imported by the Yang family has been detained at customs."

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Then you have to talk to Qianqian."

What's the use of telling her this? Can she still kick the customs officer in a sack and force him to return the goods?

"It's the batch that came," Su Mu said a little tiredly, "Qianqian is already looking for a relationship, I'll just tell you."

Shen Fanyin couldn't help frowning.

She could probably guess who would do this kind of cut-off of the supply.

She estimated that Yang Qian would not come back to this batch of goods.

After being silent for a long time, Su Mu still didn't ask Shen Fanyin to ask Jing Zeheng for help, and only said, "Let's see if there is anything that can be replaced, and if it's a big deal, change it."

"No," Shen Fanyin said, "If the relationship doesn't work, don't let her try again, I can handle it." You tell her to check it out first......

Shen Fanyin whispered a long list, explaining everything, as if he was afraid that Su Mu would miss a word in his words.

With such a serious appearance, even Uncle Wang could see that there was trouble coming to her door again.

He quietly retreated to the kitchen and asked the chef to boil a pot of herbal tea that cleared the heat and removed the fire.

Shen Fanyin was talking while drinking milk, and when he hung up the phone, a glass of milk had already been drunk.

Jing Zeheng listened to the general situation, and it was not difficult to guess what trouble she was in.

He said, "I know a few people from the customs, if you need it, I'll make a call."

"No, I don't." Shen Fanyin smiled like a flower, "I know it in my heart."

Shen Fanyin smiled, and Mr. Jing panicked.

But this time he was very sure that the child's spearhead was not directed at him.

Seeing her steady look, he thought for a moment and then asked with some hesitation, "Are the goods there for your current clothes?"

Shen Fanyin looked at him in surprise, and after being stunned for a long time, he asked with admiration in his eyes: "Brother, you can also use tarot cards for divination?"

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

Not to mention what kind of divination it is, he doesn't even know what a tarot card is.

Suddenly I feel that there is a generation gap between myself and my child.

His silence was regarded by Shen Fanyin as the modesty of a fortune-telling boss, if it wasn't for the fact that it was almost time to go to work, she really wanted Jing Zeheng to give her a calculation, and she didn't know what was going on this year, one thing after another, making her physically and mentally exhausted.

As irritable as Shen Fanyin, I am afraid that the only person who wants to divinate is Yang Qian.

Yang's brand import and export demand is very large, and the relationship with the customs has always been very good, but this time, all her relationships are avoiding this matter, as if they are afraid of being implicated.

In the end, an uncle with the best relationship vaguely told her that she should not think about this batch of goods, it was impossible to release it for her, so that she could plan early.

was so angry that Yang Qian almost smashed his phone.

Although Su Mu told her that she didn't have to force it, she still couldn't rest assured, if the production line was dragged down by raw materials, the loss of Yang's every day would be tens of millions.

Now that he is at the helm, he can't just watch the crisis approach and not save himself.

Yang Qian pondered for a long time, and finally picked up the mobile phone again and dialed the phone that she knew by heart but was unwilling to dial again in her life.