Chapter 890

With the height of the little guy, Rong Shao squatted down, frowned slightly, and his index finger poked his tender face, "tell me, what do you want? In addition to mom."

The Young Marshal's ruddy little mouth pouted and stubborn, "be numb!"

"Isn't it good for Dad to accompany you?" Rong Shao's tone began to be bad.

"... be numb!"

"Well, you little white eyed wolf." Rong Shao has an arrow in his heart.

Pick him up and put him on the edge of the door furthest from the desk, pointing to the desk, "see? You walk from here to there, and your father will take you to your mother at noon."

The Young Marshal giggled and pushed him out. He stretched out two short arms to the nursery teacher, which means come and help me go!

Rong Shao has a headache. "Is it true that the opposite sex attracts and the same sex repels each other?"

After thinking about it, he said angrily, "you are a mother fetish, a disease! You must be cured!"

In order to see Ma Ma, the young marshal was very happy. With the help of the nursery teacher, his short legs were very happy. In less than ten minutes, he walked and rested all the way to the desk and patted the desk with his small hand: "pull! Ma Ma..."

The nursery teacher put him on the carpet, automatically backed away and stood to the side. He never dared to get too close to Rong Shao.

Rong Shao ignored him. The Young Marshal climbed on the carpet, bypassed the desk and climbed to his feet. Like a monkey climbing a tree, he grabbed his suit trouser leg and climbed up his calf. The goal was to pull his thigh.

I didn't know how to climb. When I lost my strength, I sat on my feet, hugged his legs with both hands, and gasped with my small mouth slightly open.

Rong Shao took the time to look down at him. The big chair turned to the side, extended his long legs, and put him on the ground, "go and play."

"I want hemp!" The Young Marshal climbed over again, hugged his legs, sat on the Italian leather shoes, and affectionately called: "pull, give me numbness..."

Rong Shao simply crossed his legs, and the leg he hugged gently shook to tease him, "no hurry, it's not noon yet."

The young marshal is depressed. It's noon at noon. As long as he can see numbness, so the little guy is particularly depressed. He shakes and plays with his pulled calf. He feels fun. He grins and giggles all the time.

When the door of the office was knocked, Xu Zhiyuan came in with some documents in his hand and inertia pushed the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Rong Shao, it's time to go to the meeting."

Rong Shao whispered, put down his pen and closed the documents in his hand. The big class chair slid back. He looked down and held the little guy. He pondered for a moment. He still decided not to take him into the conference room. Otherwise, the boy would be completely distracted.

The young handsome's exquisite little head looked up high, looked at him with deep eyes, and Rong Shao picked him up. "Dad is going to a meeting. After the meeting, I'll take you to mom, huh?"

The Young Marshal nodded.

"Good son!" Rong Shao smiled, kissed him on the face, stuffed him into the arms of the nursery teacher, and then asked him to take him out if he was bored, but only on the floor of the president's office.

The nursery teacher should be again and again. Young Rong went to the meeting room for a meeting.

The meeting lasted nearly three hours, and it was past noon.

Rong Shao specially asked Xu Zhiyuan to come out and ask the nursery teacher to feed the Young Marshal. He can't let him be hungry. Xu Zhiyuan returned to the conference room after explaining.