Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Lin Ying'er has been away for two years. Although she occasionally calls, Wang Zijun is still a little unfamiliar with Lin Ying'er. Two days ago, Lin Ying'er took the initiative to make a call and said that she can finish her studies next year and prepare for the next year.

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Thinking of Lin Ying'er, that young girl who was as tender as a leaf bud that had just emerged from the ground, Wang Zijun was filled with emotion and didn't know how to express it.

"The famous movie star Liao Anru will hold a New Year's concert tomorrow night. Tickets for the concert are already hard to get. Many Liao Anru fans have lined up at the ticket office. The scene is extremely hot..."

Wang Zijun, who didn't know how he dialed the entertainment channel, instantly transferred his mind from Lin Ying'er to Liao Anru. Liao Anru had changed a lot. Since she became famous, her temperament has changed a lot. Her voice is pleasant and her smile is charming.

She is charming and elegant, especially her glutinous rice teeth, which are so white when they are opened and closed. What makes Wang Zijun unforgettable is that Liao Anru has a pair of spiritual eyes. When she looks around, there is a green light shining out, and Wang Zijun can't bear it.

I couldn't help but feel a tremor in my heart.

This year, Ronan City achieved rapid development under the leadership of Wang Zijun. Liao Anru also relied on the popularity of "Sword of the Sword" to receive seven or eight movies and released an album, which was also a gain in her career.

Quite abundant.

Regarding Liao Anru's remarkable achievements in her career as an artist, Wang Zijun, while blessing her, also deeply felt the distance between the two of them.

Although every bit of the past life is unforgettable, it is inevitable to forget each other in the world. However, whenever Wang Zijun sees the news about a certain wealthy young man launching an offensive against Liao Anru from some entertainment news, his heart still feels sour.

Man!

In the midst of emotion, Wang Zijun took out a cigarette. Before he could light it, his son Xiaobao ran over like a small ball, and even more commandingly said: "Dad, grandma

I told Grandma Lin that she would take my mother and me shopping."

While he was talking, his son Xiaobao had already run up to Wang Zijun. He looked at the cigarette in Wang Zijun's hand. The little boy, who was over two years old, was already very familiar with the business of banning smoking. He climbed onto the chair using his hands and feet.

Jun took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You don't keep your words, you are not a good father!" I don't know where to start, but my son Xiaobao was trained by his mother to become a little anti-smoking fighter. He put one hand on his waist and pointed at Wang Zijun with his finger: "A non-smoking father."

You are a good dad! If dad disobeys me again, Xiaobao will not let you kiss me!"

Wang Zijun quickly surrendered, touched his son's head, and begged for mercy with a smile: "Okay, dad promises Xiaobao to smoke less in the future. Don't you want to go shopping with grandma? Then go, by the way, you are a man.

.You have to behave better!"

"Dad, don't worry, Grandma Lin just said she wanted to buy me a Transformer, and I want the biggest one!"

Seeing his son's eyes shining with excitement, Wang Zijun said lovingly: "Son, our house is almost becoming a pile of toys. Don't make trouble, do you hear me?"

Xiaobao didn't wait for Wang Zijun to finish speaking, and jumped away. But before Wang Zijun could light up the cigarette, his son ran back again at a faster speed.

"Grandma said, let you go too." Xiaobao said to Wang Zijun seriously.

"Dad doesn't like shopping." Wang Zijun looked at the little baby and said softly.

Just like a small microphone, Xiaobao ran downstairs again. He came back a minute later, with sweat on his face.

"Grandma said you don't need to go shopping." After hearing what the little baby said, Wang Zijun felt happy. He lay down on the sofa and was about to tell his son not to ask for things randomly when he heard Xiaobao say seriously again: "Grandma said, as long as

Just weigh your bags."

Secretary Wang's face suddenly turned bitter. It had been several years since he had done the job of carrying bags. But now, no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't resist his mother's orders.

Therefore, the helpless Secretary Wang had no choice but to join this shopping group with his son in his arms. He was a bit listless. He really couldn't think of anything he could do by going shopping with three women who were over a hundred years old in total.

"Hey, when I saw their family of three, I thought of Ying'er. This child will no longer have a mother when he leaves! After urging for a long time, he agreed to come back next year." Mrs. Lin said again when she talked about Lin Ying'er.

Feeling distressed and complaining: "I have become a big child, but it still makes me worry. Sister Zhao, look how good you are. Your grandson is already so big." Mrs. Lin said with envy while holding Xiaobao.

Wang Zijun looked a little embarrassed when he listened to Mrs. Lin's words, but fortunately his brother's Iron Mask skill had been practiced to a certain level, and ordinary people couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Mrs. Lin, who was holding her little baby, looked at the family of three behind the car with envy. She felt really regretful. You said, when you saw Wang Zijun, why didn't you think of pulling him and Yinger together?

What? What I considered at the time was that Ying'er was still young, but now... alas, it's too late.

If I could replace Mo Xiaobei with my own Yinger, everything would be perfect.

Mrs. Lin just thought about it this way. She also liked Mo Xiaobei very much in her heart. While joking, she also took good care of this quiet daughter-in-law.

A group of people arrived at the mall in great force. Although Secretary Wang was not responsible for shopping, he was indispensable for weighing bags. After staying with them for more than half an hour, Secretary Wang felt that he was about to reach his limit.

"Son, let your grandma and the others go on shopping, how about we go drink a glass of milk?" Secretary Wang has rich experience in fighting. He knows that if he says he is tired, it will be difficult for his mother to let him go. It is better to use a roundabout tactic.

Use the baby as bait.

His son Xiaobao enthusiastically hugged Transformers, who was not much shorter than him, and had a great time. Who knew what Wang Zijun was thinking, and he happily agreed to drink milk. The two elders even thought of the child as

My thoughts are the main thing, let alone objection.

Only Mo Xiaobei gave Wang Zijun a big eye roll. She knew her husband's plan very well. But it was useless to know. Secretary Wang was already holding Xiaobao and heading towards the fast food area.

A portion of fried chicken legs and a carton of fresh milk made Xiaobao look happy. Looking at the little guy chewing the chicken legs hard, the smile in Wang Zijun's eyes was bright.

"Secretary Wang, is that you?"

Just when Wang Zijun was looking at his son with all his heart, he heard someone speaking softly to him.

Wang Zijun felt that the voice was very familiar. He turned around and saw Liao Anru, wearing a pair of sunglasses, looking at him with a smile.

I just saw the report that Liao Anru was coming to perform today. But I didn't expect to meet Liao Anru here. Although Wang Zijun has gradually distanced himself from Liao Anru, it is impossible for Wang Zijun not to say hello when meeting acquaintances.

"Hello." Wang Zijun smiled at Liao Anru. Then he patted his son Xiaobao and said, "Call Auntie."

The little baby who was chewing on the chicken drumstick very obediently put down the drumstick in his hand and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, auntie."

Liao Anru looked at the chubby Xiaobao. She couldn't help but squat down and say hello to Xiaobao: "Baby, you look so cute!"

"Look, honey, you ate chicken on your face. Come on, ask Auntie to wipe it for you. Otherwise, what if you go out later and the little pigeon runs up to you and grabs the food?"

Liao Anru said softly, stretching out her white and tender hands to wipe off the things on Xiaobao's face. She turned around and glanced at Wang Zijun angrily, and said with a smile: "You have become a big official. I don't know what happened to the child."

Even though I brought it, I didn’t even give the child a wipe."

A soft reproach seemed like the most ordinary sentence, but this sentence suddenly brought Wang Zijun back to the days in her previous life. Didn't she just like to talk to herself like this?

The thoughts in her heart kept flashing, and there was even more tenderness in Wang Zijun's eyes. Liao Anru, who was wiping the baby's hands, seemed to have telepathy, and her eyes wearing sunglasses were also looking towards Wang Zijun.

Looked over.

Wang Zijun felt a sharp pain in his heart. He did not dare to let his eyes collide with Liao Anru's. Once sparks were struck, his reason would probably melt slowly in the electric light. Facing this woman, the prince

Jun had an indescribable feeling, and even the courage to look at her disappeared in an instant.

Liao Anru felt much colder when she saw Wang Zijun's evasive eyes and lowered her head. The two were silent for a moment, but it was Wang Zijun who broke the awkward situation: "Would you like to perform?"

"Well, there is a concert. After the concert, I am going to go back to my hometown." Liao Anru looked at Wang Zijun and her voice returned to calmness.

"Auntie, do you want to be an actor on TV?" The little baby holding on to the drumstick said proudly to Liao Anru after hearing the conversation between the two.

Liao Anru couldn't explain why she was so close to this little guy. She touched Xiaobao's head lovingly and said with a smile: "Of course, auntie is an actress."

"Dad, can we go see auntie's performance?" The little baby looked at Wang Zijun with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Over the years, Wang Zijun has been carefully handling his relationship with Liao Anru. Hearing his son's question, he smiled, but he was quickly thinking of the answer.

And Liao Anru over there, her eyes were full of expectation.

"Sir, Madam, this is your son, right? This little guy is chubby and so cute. This is the toy Hug Bear newly launched by our company. Do you think you can buy one for the little guy?" I haven't waited for two seconds.

When he opened his mouth, a girl carrying three or four bears of different colors walked quickly towards the two of them.

Listening to the girl's words, Wang Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Liao Anru, who was standing beside him, turned red with embarrassment.

"Sister, you are wrong. This is my aunt, not my mother. My mother went shopping. Besides, I don't like hugging bears." The little baby's voice was full of childishness, which relieved Wang Zijun.

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The girl stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. Her eyes did not stay too much on Wang Zijun and Liao Anru. She just smiled and landed on the cute little baby.

"Little guy, you look so cute. Come on, let me give you a little gift. Let's make friends!" As she spoke, the girl took out a small hugging bear and put it in Xiaobao's hand: "You

If you don’t like the huggable bear, you can give it to your little girlfriend, hehe, bye."

Watching the little girl skipping away, the little baby held his little gift full of doubts and asked the prince curiously: "Dad, what is a little girlfriend?"

Secretary Wang was speechless for a moment and explained hesitantly: "It's just...a friend who is about the same age as you."

Even when meeting superiors, Secretary Wang has never been so talkative. But at this moment, he really feels that he is clumsy and clumsy.

"Dad, how about I give it to Tongtong?" The little baby held the huggable bear in his hand and continued to seek Secretary Wang's opinion.

Secretary Wang is really a bit naughty. Tongtong is a little girl in the family home who is about the same age as the baby. Xiaona often takes the baby to play with others. Just when he was thinking about how to answer his son, Liao Anru had already said:

"Of course, good things must be shared by everyone to be happy!"

The little baby seemed to understand everything and started his journey of struggle again, which made Secretary Wang breath a sigh of relief.

After chatting for a while with Liao Anru, a man walked over quickly, followed by two men in suits. The man looked around and saw Liao Anru, who was feeding the baby.

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"Who is he?" The man snatched the milk cup from Liao Anru's hand, with a hint of anger in his expression.

Seeing the man, Liao Anru frowned and said, "Who is he? It seems to be none of your business, Mr. Cao, right? In addition, Mr. Cao, please don't affect my chat with my friends."

The cup was taken away very suddenly, and some milk spilled out. Not only was it scattered on the small table, but it was also sprinkled on the little baby's hug bear. The little baby who was drinking milk was shocked.

In an instant, his little mouth curled up and he looked like he wanted to cry.

When Wang Zijun saw his son being wronged, his expression suddenly changed. He hugged the little baby and comforted him: "Baby, you are a strong doll. The Hug Bear has milk. Let's buy a new one later."

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"Please don't disturb me." When Liao Anru saw that the little baby was about to cry, her expression became even more ugly. She glanced at the man named Mr. Cao and said coldly.

When Mr. Cao looked at Liao Anru's expression, his expression became even more ugly. He pointed at Liao Anru and said, "Isn't this your child? Ah, tell me, when did you give birth to this bastard behind my back?

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This sentence immediately aroused Wang Zijun's anger. He was furious and stood up from the chair. Before he could speak, someone asked: "What did you just say?"

"What's wrong with the bastard?" The man named Cao glanced at Wang Zijun with disdain and said bitterly.

And with these words, a slap was slapped on the man's face. This sudden slap was so loud that it attracted the attention of many guests in the restaurant.

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