Domineering CEO Is My Son

"Dad, don't be so innocent in the future." The capitalist Kang couldn't help but said: "If you can't say something nice, you don't care about gains and losses."

The child wore two lumps of blush, which was a little funny at first, but what he said was even more funny.

Yue Qin was a little curious: "Baby, what was your environment like before? How could you know so many principles?"

The child has no parents, which can actually be felt from his getting along with other people.

But the child's remarks made Yue Qin a little confused.

Mr. Kang was originally flirtatious, but this sentence brought him back to reality. He realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have said. What if he was guessed by the other party?

How do you explain it? It can't be now! Now is not a good time.

"Have you ever practiced in a trade union before?" As a result, the big-headed father looked at him and said suddenly.

"I heard from your teacher before that when you were in kindergarten, you fought for the welfare, wages, rest time, and equal pay for the same work."

Coupled with the hatred of the capitalists, it is appropriate to trade the elites with the public.

Mr. Kang was stunned. Does he have such an image in the eyes of the big father himself? Didn't he say that his family is rich? There is a housekeeper, a cook, a bodyguard, a gardener...There are more than 20 people working for him in the family.

"My family is rich!" The child couldn't bear it.

Yue Qin really didn't think about this problem, because after the children arrived at their home, they didn't have any richness and could eat everything.

"I almost forgot about it." Yue Qin remembered it, mainly because most people insisted that seeing is believing.

"It's mainly because you are in my house. I have never seen you picky eaters." From sukiyaki to rice-wrapped fried food, children eat everything that can be eaten.

Even the glutinous rice in the kitchen can be eaten by a child with a spoon.

It feels like it came from the Great Famine, it really doesn't look like a child raised in a rich family.

So even if he knew that the other party came from a rich family, he still subconsciously regarded him as a poor child without parents.

Mr. Kang felt that his self-esteem was hurt: "How can I not be picky eaters? I never eat your snail noodles!"

"You are really terrible, so smelly you can eat it!"

The big dad looked at the child and asked a fatal question: "Have you ever thought about how stinky we still eat so happily, and so many people love to eat, which shows how delicious it tastes."

The big dad looked at his son with satisfaction and was stupid for two seconds, then swallowed.

When Mr. Kang was dancing on the stage, he was still thinking about this question. So many people like to eat, and they also feel it smells bad, but everyone who has eaten it says it is delicious.

What does this show?

This shows that this is a delicacy that there is no way to replace it. If there are other flavors that can be substituted, it will definitely not smell the smelly taste.

No, no, there are so many delicacies in the world, it's not necessary, it's really unnecessary.

Doesn't hemp fragrant? Is the soup pot hot pot not tasty?

The kindergarten’s art performance ended at 3 pm, which can be said to have ended successfully. Parents stored a lot of photos and videos in their mobile phones.

Needless to say, most of these photos and videos will become the black history of children.

Mr. Kang is different. Those are not his black history. After all, when he grows up, this body belongs to Mr. Parrot.

The Yue Kang you are wearing a small skirt, painted blush, and jumping on the stage, what does it have to do with my Kang Yue!

Mr. Kang can imagine that at this moment, those children's mom and dad circle of friends has been swiped.

However, your mother will always be your mother.

Mr. Kang watched as he rushed home. The first thing was the violent mother who was sitting in front of the computer and began to edit pictures--

Mom! Really mother!

Dad and the little parrot went to the kitchen to cook, Mr. Kang stood on his mother, and saw her mother opened the PS and started a series of operations ---

"This makeup is not done well."

"The baby is actually very beautiful, but the eyes are a little swollen today. Mom will help you to eliminate the swelling."

"First add a filter to fill in the light."

The mothers of other people bring their own filters for their own mothers, and they add them manually.

Mom touched his head while editing the picture, and whispered, "Even if we wear women's clothing, we must be beautiful girls."

Mr. Kang: "..." It makes sense, and I can't refute it.

Brother Parrot, hurry up and thank your mother. Mr. Kang watched her mother put a monkey's **** and swollen eyes, and it looked black and dry due to the lighting problem, and turned it into a flower fairy.

It's almost like doing magic. Little by little, he becomes a little flower fairy. The child's eyes are big and round, and they are very watery.

No matter what angle you look at, she is a pretty little girl.

Mr. Kang and his violent mother admired it together. I have to say that the manual filter of the mother-in-law is really beautiful.

At this time, the violent mother's mobile phone rang, so she saw the violent mother answering the phone with one hand, and the other hand could continue to edit pictures.

After witnessing the birth of the little flower fairy in the world, Mr. Kang couldn't help but admire himself. In fact, he was so cute and beautiful when he was a child.

At that time, I should wear more skirts and leave some such beautiful photos.

Mr. Kang is not a big lady in women's clothing, he just got the adult's idea of ​​dressing a cute little boy in a nice dress.

Anyway, he is twenty-four years old and he is about 1.8 meters tall. It is absolutely impossible for him to wear a skirt because his eyes are too spicy.

The violent mother next to him said: "Is critically ill? I still hope he can wake up and at least give me a chance."

Xia Sheng hated the manager Kang especially since she was a child, and if she kept things in his heart, she would bear the hate for a lifetime, and it was a good thing to vent it out.

Mr. Kang, the macho man who was admiring himself next to him, was stiff.

As soon as the mother hung up the phone, the child couldn't help but whispered: "Mom, who is critically ill?"

His tone was pretending to be naive and curious.

Xia Sheng said: "A bad guy."

"Does mother really hate that bad guy?"

"It's not particularly annoying either."

President Kang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baby, don't tell your dad, it's not annoying, but you want to let the other person understand that there are things in this world that you can't say."

President Kang swallowed, not even looking at the little flower fairy in the world, and whispered: "Mom, Dad is frying the hemp garden, I'll bring you a plate in."

In the kitchen, Yue Qin was a little surprised when he heard what his son said--

"Do I hate anyone?"

President Kang nodded: "Mom, Mom has a nasty person, but he is critically ill now." But he can definitely be rescued. After all, he is rich, and no one wants him to die.

Once he died, half of the company’s shares were donated to the country and half to UNICEF.

Mr. Kang had not told anyone before that he had already notarized his will a few years ago.

But many people should know by now.

Therefore, everyone will desperately save his life, and Mr. Kang really doesn't worry about his life at all.

And now, Mr. Kang really wants to know what his father thinks of him. He didn't dare to face it before, but now he has the courage again.

"Annoying person..." Yue Qin thought about it decently, and said, "No."

"Dad, it's wrong to lie." He must be one of the people that Dad hates.

Yue Qin put the hemp ball into the frying pan and rolled slowly, surely he couldn't lie to the child.

Yue Qin is only one year old from his brother, which means that he can always fight since he was a child, and there is no such thing as someone who will let someone and who will respect each other.

"Dad, don't you hate your former boss? Mom said your former boss is critically ill."

Yue Qin said nonchalantly, "What is so annoying,"

Mr. Kang was overjoyed. Sure enough, the little parrot made no mistake, and his image in his father's mind was okay.

Yue Qin said: "It's just a rich second generation who can't see the whole picture. I don't think he himself knows what his purpose is."

Mr. Kang has a hot face: "Dad, it's not necessarily. You get along with him less, don't know him yet, he actually..."

The child was desperately looking for a better vocabulary to describe himself, and then he did not find a complimentary word.

Yue Qin: "What's wrong in fact?"

Yue Qin's gaze became a little surprised, and he didn't seem to understand why the child suddenly spoke of this person.

The child met this look, and the alarm in his mind rang frantically, so the child sighed: "Dad, if you know him well, you will know that he is actually a stupid capitalist."

In the evening, the child touched his full stomach, and the little parrot next to him was whispering with his other two brothers.

Mr. Kang sighed. In this situation, he really never let his parents know his true identity.

He couldn't imagine what his mother and father would look like if they knew it.

Especially the violent mother, she really hates herself too much.

"I deserved it." Mr. Kang sighed and touched his stomach. If he eats this way, he will definitely gain weight. Just now, his mother had his double chin repaired when he was retouching the picture.

I just don't know what is going on with him lying in the ward.

This was originally a normal day, and Yue Qin was stupefied when he heard someone calling him and the sound of didi didi.

Yue Qin opened his eyes and it was the voice of the little parrot.

As soon as Yue Qin opened the door, his son threw himself into his arms: "Brother is sick!"

Every night the little parrot would wait for his brother to fall asleep, and then secretly sleep on his brother’s pillow. When he slept on his pillow today, he found that his brother’s face was hot.

He remembered that he was hot and uncomfortable when he was a child, that is, he was sick.

Yue Qin picked up his son, pressing his hands on his stomach, and his forehead was hot: "Baby? Baby?"

The child opened his eyes in a daze, "Dad?"

Xia Sheng also woke up, and hurriedly said, "I'll go drive."

Yue Qin nodded, and hurriedly went to get his ID and bank card and medical insurance card to go out.

Mr. Kang's eyes seemed to be his father's face, and it was like the butler's wrinkled face, and the other party seemed to be holding him tightly--

"You must not die! What shall we do if you die?"

Those eyes are a yearning for money.

Sometimes it looked like Dad’s face. Dad said anxiously: "Where does the baby hurt? Tell Dad where does it hurt?"

"It hurts in my heart."

"Except in my heart?" Yueqin used to take the child to see a doctor before, and asked the child's symptoms clearly at the beginning to facilitate the doctor's judgment.

"Stomach hurts."

Yue Qin frowned, regretting a little. Maybe it was because he ate too much mochi at night.

The child was already crying.

The little parrot stood on Dad’s shoulder and coaxed: "Don’t be afraid, brother, Dad will take you to the hospital."

"There is an uncle doctor in the hospital. He gives you an injection and it will not hurt."

The little parrot is very experienced.

Mr. Kang was dazed, he only felt that he was being carried away, but he could always feel a big hand on his forehead, his dry palm and the other's worried tone.

His stomach hurts, and his consciousness is very confused. For a moment, he felt a white light appeared in front of him, and he seemed to be back in his body again. The stomach hurts, and the whole person is very irritable.

At that moment, a kind of regret was born in his heart.

The big dad never knew who he was, and only regarded him as a stranger.

When Mr. Kang opened his eyes, he seemed to be in the hospital again, and the big dad was holding himself in his arms and was queuing.

He didn't need to line up when he was sick before, but when he was sick before, no one would hold him to line up.

He was suddenly a little scared, afraid of death, afraid of returning to his body.

However, in the next second he lost consciousness again.

When he wakes up, he is still in people's arms, and he can feel dazedly that they should be infusion in the hall.

There was some pain in the back of his hand, and he could still feel fluid flowing into his veins.

His body was still uncomfortable, and his left hand without the infusion couldn't help but squeeze the edge of Dad's big coat, and whispered: "Dad, I have something to tell you."

"Dad...can you promise me not to tell mom for now."

The person holding him lowered his head slightly, and Mr. Kang could smell a faint smell of tobacco.

"I... have never dared to tell you who I am. I only dare to let you know that I am a kid from someone else's family, the kind of kid without mom and dad."

"Actually, my name is indeed the two words Yuekang, but I need to reverse these two words."

Mr. Kang closed his eyes and plucked up the courage to say everything he wanted to say.

I don't know why, originally this incident was like a guillotine on his head, but he was relieved to say it.

"What are you whispering? Wife drink some water." Yue Qin bought mineral water from the outside and saw his wife in his coat lowered her head, listening to her son.

Mr. Kang turned his head, and under the light of the infusion hall, he saw his father, who was wearing only a black pajamas, standing not far away, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

The big dad came over and took his son over gently, only to find that his wife's expression was a bit wrong.

"Wife?"

At this time, the son who had been lying obediently sat up suddenly, and then he was about to pull out the needle.

"Baby? What are you doing?" Yue Qin hurriedly stopped him.

"I want to go out and buy something!"

"What is in such a hurry, Dad will buy it for you."

"Sacks, the more the better." The child lowered his head and whispered.