Chapter 640

"My son is only four years old. How can he take over? Don't go back and lose Xuanxuan. " Ji Qianchen despises Ling Xiaohan's ghost idea on one face, and resolutely wants to turn over and pick it up by himself.

"Pao Mei wants to let rob take him as soon as possible." Lingxiao cold voice just fell, has taken out his mobile phone, to rob to a phone.

At this time, rob is busy arranging the next day's fourth birthday party for the young master in lingshigong castle.

"By the way, let rob make one, and he will be four in a few years."

Ji Qianchen hurriedly reminds Ling Xiaohan.

Connect the phone.

"Hello, young master, are you still working overtime? The layout in the palace castle is almost finished. Do you need to come back and check it? "

"And yechen?"

Ling Yichen asked not cold or hot.

"In bullying servants, he didn't want all the building blocks and toy cars at home. He said it was naive."

Ling Xiaohan opens the loudspeaker, and Rob's words are also introduced to Ji Qianchen's ears.

The four-year-old son's IQ is superior, and his psychological age has already surpassed that of the four-year-old child.

When rob said that, Ji Qianchen was not surprised.

"Give him a task to pick up Cheng Xuan, three, Cheng Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng's daughter from the airport."

"Miss Cheng has a daughter? When did it happen? "

"This needs your attention?"

"Cough, young master, I'll take the little young master to come right away."

Hang up.

Ling Xiaohan throws his cell phone on the table.

I want to love my wife. There are so many assholes.

"Ling Xiaohan, do you want to continue?"

"It's time to add a sister to yechen."

Ling Xiaohan lifts Ji Qianchen from his desk, sits at his desk, and then bends down to kiss her sensitive earlobe.

"You've been saying that for three years."

Ji Qianchen's words let Ling xiaohandun live the next move.

He stood tall in front of her.

A pair of deep eyes staring at her directly, "no, naturally to continue to work hard."

"We've all worked hard for three years."

Every time the word "daughter" is mentioned, it is the pain in Ling Xiao's heart.

"Try one more time and you may succeed."

Ling Xiaohan holds her shoulders and pecks at her pink lips.

The scalding palm slowly touched the bottom of her dress.

……

A black Lincoln lengthens to arrive at Paris Charles de Gaulle International Airport in the dark.

The door of Lincoln car inlaid with Phnom Penh opened.

Rob took the lead in getting out of the car, went to the other side of the car and helped the noble young master open the door.

"Here you are, young master. Get out of the car. "

A little boy in the back of the car, climbed down from his seat, put his little hand in Rob's palm, jumped up and down from the car.

Ling Yichen, wearing a small suit with black back strap, has short black hair like ink, obsidian eyes like the stars tonight, thin bangs slightly covering his white forehead, and a pair of thin and pink lips under his handsome nose are particularly handsome.

White skin with delicate and lovely facial features, slightly fleshy face, people can't help but go to kiss.

This little guy, who has been cherished by thousands of people since he was born, is beautiful, but his character

In Ji Qianchen's words, he is a little devil. All people are deceived by his appearance and cute appearance at birth.

"Uncle radish, is yechen handsome today?"

Ling Yichen, holding Rob's hand, manages his black suit and asks rob.

"Handsome, very handsome, young master always handsome." Rob's face.

Laughing and flattering this naturally narcissistic boy.

On second thought, the child didn't know who to inherit.

In principle, young master is not narcissistic, and young lady is not narcissistic.

Besides, uncle rob has never changed his mind since he learned to speak.

In fact, he refused.

Uncle radish, what the hell?

"That's good. Don't disgrace mom and dad."

Ling Yichen was praised and rushed to the exit hall with Rob's hand in his hand.

"Wait a minute, young master, and this pick-up card. We don't know what Miss Xuanxuan looks like."

Rob quickly turned back to the car and took out the pick-up card that had been prepared in advance. It said Cheng Xuan.

"Uncle radish, I'll take it, I'll take it."

After seeing the pick-up card, Ling Yichen jumps up and grabs for it.

"Young master, this is what I should do, and the pick-up card should be held high, so that it can be seen." Rob was afraid that Ling Yichen could not take the pick-up card, so he kindly advised him.

"Oh, is uncle radish hating yechen short?" Ling Yichen asked with a little red mouth.The soft little face was crumpled up and looked a little depressed.

"Cough I dare not. Uncle Luo helps you to get the exit, can you lift it again? " Rob sweat, tears in his heart.

The young master's difficulty in serving is completely above that of the young master and his wife.

This is absolutely genetic plus genetic reinforcement.

"OK, thank you uncle radish."

Ling Yichen's droopy little face suddenly showed a smile and jumped into the entrance and exit of the station.

Stand at the exit of people.

Rob hands the pick-up card to Ling Yichen.

There was a melancholy on his face.

This little guy can't even reach one meter. Even if he raises it completely, he will barely reach one meter.

One meter high, at the crowded exit, who can see the pick-up card that is almost submerged by the crowd.

It's a pain in the egg.

Ling Yichen looks at people from all over the world with big watery eyes.

"Uncle radish, these people are so tall. It's blocking yechen's eyes. "

Sure enough, after a while, the little guy noticed something wrong.

"Young master, it's not blocking your eyes, it's blocking your eyes." Rob is always talkative. He can't help but correct the little master's habit of using words.

"What is the line of sight?"

"Sight is..." Rob just wanted to explain it to him and found that there was no word in his stomach.

He is a Korean with a profound Chinese culture.

"Young master, you'd better use your eyes. So, do you want me to get rid of those people who are blocking your vision, or do you want uncle Luo to hold high? "

"Hold high, I'll hold high." Hearing of the raising high, Ling Yichen did not hesitate to choose to raise high.

In fact, rob has a shadow over the word "high".

Before each time Ling Yichen was allowed to ride on his neck, he always used a bubble of urine to serve him.

"That's good, but promise uncle Luo that you can't pee, OK?"

"Hum, uncle radish, you look down on people. They will be four years old tomorrow. They won't pee casually."

"Well, young master, let's take off." Rob squats down, hugs Ling Yichen, who holds the pick-up tag, around his neck, and then helps him stand up.

For a moment, Ling Yichen was a bit higher than all the people present, and he felt proud of the others.

"Wow, uncle radish, it's so tall. Sister Xuanxuan must be able to see us."