The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

On Sunday morning, Xiao Pang was woken up early by his aunt, earlier than usual for school.

He groggily got out of bed, and the nanny dressed him and took him to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came downstairs, Mr. Wang was already dressed and waiting in the living room.

Little Fatty stuffed his breakfast into his mouth without tasting it, thinking to himself that Qingqing probably still wasn't awake at this hour.

Little Fatty had no idea why his family was being so enthusiastic.

He was usually a bit grumpy when he woke up, but when he was woken up, a thought popped into his muddled mind: the earlier he got up, the sooner he could see Qingqing.

Thinking of this, his morning grumpiness miraculously disappeared.

After tidying up, Mr. Wang took Xiao Pang from home and they arrived at the Xiao family's alley at nine o'clock sharp.

After the bodyguard learned the purpose of their visit, he called the butler to inquire.

Once confirmed, they were put inside.

Mr. Wang held Little Fatty's hand and followed the housekeeper into the house.

His emotions were far from calm; everything about the Xiao family astonished him.

He suppressed his excitement to appear calm.

However, Little Fatty didn't consider any of these things; all his feelings were written on his face.

He looked left and right, his eyes full of curiosity, and he kept exclaiming in amazement.

"Wow, is this Qingqing's home? It's so beautiful!"

The butler walking beside him smiled.

Little Fatty felt very comfortable here, but he couldn't explain why, so he thought it was because the place was beautiful.

He held his father's hand, and as they walked, he looked up at him expectantly and asked:

"Dad, Qingqing's house is so beautiful. I want to live in a house like that too. Can you buy one for me?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang almost lost his composure.

This kind of house isn't something he can just buy whenever he wants.

Besides, even if he bought it, he couldn't make things like the Xiao family.

He decided to pretend he hadn't heard, but the chubby boy persisted in pulling his hand and shaking it back and forth.

"Dad, can you hear me?"

Mr. Wang felt a little embarrassed in front of the housekeeper, but fortunately the housekeeper spoke up at this moment to divert Xiao Pang's attention and help him out of the predicament.

"Young Master Wang, our young lady is in the main hall. I'll take you there."

Little Fatty looked away and saw Qingqing leading an unknown white, long-haired creature by the door.

"Qingqing, I've come to play with you!"

He was so excited that he immediately let go of Mr. Wang's hand and rushed towards the little girl like a cannonball.

As they got closer, Little Fatty was drawn to the creature beside her that was neither a cat nor a dog.

"Qingqing, what is this?"

The little girl was leading the chubby fox on a walk to help it lose weight, and the chubby fox naturally followed along.

"It's a fox, but it's too fat. Sister Wenyou said she wants to help it lose weight."

This weight loss method involves putting a rope around your neck and taking a walk every day.

Little Fatty exclaimed, "Qingqing, your pet is so special!"

He decided in his heart that when he got back, he would ask his father to buy a fox as a pet.

Kids at this age are like that; they want to have the same things as their best friends, including pets.

Just then, a passing servant came over and took the leash from Qingqing's hand.

"Miss, I can handle this."

She wanted Qingqing to take her friends out to play.

The little girl thought for a moment, knowing that the little fat boy liked to eat, so she gave him a lot of fruit and snacks.

On the other side, after Little Fatty left, the butler led Mr. Wang to the main hall, where Xiao Su was inside.

Although he smiled and said not to be polite, Mr. Wang still exchanged a few pleasantries and handed the gifts he had brought to the housekeeper.

The two got along quite well, and because both were well-intentioned, there was no awkwardness even when they occasionally ran out of things to say.

Almost half an hour had passed, and Mr. Wang was still preoccupied with inquiring about the nursing home.

Finding a suitable opportunity, he seized the chance to ask.

Although the words weren't very direct, how could Xiao Su not understand what he meant?

Little Fatty was one of the few friends Qingqing brought home, and he was happy to do so, but Mr. Wang arrived far too late.

The location of the nursing home had already been decided internally as early as March of this year.

There is limited space inside.

The Xiao family and Professor Tan's side caused quite a stir in the first half of the year.

When something appears in this world that can prolong life without side effects, those who are truly rich and powerful will flock to it.

On a global scale, their family, one of the top families in Beijing, wouldn't even rank among the top.

According to the list that Xiao Su knew, businessmen accounted for only three percent of the people who had made reservations for the nursing home.

If Mr. Wang had said so a few months earlier, he could have helped reserve a spot.

But there's really no other way now.

Mr. Wang was also someone in the industry; Xiao Su gave him a brief explanation, and he understood.

While he was startled, he also felt relieved.

No wonder I haven't heard of anyone in the industry going to a nursing home. I originally thought they hadn't opened up any spots yet, but it turns out they've already been snapped up.

This is truly a battle of gods.

Mr. Wang sighed inwardly, but didn't feel disappointed.

He thought to himself that the friendship between his son Xiaopang and Qingqing was already an unexpected bonus for the Wang family.

All he prays for now is that Qingqing will continue to play with Xiaopang; that's enough for him.