The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

He was also curious about Gu Zifan's taste. Why did he always take a fancy to things that were not very outstanding?    

    

If he were to establish his own family, he did not know what it would be like.    

    

Gu Tingshen roughly looked at it, took the pen and signed his name. Huo Niannian had just finished dealing with it.    

    

"If there is nothing important, just say it on the computer. There is no need to make a special trip. "    

    

Gu Tingshen's words were also meant for Yan Yan to hear, so he was a lot more tactful.    

    

"Yes. " Zhou Haoqin nodded and panicked.    

    

He did not want to either. However, Gu Zifan was like a ghost who wanted to kill him. It was too difficult for him to hand this over today.    

    

"Little Nian Ci, it's time to eat. " Nanny Liu informed the people in the room in the kitchen.    

    

"Then let's not disturb President Gu and President Huo. We'll be leaving first. "    

    

"Goodbye, NianCi. "    

    

Yan Yan waved his hand at Nianci, and the little girl shyly waved her hand. "Goodbye, Zhou Uncle. Goodbye, Yan Yan, Aunt. "    

    

Huo Niannian had just heard the conversation between Gu Tingshen and Zhou Haoqin. After they left, Huo Niannian asked about this at the dining table.    

    

"Didn't Gu Zifan have to be in Gu Industries before? Why did he suddenly change his mind?"    

    

"If he stayed in Gu Industries because of my position, then he would never have a chance to rise again. Instead, he would be the one who stood on his own. He should have thought it through. "    

    

Nian Ci's little claws exerted force on a small rabbit shaped cream bag on one side. However, he could not get it with his short hands, so Gu Tingshen picked one for her.    

    

"Thank you, Dad. " With a bite, the little bunny's tail was bitten off.    

    

Huo Niannian saw that her daughter ate so sweetly and pointed at the milk yellow packet, "I want it too. "    

    

That small bamboo steamer was right in front of her and could be reached out to get it.    

    

Gu Tingshen also spoiled her, and stretched out his chopsticks to feed Huo Niannian a small pig shaped milk yellow packet.    

    

Huo Niannian's eyes curved and her mouth was stuffed with milk yellow packet. She laughed very foolishly.    

    

Nian Ci watched from the side. She felt that her mother's food was delicious. At least it was sweeter than the one in her hands. Otherwise, why would her mother laugh so happily?    

    

"I. . . I want pigs too. "    

    

"After eating the food in your hands, I'll give it to NianCi. "    

    

Nianci looked at the big half of the milk and yellow packet in her hand. If she finished eating it, she probably wouldn't be able to eat it anymore.    

    

But her father had told her not to leave any leftovers. She had to finish all the food in the bowl.    

    

She really wanted to take another pig pig, but she had to finish all the food in her hand.    

    

Because there were children coming home tomorrow, Huo Niannian wanted to prepare some snacks and snacks. She wanted to make some biscuits.    

    

After dinner, Huo Niannian busied herself with NianCi.    

    

Huo Niannian used a mold to press the biscuits, and Nian Ci rolled a ball at the side. Her small hands were not big, but her movements were very skilled. This was also thanks to playing with rubber mud in the kindergarten.    

    

"Nian Ci, what are you kneading?"    

    

Seeing the dough in Nian Ci's hands becoming more and more like a small person with a head and hands, Huo Niannian could not help but ask.    

    

Nian Ci was quite proud, "Squeeze a father. "    

    

"Hmm?" Huo Niannian looked at Gu Tingshen, who had a big head, a big belly, and long arms and legs. She wiped the butter off her hands and took a picture with her phone before sending it to Gu Tingshen.    

    

This is the father in your daughter's eyes. The love of a father is like a mountain, and the love of a father is like a mountain. . .    

    

Gu Tingshen, who was busy working in the study, was speechless. Was this how he felt in Nian Ci's heart?    

    

Wait.    

    

Gu Tingshen could no longer sit still. He replied to Huo Niannian and went downstairs to the kitchen.    

    

Next to the cooking table, Nian Ci was seriously forming a second person.    

    

Gu Tingshen knew the person beside him. . . It was him.    

    

"Nian Ci, who is this?"    

    

"I'm pinching a mother. "    

    

Nianci carefully pressed a long strip on the ball. It was her mother's ponytail. . .