Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

Ye Bo smiled, "Okay, when you recover from your injury, I'll let you learn the same thing, okay!"

At this time the family doctor came, and the servant knocked on the door.

"Sir, the family doctor is here."

Ye Bo responded, "Yeah!"

Xiao Mu put his bag on the side of the bed, and then went downstairs with his relative Shang Yebo.

In the living room, the family doctor Fang Yan saw the two coming downstairs, he got up and saluted.

"Mr President!"

Ye Bo said calmly: "Show my son his injury, I believe in your medical skills."

With an identity like Ye Bo, he must have his own exclusive doctor.

Fang Yan is not only his family doctor, but also has a team under him, a medical team that only serves Ye Bo, and all the medical equipment in their hands is top-notch.

Fang Yan was surprised, but he didn't show it.

Keeping calm, just looking back and forth on Xiaomu's body, the eyes are like X-rays.

I have never heard from Mr. President that he has a child, and the outside world has never said that he is married. Even after so many years with him, he did not know that he had a woman, and suddenly a son appeared.

It's hard for him not to be surprised, but to suppress this curiosity.

He took the little wood to the small living room, where he set up a simple operating table, checked the wound for him, and checked him by the way.

Ye Bo was in the living room, reading emails with his mobile phone, a cigarette in his finger, and he took a puff of cigarettes only after reading an email.

The butler came to his side.

"Sir, there is a lady at the door who says she is here to see you."

Ye Bo dusted off the cigarette ash, "Miss? What's your name?"

The housekeeper replied, "She said she was Yang Yuan's daughter named Yang Huanhuan, and she came to deliver materials to you on behalf of his father."

Ye Bo thought for a while, he did have some official business with Yang Yuan and his department recently, so he said something.

"Invite him to the flower room outside. I'll wait for her there. Don't let the young master come out."

The butler responded, "Okay, sir."

They all understand that the young master's identity must be kept secret, and the outside world cannot know that he is still so young, and his identity is here, so many people want to assassinate him and make fun of him.

Then there is no way to implement it. If they find out that he has a son, then those people will turn their targets to the young master.

He had to warn all the servants in the house about this matter, so as not to cause a catastrophe.

Ye Bo got up and went to the glass room outside.

This place was made for Hua Ling'er. When she lived here, she liked to stay in the glass room and draw pictures. Even now, there are her unfinished paintings in it.

Yebo occasionally comes here to sit and sit. Some roses are cultivated in the glass room, but they are in full bloom in late autumn, and the warmth inside is very moist and warm.

Ye Bo sat on the sofa and looked at one of the half-painted portraits of him.

do not know when?She can finish this painting.

The butler led Yang Huanhuan into the glass room, "Sir, Miss Yang is here."

It was the first time for Yang Huanhuan to enter the presidential palace, and she was a little excited. It would be great if she could take pictures, and she must post a Moments to show off.

But she didn't do that, she didn't want to be thought of as petty by Mr. President, she wanted to be a dignified socialite.

Ye Bo glanced at her lightly, "Please sit down!"

Yang Huanhuan was so excited that he felt that Mr. President's voice was really nice, and he was so polite to her.

Please sit down!

She secretly smiled, and after sitting down, she took out the document in the bag.

"Mr. President, my father asked me to send this to you, saying that you will use it in the meeting tomorrow morning."

That file was sealed, so Yang Huanhuan couldn't see what was inside.

Ye Bo didn't open it, but put it aside.

At this moment, the servant brought tea in, and Ye Bo took a sip of tea from the teacup, she looked at Yang Huanhuan.

"Miss Yang, drink tea."