Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

"I know, he told me."

Qiao Xueyuan didn't expect Jiang Nuantang would remember her about this matter. Her voice was very excited and a little curious.

“Will I see the wealthy families in real life?”

There was some excitement in these words.

after all--

In Jincheng, although the Mu family is not as wealthy as the Shao family, they are still one of the richest families ranked high.

Especially since it has been passed down for hundreds of years.

I think it will be different from those upstarts who made their fortunes after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

How can one not feel anticipation?

Qiao Xueyuan was thinking excitedly, but the next second, Jiang Nuantang poured a basin of cold water on her.

"You're overthinking it. Watch less deceptive TV shows on weekdays."

There aren’t so many dramas about wealthy families in real life.

No matter what their identity, status, or even family are, they are just ordinary people.

Jiang Nuantang didn't want to give Qiao Xueyuan any bad impressions.

So he ruthlessly shattered her expectations.

"Ok."

Qiao Xueyuan was a little depressed, but her low mood did not last long. She changed the subject and continued:

"I don't know what he likes, and I don't know whether he likes the gifts I prepared."

Compared to the half-joking inquiry above.

There is some sincerity in these words.

In particular, in Qiao Xueyuan's opinion, someone with Mu Yunqian's family background and status must have everything he needs.

In this case, it seemed that nothing she gave was right.

Fortunately, this time Jiang Nuantang did not pour cold water on her, but instead spoke to comfort her.

"Mu Yunqian has a big, carefree personality and a wide range of interests. He likes almost everything his friends give him."

"That's good."

Qiao Xueyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could be happy, he heard Jiang Nuantang continue to add.

"Even if I don't like it, I won't let you know."

Qiao Xueyuan was speechless for a moment, then said with difficulty:

"Boss, it doesn't matter if you don't say this."

Across the phone, Jiang Nuantang raised the corners of her lips and showed a beautiful smile.

For some reason, she liked to tease Qiao Xueyuan occasionally. She found it very entertaining to imagine her expression of anger but not being able to speak out.

……

After get off work in the evening, Jiang Nuantang and Shao Zhanlin returned to the old house together.

There are not many people in the Shao and Mu families of this generation, and the old man and the old lady of the Mu family are no longer alive.

So on Mu Yunqian’s birthday, the whole family went to the villa halfway up the mountain to have dinner with the old man.

Because Mu Yunqian had a birthday party later, he would leave shortly after dinner.

The old man was in high spirits. When he saw Jiang Nuantang coming in with Shao Zhanlin's arm around his, he narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"I know everything Nuan Nuan has been doing these past two days."

Jiang Nuantang smiled:

"Just playing around."

Mu Yunqian came back early and came down from upstairs, followed by the four little ones.

After school, they were picked up here. When they saw their parents, they immediately forgot about their cousin who had played with them for a long time, and ran towards Jiang Nuantang and Shao Zhanlin.

Mu Yunqian had long been accustomed to the situation where he had to retreat to the second line when Shao Zhanlin and Jiang Nuantang appeared.

He didn't feel dissatisfied, but continued the previous topic and said sarcastically:

"Grandpa, please stop talking like that. I envy her dressing room. I wish I had one too."

Jiang Nuantang, who had just bent down to pick up the child, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and asked him half-jokingly:

"Do you want me to give you half of the items in the cloakroom? Otherwise, I'm afraid that what you have won't be enough."

To be honest, Mu Yunqian was a little tempted.

After all, the items in Jiang Nuantang's cloakroom are not ordinary.

But after thinking about it, he reluctantly refused.

"Forget it. I'm afraid my parents will beat me to death."