Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Xia Xinyu froze for a moment before saying: "Yi Zheng, I think the most important thing for you now is to hold the HI Group firmly in hand. As for He Jingyao... anyway, he has nothing, he can't compete with you at all. , Then you have the opportunity to clean him up at any time, so why should you lose it because of a small one?"

"You are right." He Yizheng nodded, his face twisted. "He Yirong, the old man, clearly knew that I was his own son, and he was still guarding me."

"Yi Zheng, don't worry, these will take time." Xia Xinyu smiled to appease, "No one robs you anyway."

"Yes, no one robs me anyway... He Ziyi is a fool, although there are many shares under his name, but sooner or later..." He smiled coldly.

Thinking of the years of life suppressed by He Jingyao and He Yirong, he felt that the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

"Yi Zheng, in my heart, no one is more powerful than you." Xia Xinyu complimented in time.

This sentence made He Yizheng feel more comfortable.

He smiled and provoked Xia Xinyu's chin: "Xin Yu, after many years, only you can understand me."

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The apartment rented by Zhixi is located in a new building, and there are not many residents, so it is very quiet overall.

This kind of quietness is different from the kind of quietness that lives in a villa, and it looks more humane.

In the past few days, their family has almost lived in isolation.

In addition to sleeping or eating, or lying on the side of He Jingyao, Zhi Xi’s life remembered that when she saw Xiaobao’s tears and had to succumb, she remembered being confused by this kid. History of blood and tears.

So she smiled very happy every time, making Xiaobao very resentful, shouting every day that father and mother joined forces to bully him.

But gradually, when Xiao Bao recognized more and more words and could barely read a story book, his enthusiasm for learning words suddenly rose, and he was keen to tell stories to his little sister every day.

So Zhi Xi's daily routine changed again. She was sitting on the sofa, and Xiao Bao was lying in her arms, muttering something to her belly. Zhi Xi was drowsy by her son every time. Then He Jingyao would send her to bed and hug her for a while.

This time is leisurely and long, making her feel very satisfied.

However, the days of isolation are short after all.

A few days later, this modest apartment finally welcomed the first uninvited guest, Huo Yanzhao.

At that time, Xiaobao was lying on the rug and turned over a storybook. Zhixi and He Jingyao snuggled together, chatting aimlessly.

So Huo Yanzhao walked in to see this scene, and he was a little bit angry.

"Master He, you can really do it." Huo Yanzhao looked cold. "Everyone will find you crazy when looking for you, but you will be leisurely."

As he looked at Zhi Xi, his face suddenly softened a lot: "Brother and sister, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Brother Huo." Zhixi left with some embarrassment from He Jingyao's arms, "I'll pour tea for you, you talk slowly."

He Jingyao turned his gaze to him, his expression faint: "Sit down."

Huo Yanzhao walked over and saw Xiao Bao lying on the ground, he was startled: "Is this your son?"

"Huh." He Jingyao looked smug and pulled Xiaobao from the ground. "Xiaobao, this is your Uncle Huo."