Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

There was no talking for one big and one small all the way, and the driver driving in front was even more afraid to speak, silently bearing the low air pressure in the car, and drove back to Bauhinia Garden.

Go home.

Huo Yi, who had been waiting in the mansion for a long time, immediately greeted him, "Little Master, you are finally back, Sir Alex and I are about to worry about you."

Chi Jingchen's buttocks are still hurting, and his walking posture is not normal. When he heard that Li Beijue was also worried about him, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but the dignity of a man could not allow him to speak first, so he silently moved his face aside.

Li Beijue rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, and told Huo Yi, "Take him back to the room and rub some medicine."

"Young Master was injured?" Huo Yi was taken aback, and quickly squatted down to check the small carrots. When he was sure that there were no obvious injuries on the extravagant little boy, he breathed a sigh of relief. Stand up again, holding his hand, "Let's go, little master."

Chi Jingchen didn't want others to know where he was injured, so he followed Huo Yi back to the room awkwardly.

The living room fell silent all at once.

Li Beijue returned to the sofa and put the mobile phone he picked up from the back seat of the car on the table. After all, his stomach felt a little painful again.

He irritably picked up the emergency document sent by the secretary this morning and read a page. In his mind, the eyes of Chi Baobao who were beaten and stubbornly said that he was wrong again appeared.

Those stubborn eyes can be exactly the same as Chi Enen in front of him!

He suddenly couldn't stand it anymore.

There is a kind of grumpy who wants to crush the documents and throw them into the trash can.

He snapped the file back to the table, and just about to get up to pour a cup of coffee, his eyes touched the phone of the baby on the table again.

His black eyes condensed, a faint groan flashed across his handsome face, and he picked up the phone on the table in a wicked manner.

Turn on the machine.

After a series of bear-infested boot bells rang, the pictures of the family of three on the screen were printed in front of the eyes.

He glanced over the astonished little woman in the photo, and landed on the smiling little guy, his fingers paused! His arrogant figure is like a medieval sculpture of aristocrats, and his aristocratic spirit grows happily. His brows frowned gradually.

at this time.

Huo Yi came out of Chi Baobab's bedroom, saw his expression, and walked over worriedly, "Lord, are you okay?"

Li Beijue held Chi Baobao's phone and asked coldly, "Did I just do something wrong?"

He won’t have any problems with his ears, right?

Always strong and domineering, Sir Alex Ferguson would ask himself if he did it wrong?

There must be a problem with his ears! Absolutely!

He was still doubting his hearing, Li Beijue had already turned his head and looked at him, waiting for his answer with impatience.

Huo Yi was only sure that he had no auditory hallucinations or dreams, Sir Alex was really asking him! His heart jumped, and for the first time he felt how much Ferguson cares about the young master. He thought about how he should express it, then lowered his head and said, "The Ferguson is not wrong, and the young master really shouldn't not answer the phone. , Ran to find the'stranger' in private, he is so young, it is too dangerous to do so."

"So you think I didn't do something wrong?" Li Beijue squinted his eyes. He still thought he did it right in his heart, and Chi Baobao is indeed ill-educated!

"Yes, I think Sir Alex did not do anything wrong." His voice changed. "But Sir Sir Alex should explain to the young master why you were so angry at the time. Otherwise, the young master is so young, if you don’t say it, he would never think of it. I just feel that you don't love him."