Autor: Qingqing Zijin 05 Machinenübersetzung
Seeing Long Chenjue's face turn dark, Jian Xiaomo quickly reached out her hand and pulled Long Chenjue's hand, who was about to lose his temper. "Long Chenjue, let's go."
2If he continued to stay here, this man would lose his temper.
2While pulling Long Chenjue, Jian Xiaomo was sweating in her heart. This pregnant woman really dared to say that because of her big belly.
2She did not know who she was facing and what kind of words she dared to say.
After being pulled away by Jian Xiaomo for some distance, Long Chenjue's face suddenly darkened. He said to Jian Xiaomo, "What's the deal with China Merchants Bank that she mentioned?"
2What did she mean by ten daughters and ten China Merchants Bank? Was she comparing his daughter to China Merchants Bank?
2Was his, Long Chenjue's, woman so worthless?
2Jian Xiaomo thought about it and tried her best to understand. She expressed everything. "Long Chenjue, China Marchants Bank means to give birth to a daughter. Giving birth to a daughter means that you can bring money to your parents. When your daughter grows up, the groom's family will send dowry gifts to accompany the house and the car. In any case, you can earn back the money after you raise your daughter."
2Jian Xiaomo did not know how much Long Chenjue understood.
2Sure enough, Long Chenjue's eyes were extremely dark, as if he was thinking.
2As the great CEO Long, of course, did not understand what it meant to accompany the car and the house.
2However, he grasped the key words. Suddenly, his face darkened and he quickly walked forward.
Jian Xiaomo could not help but take two quick steps forward. She followed Long Chenjue and said, "Long Chenjue, what are you going to do?"
2"I don't want my daughter to be China Merchants Bank. In order to prevent others from describing my daughter as China Merchants Bank, I want this bank to disappear!"
2Long Chenjue's tone was extremely calm.
Jian Xiaomo: "..."
2Ever since he found out that Jian Xiaomo was pregnant with a boy, whenever Jian Xiaomo ate, as long as she could eat a little... It attracted Long Chenjue's vigilance. "Jian Xiaomo, remember to let my daughter eat more when you eat. Don't give all the delicious food to your little lover!" Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo.
2Jian Xiaomo was drinking the soup and almost choked on it.
He could still tell how much the baby ate when she ate it into her stomach. She was really impressed by this man.
2Did he have to be jealous so easily?
2He was jealous of the baby in her stomach.
2Seeing that Jian Xiaomo was about to choke on the soup, Long Chenjue stretched out his slender fingers and patted Jian Xiaomo's back. As he patted Jian Xiaomo's back, Long Chenjue stared at Jian Xiaomo's soup, and his eyes stopped moving.
2Jian Xiaomo's body couldn't help but stiffen. What happened again?!
2In the end, Long Chenjue picked up the soup in front of Jian Xiaomo with one hand, put it between his nostrils, and sniffed it. "Ba Luo, pour it out and change the soup for Jian Xiaomo again."
2Jian Xiaomo couldn't help but look at Long Chenjue in surprise.
"Sour girls." Long Chenjue's pitch-black pupils fixed on Jian Xiaomo's small face. He had just learned this from a book. Recently, Jian Xiaomo had a baby, and he had been reading parenting books without even reading the financial news.
2"So, Jian Xiaomo, in order to let my daughter drink more soup, you must drink more spicy soup!" Long Chenjue said domineeringly.
2Ba Luo was about to change the soup for Jian Xiaomo, but he suddenly staggered and almost fell down. So this was the reason why the Young Master asked him to change the soup.
2Ba Luo was a little speechless.
Where did all these sour and spicy girls come from?
2Jian Xiaomo was simply speechless. She thought that this man wanted Ba Luo to change the soup for her because he was afraid that the soup would get cold. So this was the reason.
Babies, there are still two left.