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Daylight said as he picked up Bai's soft hand and placed it in Huo Yun Chen's warm one. Three hands lightly clasped together.

Bai Qingqing felt extremely uneasy. She wanted to pull back, but a glint of bright light flashed in her eyes. With a lazy tone, she said, "It's just holding hands, there's no need to be shy."

"Mommy, don't be shy. I often hold Aangel's hand."

Bai Qingqing's face turned red again. Not only was she blushing, her palms were also sweating.

Looking at these three people in the rearview mirror, regardless of appearance or temperament, they were undoubtedly a family. The old lady would definitely be so happy to see them that she couldn't hide her smile.

They first went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate, then sent Tian Tian to the new kindergarten.

The aristocrat's private bilingual kindergarten was countless times better than the previous gifted kindergarten. It had seven digits for every semester, and most children from other families would not be able to enter.

How many trenches did this man have?

How could a branch president of the Far East be so stingy?

What kind of man was she dealing with? Would she be able to escape in the future?

After sending Tian Tian into the kindergarten, they parted ways with Huo Yunchen.

Before she got out of the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you do that kindergarten thing?"

"Don't look down on me so much, it has nothing to do with me. That's because they dug out their own tombs, and it was the work of the reporters as well."

So it wasn't him. She had said that as the CEO of a branch company, she could use the powerful background of the Far East to compete with the Bai Shen family in business. It was understandable, but in matters of education, how could he have such great ability?

Ye Zichen turned around and walked away, but after taking two steps back, he said seriously,

"The school fees for going to kindergarten every day, I'll pay you back later."

"Alright, let's do the accounting first."

Huo Yun Chen replied indifferently, no emotions could be heard in his tone.

After watching Bai Qingqing enter the office, Huo Yuncheng left.

It was unknown what was on her mind. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she almost bumped into the flower bed at the company's entrance.

In the blink of an eye, his cold eyes dimmed. He opened up the IPAD in his hands and began his work for the next day.

Liu Kai reported on the latest developments as he drove.

"Bai family's Bai Zheng Shan is using all sorts of channels to get information about you, but I've already got someone to tell him some fake news. That person probably believes that you are a nobody by now."

As Liu Kai spoke, he looked behind him at the clean-looking CEO waiting for his praise. However, Huo Yun Chen simply gave a "En" in response.

He added, "As for Shen Yihan from the Shen family, he seems to be looking for you. He hopes to work with us on the South Bay project. But now that everything has been blocked by me, how can that scumbag be worthy of cooperating with us from the Far East? "

Now it was time to praise him.

Not really.

"Sir, Miss Bai —"

Hearing the word 'Miss Bai', Huo Yun Chen finally had a reaction.

A certain someone unhappily raised his head and glared at him:

"Call her Young Mistress."

"Oh, the young mistress is looking for that Jiang Shuo. The Bai Clan is also looking for him." But that brat just seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth, and there's still no news of him even though the people that were sent out. "

Huo Yun Chen held his head in one hand as a strange glow flashed in his eyes.

"Send more people out. We must find him before the Bai Clan does." This person definitely had the ability to kill the Bai Clan. Otherwise, Qing Qing wouldn't rush to find him, and Bai Zheng Shan wouldn't be so nervous. Maybe he was the one who killed Qing Qing's best friend five years ago. "

Qingqing?

They changed their mouths so quickly, they were really close.

The corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. How many women would have to cry to death like this in the East River?