Chapter 891

Fortunately, the president's room is equipped with milk powder. The nursery teacher flushed the milk powder, measured the temperature and fed it to the Young Marshal when it was mild.

After drinking milk, the Young Marshal played in the president's room for a while. He felt bored, so he took the nursery teacher out.

After walking on the floor of the president's office for a while, the nursery teacher was in a hurry and wanted to go to the bathroom, so he asked the secretary who hadn't finished work in the secretary room to help take care of the Young Marshal.

The secretary who was working while having lunch happily agreed.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, squatted down and stretched out his hands to him, "ah! Young Marshal, come on, aunt hug!"

"That secretary, Young Marshal, please take care of it. I'll be back soon!"

"Go on, go on. It's my honor to take care of the Young Marshal. I'll take care of it carefully. Don't worry."

"OK, thank you." The nursery teacher went to the bathroom at ease.

The Secretary held the Young Marshal on his lap, looked at his exquisite little face and carved it out of the same mold as Rong Shao. He loved it very much and teased him: "come, Young Marshal, will you smile for your aunt? HMM... will you play with this for you?"

The Secretary picked up the white rabbit ornament from his desk and shook it in front of him, trying to amuse him.

"Auntie Young Marshal, play this for you. It's a singing velvet doll!"

"My God! Young Marshal, this face is as tender as water tofu. I love it!"

"Young Marshal, will you kiss your aunt? Just kiss it, will you?"

For a time, the secretaries in the secretary room gathered around and teased the Young Marshal.

The handsome young man frowned tightly and was very uncomfortable by the perfume smell of his secretaries. His little hand waved the secretaries' hands to touch his cheeks, and the fluffy toys that had been put on his hands were also thrown away.

Secretary Fang quickly hugged him and was afraid that he would fall to the ground. The secretary room was no better than the president's room. It was covered with two layers of thick carpet. If the Young Marshal made any mistake, rongshao would not let them go!

The young marshal was really angry. He didn't like being surrounded by a group of people and began to struggle with his hands and feet. Secretary Fang thought about putting him on his desk. Just picked him up, the Young Marshal suddenly screamed——

"Ah --!" The Young Marshal covered his eyes with a painful hand.

When Secretary Fang wanted to hold the Young Marshal and send it to the office desk, the Young Marshal struggled to wave his hand and met the chopsticks inserted in the bowl of beef noodles on her desk. Secretary Fang liked spicy and added a full layer of chili oil!

The chopsticks were waved off by him, and chili oil splashed into his eyes. The pain is conceivable.

"Oh, my God! Pepper has entered our eyes. What can we do? Young Rong will kill us!"

"Go wash your eyes! Yes, go to the bathroom and wash your eyes for the Young Marshal. Come on!"

"Secretary Li, did you drive here today? Go down and wait, and take the Young Marshal to the hospital immediately! He can't make a mistake!"

"OK, I'll go down right away! Hurry up, too!"

The secretaries were in a mess, nervous, worried and frightened. Secretary Fang directly picked up the Young Marshal and rushed into the bathroom to wash his eyes.

When the nursery teacher washed his hands and came out, he saw Secretary Fang rush in with the Young Marshal in his arms. For a moment, he asked anxiously, "what's the matter? What's the matter with the Young Marshal?"

"Pepper is in your eyes. You have to wash it immediately!"

"Oh, my God! Come here! Come here and wash the Young Marshal!" Nursery teachers also joined the army of eye washing.

When Rong Shao came out of the meeting room, he rubbed his swollen forehead. At the thought of taking his baby son to him later, his joy covered all his fatigue.