After being dumped by his son and his father

Maybe there is a reason why Wei Qing is sitting next to him. The communication between Wen Ziheng and the manufacturer went beyond imagination. The general content of the contract was finalized within a meal, and the rest only needs to be added slowly in the next time. That's it.

The advantage of going out to work with the boss is that if Wei Qing is not in a hurry to go back to the company, then Wen Ziheng doesn't have to rush back to check in immediately, and the two of them walked slowly to the parking lot after dinner.

Originally, Wei Qing planned to take Wen Ziheng to a place, and he happened to pass by the kindergarten where Wen Xi was studying, so he decided to go and have a look.

After driving the car into the kindergarten, Dean Lin, who got the news, appeared in front of the two of them very quickly. He was still dressed in white, looking like a skinny little fairy, and said with a smile: "Kid Wenxi is still in the dormitory. Take a nap, 10 minutes later, the teachers will call the children to wake up, then go and see the children, it is easy to wake the children up now.”

Wen Ziheng did a lot of ideological work for Wenxi before so that the little guy was willing to stay in the kindergarten. Although Dean Lin's resume seemed relatively reliable, Wen Ziheng was inevitably worried that the teachers in the kindergarten would not be able to coax him Living in Wenxi, I didn't expect that Wenxi would obediently take a nap in just a few days.

"Can I take a look at the window?" Wen Ziheng asked expectantly.

"Of course." Dean Lin smiled, then turned and walked towards the children's dormitory, "Just try not to make too much noise when you walk, it is difficult to coax children who are woken up."

The bedroom is divided into a small single room for four people. There is a small window on the wall next to the corridor. Standing in front of the window, one can see Wen Xi sleeping on the upper bunk on the right at a glance. His hair hangs softly on his head, and his small hands Clenching fists and placing them next to the cheeks, the body covered with a thin quilt undulates regularly with the rhythm of breathing, and the thick eyelashes cast a light silhouette on the smooth cheeks.

Director Lin looked kindly and said with a smile: "The kid looks a lot like Dad."

Wen Ziheng replied: "After all, he is my son."

"..." Wei Qing was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "The director said he looks like me."

Wen Ziheng turned to look at the head of the garden, and sure enough, he saw the head of the garden waving his hands in embarrassment: "They all look alike, the appearance is like Mr. Wei, and the image and temperament are like Mr. Wen."

Wen Ziheng: "..." The more you add, the weirder it becomes.