MTL - Bringing Along a Ball and Hiding from Foreign Devils-Chapter 14 game

When Ron returned to the company, only the Leonid was left in the office.

"What about people?" Ron asked, looking around.

Leonid looked up from the file and didn't want to take care of Ron. He only looked at him and lowered his head to continue working.

Ron’s face was soaked and he sat on his chair opposite him. He said with exaggeration: “Let me think about it. I have so hard to go around such a big circle, and I will provide you with a close distance with him. Opportunity, the result is that after you let the family report the work with you, don’t you say it and let people go?"

"Oh." Leonid put down the pen, leaned back on the office chair, folded his hands over the abdomen, and returned to him: "I hope that the next time someone's secretary can do a good job, put Unrelated people are also taken away."

"What?" Ron didn't quite understand, but he thought about what happened recently and suddenly wanted to understand, "Has Natasha?"

Leonid picked an eyebrow and didn't say much. It defaulted to Ron's question.

"The trough! I missed this drama!" Ron patted his thigh and looked at his wrist. "Is there any change in Natasha? What is the reaction of Ren Zhouyuan? Oh, no, if he doesn't respond, it is the most absolute." That proves that you really have to work hard."

Leonid’s eyes were slightly unobtrusive, and he no longer cares for him, let him talk to himself on his own, and he is going to return to the work pile. When Ron saw it, he immediately put away his own ridicule. He came to gossip for more content.

"Don't be busy, let me analyze and analyze for you. Are we good at the right medicine?" Ron sold his smile and pleased.

Leonid stared at him for a while and saw that he was no longer stupid. This put aside the pen. He really needs the advice of others for his staff.

He will tell Ron every detail of Ren Zhouyuan, and the reaction of Ren Zhou to Natasha. Of course, these descriptions are all beautified by himself. Ron removes all kinds of praises from Leonid. Basically restored the situation at the time.

"Then you think," said Ron. "Does he remember you?"

"He remembers." Leonid decided. "But he is afraid of me."

Ron nodded. "Does he know that you recognize him?"

Leonid thought for a while and said with certainty: "There should be no present."

"How do you know?" Ron asked.

"Sometimes I appeared at the door of his office. He saw me but didn't dare to say hello. And this time too, he obviously can wait for you to come back and give me the manuscript, but he is still obedient." Leonid recalls. With some small details, he secretly boasted: "This child is a person who is completely opposite to your personality. He has all kinds of Chinese people who are very traditional. How to say, both character and temperament, it feels very old-fashioned anyway. If he knows that I have recognized him, according to his temper, he must not hide his salary."

Leonid thought of the appearance of Zhou’s blushing face this morning, and the silly that he was already drunk and flushed, and he still had to bicker with him. He also recalled that Ren Zhouyuan could not enjoy it in bed. Looks, my eyes are softer.

Ron nodded and suddenly felt a bit wrong. He turned back and said: "What do you mean! What is totally different from me? Are you saying that I am very open and swearing?!"

Leonid glanced at him and didn't return to him, but the expression clearly showed "I hope you have self-knowledge."

Ron glanced at him with a sigh of relief and thought about it. "I think your instincts should be correct, but you can't pretend to be with him for a lifetime. I have heard about it. Recently, we Here is a mixed-race who looks very similar to yours. Are you having a big belly outside, and people are coming to the door."

Leonid’s words frowned, and he also heard a little about it. He did what he had done. He knew very well that it was impossible to have an illegitimate child outside, but Ron’s words reminded him of another. The thing, the person who brought the mixed-race to class, is a good friend of Ren Zhouyuan. He has seen them standing in front of the company several times.

So what is going on here? A mixed-race child who looks like him, is the son of that guy's friend?

What is messy.

Ron didn't know what he was thinking. He just looked at what he expected to be Ren Zhouyuan. He continued to ridicule: "You have to be careful, don't wear a green hat and don't know it. Too many, you have to be found by the door, don't say that you can rebuild the old with Ren Zhou, you don't even want to touch him with a finger."

Leonid looked at him indifferently and returned his words, "Shut up."

After Ren Zhouyuan went back that day, he was even more convinced that Leonid really didn’t remember himself. After all, they stood so close and said so much, he didn’t notice it, or the cold face, so he was courageous. When I got older, I also let go of my work and I was no longer so timid.

An An’s side has been in the class for more than half a month now, and there has been nothing wrong with it. Ren Zhouyuan’s words from every time Fan Wenfeng and him reported that Wei’s teacher did not have any extra thoughts on An’an. It is estimated that An An is a young and mixed-race child, and he pays more attention to him.

Every time An An returned from Buick, he would tell him a lot of content in the class. He said that he was more than he returned from kindergarten. Although Anan still couldn’t make friends in kindergarten, Ren Zhouyuan was not so worried. After all, this child I also made friends with Vicki, but the age of those "friends" is a bit big.

In addition to sticking to him at home, Anan is playing with the small model he brought back from Buick. Sometimes it is a mini drone, sometimes a 3D print model, sometimes a VR device, and those little things look at the cost. It is not cheap, but he can only pay thousands of course fees at the beginning. Occasionally, An An was frightened when he was playing with it. He worried that he would not be able to pay for it, but Fan Wenfeng said that it was sent by Vicki.

Ren Zhouyuan is more and more curious about the operation mode of Vipchi. However, he has been in the company for some time, but he has not yet explored the secret of the company’s operation. He just saw that An’an is so happy, that is, he is losing money, he also thinks the value. It is.

When Ren Zhouyuan saw that Anan flexibly used these small hands to take apart these small machines and fight back, he couldn’t help but sigh that An An was indeed the child of that person. He was also glad that he did not stop An An’s study because of his own selfish desires. With this talent, it is worthwhile to go to a better place to receive a better education.

Thinking of this, Ren Zhouyuan is a little bit guilty.

Not to mention his current deposits, even if he saves for another ten years, it is difficult to make a large sum of money for An An to study abroad.

He doesn't have much opinion on Chinese education. He just thinks that Anan is now enlightened in the field of science and technology. Children are also fond of playing with these gadgets. The environment for training scientific and technological talents abroad is better than domestic ones. Anan is His only son, even if he let him do everything, would like to provide him with the best.

But even if he let him do everything, he can only provide a little bit of little things for Anan.

Sometimes he would also think that if Ann is not following himself, but Leonid, and the ability of the man to make money, presumably send An An to study abroad, this little thing will certainly not cause much trouble to him, but once you start thinking about these If there is nothing, he will conceal that he has no interest, and he will try to reach him for him, and he does not have to rely on others.

Ren Zhouyuan looked at An'an and didn't play it. He dismantled the small drone and stuffed it back. After the fight and the teardown, it was a bit incomprehensible. What interesting is there.

He leaned to the next door of An'an, sat down on the small coffee table, and looked at Anan's focused side face from the side, and was suddenly sprouted.

"An An, my father was hurt..." Ren Zhouyuan suddenly came up with a sentence.

Anan took the hand of the small plane and paused. He threw a hand on the hand and looked at the face of Ren Zhouyuan with a look of concern. "Where is Dad?"

Ren Zhouyuan originally wanted to tease him. I didn't expect An An to react so much. My heart was a little warm, but I continued to enjoy my son's love. He covered his hand with his hand and sighed with a tone: "Dad's heart hurts."

An An’s two small hands immediately moved to the heart of Ren Zhouyuan’s heart, resting on the back of Ren’s hand. His face went over and the buns blew his face. “Dad still hurts? Ann’s cry.”

Ren Zhouyuan pretended to smash two times: "An An will help his father not cry."

When An An listened, he looked up and wrinkled two small eyebrows and said, "Dad is not deceiving An An. An An was just comforting Dad. How could it be painful?" He taught Ren Zhouyuan with one glance: "Dad is not obedient, it is painful to say, can't lie to Anan and say no pain, Anan will not bring his father to see a doctor."

Ren Zhouyuan was almost amused by his old man's appearance and tried to laugh at the floor, but his mouth still leaked his mood.

Anan used to observe his expression from the face of Ren Zhouyuan when he was a child. At this time, he knew that Ren Zhouyuan was teasing him, quickly pumping his hand back and turning his head to continue to fool his little planes.

Ren Zhouyuan held Anan in his arms and fell back on the back sofa. He didn't let Anan touch his little things. He said with a mouthful of vinegar: "You don't love Dad in Anan."

An An’s two short arms flicked twice in the air, still couldn’t catch the parts on the table, and said to Ren Zhouyuan seriously: “Dad, don’t make trouble.”

Ren Zhouyuan is going to make trouble with him. He puts him on the sofa and scratches him. He hears him giggling and still wants to squeeze out a serious little face. It looks like it’s tangled, and he looks funny. With those small airplane models, Dad’s heart is not concerned.”

"Dad... big... big liar!" Anan smiled and his tears overflowed. Ren Zhouyuan didn't dare to make too much trouble. He scratched him and let him go. Anan sat up and pulled off his clothes. His face was red and his eyes were still tearful. He complained that Ren Zaoyuan said: "Dad is a big liar, and it is uncomfortable to lie."

"Dad didn't lie to Ann," Ren Zhouyuan looked innocent. "Dad really hurts. Anan ignores Dad. You see that you are playing back today, and you haven't talked to Dad."

An An’s face was red again, and he muttered a few words, saying that he didn’t love Dad. In the end, Zhou Yuan finally listened to what An An said. He said: “The lab will hold a small game next week, Anan wants to Win a prize and return to Dad."

After he finished, he turned and continued to smash his parts on the table, only revealing two red ears and telling Ren Zhouyuan that he was shy.

Ren Zhouyuan stunned after hearing it. He was not concerned about whether Ann could win the prize. But if Anan really won the game, would that person find the existence of Anan?

The author has something to say:

Ren Zhouyuan: An An does not love Dad.

Leonid: It doesn't matter, Anan's father loves you.

An An: I hate nuts!

Leonid: Anan doesn't love Dad anymore. QAQ

Ren Zhouyuan: ...It doesn't matter, Anan's father loves you.