Stop There, Daddy

Hearing the female president’s words, He Siming couldn’t help but smile. “You want to keep me?”

“Yes,” the female president nodded. “You have to think about it properly. There aren’t many people who are as unafraid of that person’s power to protect you in this situation like me. If you miss this, there will be no next one. “Yes.”

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes as he asked in a cold voice, “Do you think you’re worthy?”

“You …” said the female president angrily.

It was just that he did not expect He Siming to be in such a state now, and the cold in his eyes remained unchanged.

“Alright, then I’d like to see what I can do if you don’t accept it. I really want to see what will happen to you.”

He Siming gave a cold glance and left the company without caring.

After a day of interviews, the results were the same as yesterday.

He Siming returned home and was warmly welcomed by Wen Baobao as soon as he returned home.

“Father, you’re back,” Wen Baobao immediately rushed up and gave He Siming a hug.

He Siming curved his lips and raised Wen Baobao up and turned around a few times.

“Hahaha, daddy, let me down. I can’t do it anymore,” Wen Baobao smiled happily.

He Siming put Wen Baobao on the sofa and looked at the happy fruit.

Even if she wasn’t by his side now, she still left such a happy fruit by his side, comforting him all the time.

Looking at He Siming’s contemplative expression, Wen Baobao asked curiously, “What are you thinking about?”

Afraid that Wen Baobao would think of his mother’s sadness, he quickly shook his head.

Wen Baobao looked at him and didn’t know if he should ask. After thinking for a while, he couldn’t help but ask, “Daddy, are your interviews not going well today?”

He Siming said awkwardly, “Well, it’s not going well, but Papa believes that as long as you work hard, you’ll definitely find a job.”

Wen Baobao climbed onto He Siming’s lap and sat down. He wrapped his arms around his neck and asked, “Daddy, baby has a suggestion that you don’t know if you think it’s okay.”

“Oh, the baby has an idea too?” He Siming asked curiously. He didn’t know what Wen Baobao was hiding in his little head.

Wen Baobao nodded and be poker-faced said, “I looked at daddy’s drawing before. Daddy has professional training, which is no worse than some masters. If he didn’t daddy to draw on the streets, he would definitely attract a lot of attention with his father’s skill and skill. He might be able to make a lot of money.

He Siming’s face darkened bit by bit. He shook his head and said with certainty, “No!”

“Why not? This is something that the baby came up with so much difficulty, and if you go, the baby will go back to help you,” Wen Baobao pouted and was very dissatisfied with his father’s perfunctory behavior.

He Siming still had a dark face and said in a firm tone, “I said that I can’t do it or not. There’s no reason.”

Wen Baobao saw through his thoughts at a glance and despised him, “Are you afraid of losing face?”

Wen Baobao sighed, silently walked back to his room and turned on his computer.

It was really difficult for him to bear the burden that he should not bear at such a young age.

However, it was time for him to shoulder the burden for his father.

This morning, I saw that there was a teenager flying chess competition on the website. As long as I won the game, there would be 100, 000 RMB. Although this hundred thousand is not much, it can at least help.

Therefore, he decisively pressed the registration and filled in all the other information.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Wen Baobao prayed silently, “Mommy, bless me the success of the competition.”

“That’s not right. I inherited such an excellent genes from Father. I can definitely win.”

After registering, he secretly went to participate.

Because it was a teenage class, the age limit was 16 years old. When Wen Baobao went, he found that there were big brothers and big sisters who were much older than him.

He was short and only half of their height.

Even when he was about to enter, the security guards thought that he was a child.

“Child, it’s a competition scene. You can’t enter.” Quickly find your parents to watch the competition in the audience area, “the security guard stopped.

“Uncle, I’m not a child. I’m a contestant in the competition,” Wen Baobao explained.

The security guard smiled and squatted down. “Good children can’t lie to others. Where are your parents? Tell me, I’ll bring you to your parents.”

Wen Baobao was helpless, so he hung the token of the contestant he received, proving that he was a contestant.

“Uncle, look at it. I’m really a contestant. I didn’t lie to you,” Wen Baobao explained.

The security guard took Wen Baobao’s card and looked at it, then repeatedly compared the photos and ages on the card. Only then did he really believe that they were really contestants.

The security guard immediately apologized. “sorry, child, you’re too young.”

“It’s okay, Uncle,” Wen Baobao said politely and went to the competition.

In the apartment.

Wen Luo sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV bored.

Gong Yu’s possessiveness towards her was too strong. He usually wouldn’t let her go out.

She changed several platforms in boredom and felt bored, but she saw a familiar voice on the last stage.

The presenter’s voice was heard on the television. “My dear audience and friends. Hello, our show is about to begin. Now we’re introducing our contestants. First was contestant number one Wang Yu. She graduated from the top school in our city at the age of 15.

Wen Luo continued to watch patiently. She seemed to be very familiar with the child that had just passed by.

She had been watching until the camera finally turned to a child.

He was much lower than the other children, but his introduction was still very simple. He also showed an incomparable calmness on the stage and didn’t see the tension at all.

“Hello everyone, my name is Wen Baobao, a local. I like to travel and draw.”

Wen Luo looked at the child and gently frowned. That strong sense of familiarity struck her brain.

Wen Baobao, Wen Baobao. “Wen Luo read this name over and over again.

All of a sudden, some familiar images entered her mind again, and the previous scenes re-entered her mind.

Wen Baobao, Wen Baobao is her child! She wasn’t Wino, all of this was fake. She was Wen Shuyue.

As she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open and Wen Luo quickly turned off the television.

“What’s wrong?” Gong Yu looked at her and asked.

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired from watching TV. I’ll go back to my room first,” Wen Luo’s heart jumped nervously and returned to her room.