The chaebol's little wife: Uncle, you are going to spoil me!

Duan Ying: "Many of those were lawsuits filed by Zhengjun. Mine don't make any money."

Choi Jung-joon: "All four of us fight in the same way."

One for layout, one for fame, one for making money, and one for logistics. The four divisions of labor are clear. Without one person, it would not be so perfect.

He went downstairs and went to the hardware store to buy a faucet and some tape.

Inside the law firm, Gu Nuannuan finished putting on her makeup and started shouting, "Yingying, how's the curling iron?"

Yu Feijin insisted on getting up, but Gu Nuannuan pushed her down, "If I don't pay attention to you, Shanjun will have a partner soon, and you are still single."

"Ah, Nuannuan, does the tiger have a good girl to chat with?" Duan Ying gossiped.

"Oh, the girl likes him and put a small card in his schoolbag, but he is so arrogant that even a mouse would get lost in his schoolbag. He didn't even know when the girl put the card in his schoolbag. He only saw it when I was browsing his schoolbag. I asked him, but he didn't know anything." Gu Nuannuan even secretly went to her husband to chat about her son's gossip.

Jiang Chenyu looked at it, worried that if he didn't talk to his son thoroughly now, he would grow up to be a playboy. So he went to talk to his son in the evening.

"Who would have thought that this kid's mind was filled with dozens of his brothers. He could remember dozens of countries and regions. He talked to his father about his brotherhood for more than two hours, but in the end he just couldn't remember the name of the girl who wrote him a small card."

Even when Jiang Chenyu mentioned the name, Xiao Shanjun frowned, "I don't know him, Dad. What's wrong with him?"

Mr. Jiang: "..."

Looking at his son, Jiang Chenyu was sometimes happy and sometimes worried. He changed the subject, "When did the gang grow stronger again?"

"Then don't ask about it, Dad. The cub won't be exposed."

Xiao Shanjun said again: "Dad, this Christmas, Little Sweet invited us to his house. Will you let Bao go?"

"Go if you want to go. Don't go empty-handed. Think about what gifts to bring. If you don't have any at home, dad will take you to buy them on Saturday."

Old Sweet was happier to see his grandson having so many friends than any success in his career.

Gu Qi also went. There were many luxury cars there that day. Mr. Jiang's car turned around and it took more than half an hour to drive a few kilometers. They greeted each other and chatted for a few minutes when they met.

I have to pick up my baby in the evening.

Little Erwa, like his grandfather, "doesn't like this."

Gu Nuannuan put a Christmas hat on her son, "Don't you like hats?"

Little Erwa went to his grandfather's arms, and Mr. Jiang said, "My little grandson doesn't like this. He wants to celebrate the New Year with fireworks, right?"

Little Erwa nodded, and went to sleep with his grandfather at night.

In the summer, Mr. Jiang hugs his grandchildren to sleep and plays with them. In the winter, Mr. Jiang also hugs his grandchildren to sleep and tells them stories. "Today I will tell my little grandson a story about the Three Kingdoms period..."

Little boy slowly fell asleep in his grandfather's arms, accompanied by the sound of stories.

He had never heard of The Princess and the Dwarfs, nor Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming. In Xiao Erwa's story library, all the stories were traditional stories about historical figures.

On the second night, after taking a bath, the second little boy took his grandfather's hand and went to sleep with his grandfather, holding his little hand.

Sometimes when he returned to his villa in Yenan, when the story was interrupted, Mr. Jiang had to call his father and ask, "Dad, where were you at last night telling Erwa the story?"

"Your stories are blunt and not as interesting as mine. Tell Erwa a new one instead of continuing mine."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

Sometimes Jiang Chenyu was telling stories to his youngest son, and Gu Xiaonuan was also fascinated by the story. The little tiger lay beside him, with his stinky feet resting on his father's legs, moving his little feet step by step, and from time to time he would express his opinions to his father.

During the discussions, Gu Xiaonuan sometimes felt that her son had more knowledge than she did.

Little Erwa rested his head on his mother's arm and listened, "Brother, who is Xiahou Yuan?"

Xiao Shanjun said, "He is just a military commander and a close confidant of Cao's camp."

The second little kid looked up at his mother, and Gu Xiaonuan immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Dad, what is a confidant?"

Ah, this, Gu Xiaonuan knew, so she "woke up" immediately, "Baby, come here, mommy will explain it to you."

……

Gu Nuannuan was chatting about her family's daily life in the law firm while helping Yu Feijin to curl her hair into big waves.

Duan Ying sometimes envies Gu Xiaonuan. At the same age, she had children early. When they were in their twenties and twenties, at the peak of their careers, she already had two children. Now, she is working, trying to get pregnant, and worrying about raising children and taking care of the elderly. However, Gu Xiaonuan has a stable career, a stable family, and her children are all in school. Her parents are still very young at this time.

When her parents need someone to take care of them in the future, her sons will have grown up and left them.

Gu Nuannuan comforted Duan Ying, who was anxious about preparing for pregnancy, "Grab what you have first, and cherish the present. When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband almost didn't want him. I dare not let my second child know this, because the stingy baby is only angry with his father."

Everyone in the law firm had heard that sometimes when Jiang Chenyu came to pick up his wife from get off work, he would go in and hug his second son first.

As they were chatting, Yu Feijin raised her wrist and looked at her watch, "Nuannuan, I'm already 20 minutes late."

Gu Xiaonuan: "It doesn't matter. You have to trust the chief secretary who was chosen from among the millions of people around my husband."

In two minutes, she helped Yu Feijin put on her makeup and asked her to go to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. "Old Yu is suitable for the queen style. She has a strong aura and is mainly cold."

It was very different from before. Her eye makeup alone was sparkling like stars. However, there was no time to admire herself. "I'm leaving now."

"High heel!!"

Going downstairs, Yu Feijin's ankles were a little cold. She was wearing high heels that were not suitable for her. Yu Feijin walked on the side of the road and took out her phone to quickly send an apology message to Meng Xunnan, saying that she would be late and would arrive in about 20 minutes. The cold wind blew her hair, and Yu Feijin under the street light had a little more charm. After being dressed up by Gu Xiaonuan, she would never look bad.

However, when dressing her up, Gu Xiaonuan only considered beauty, and did not think at all that the temperature was zero on that cold night in late December.

Yu Feijin looked around and planned to take a taxi across the street.

She just took a step towards the roadside, and slowly, a black Land Rover stopped beside her. The passenger window slowly lowered. Meng Xunnan held up his phone, and on the screen was the apology message Yu Feijin sent him. "It won't take 20 minutes. I'll see you now."

Yu Feijin: “…”

It turned out that she was putting on makeup when she was late.

A secretary's mind is delicate, and the chief secretary, not to mention the one selected by Jiang Chenyu and chosen to be the chief secretary at the headquarters, is even more so, and this is not only reflected in his observation skills.

At least after Yu Feijin got on the car, her guilt for being late did not remain with Meng Xunnan.

Meng Xunnan looked at Yu Feijin's makeup and asked, "Do you usually eat more Western food or Chinese food?"

“Lots of takeout.”