100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 529 Visiting the Golden Gate

"Having a child out of wedlock?"

Song Guizhou frowned. If that was the case, then it was indeed a stain on his record, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to go there.

However, Ming Jiaye doesn't seem like such an irresponsible person. If the other party has his child, under normal circumstances, given the Ming family's tradition, they would definitely require the two to get married.

Those who heard Meng Changji spouting nonsense were sweating profusely!

Good heavens, if Ming Shi knew they were ruining his reputation behind his back like this, who knows how he would settle accounts with them later!

Meng Changji's voice wasn't quiet; not only could Song Guizhou and his group hear him clearly, but the waiters delivering dishes and the passing customers could also hear him clearly. The same two words simultaneously crossed their minds: It's over.

......

Yuan Dahai called her right on time.

Mingjia was quite the gentleman; after the meal, he took the child home.

Before she got out of the car, she asked, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

Without hesitation, she answered "lemon boneless chicken feet".

I just saw it online this afternoon, and my order hasn't arrived yet. Mingjia's question immediately whetted my appetite.

“It’s not good to eat this in the morning.” Ming Jiaye frowned slightly. He had noticed this while the child was eating earlier. She barely touched the rice in her bowl, but she picked up peanuts one after another from the dish. She also finished off the braised beef and jellyfish strips. She didn’t even glance at the main dishes. She was indeed too picky about food.

The little girl blinked, her fingers twirling through her hair, seemingly troubled. All she wanted was to eat boneless chicken feet with lemon...

However, it's not that we can't regress at all.

"Then I'd like to eat Wu You Xian's crab roe xiao long bao, and add a pack of lemon boneless chicken feet... Is that okay?"

The oppressive aura emanating from Ming Jiaye dissipated somewhat, her brows relaxed a little, and a hint of a smile unexpectedly flashed in her eyes. This girl.

"can."

Jin Huan's joy was written all over her face. Just a moment ago she had pitifully asked if it was okay, but now she took the initiative to lean in and kiss Ming Jiaye's chin: "Uncle Ming, you are so kind. If there are two packs of chicken feet tomorrow morning, I will definitely like you even more!"

He smiled slightly, pressed down on her slender waist with one hand to stop her from moving, and lightly patted her rounded spot as punishment with the other hand.

Ignoring the man's restrained warning, the little girl moved closer, clinging sweetly to his neck, and pressed for an answer: "Can I, Uncle Ming? Two bags, please?"

He was uncomfortable being clung to by this spoiled girl. Her nose rubbed against his tie, and his neat shirt was now slightly creased, revealing a few obvious wrinkles. An imperceptible heat spread through the car seat, and he felt a strange, indescribable itch in his throat: "Okay."

The girl immediately let go after getting the answer, as if her clinging to him was only for two bags of snacks, without any of the frivolous and ambiguous thoughts that often arise between men and women.

Goodnight, Uncle Ming. See you tomorrow.

She got out of the car with a natural ease, her beautiful eyes filled with only timid innocence and naivety, exuding an alluring charm that she was unaware of.

Mingjia watched her go upstairs before restarting the engine and leaving.

He just didn't want the child to come home with red eyes; elders usually don't react very openly to this kind of thing.

But as soon as she took the initiative, the restlessness in her heart spread like a long wind, and the wildfire that could not be extinguished reached the sky.

......

Early next morning

As soon as he arrived, he saw several people standing at the door of his office.

They were all carrying things in their hands.

Ming Jiaye frowned slightly. He never accepted gifts. Just as he was about to have his secretary send them back, he saw Mr. Wu from Shifeng Building Materials walk over with a bright smile: "Mayor Ming, the fruits are fresh at this time of year. I had them specially air-freighted from the south for your little girl to try."

Mr. Gao from Mingtai Real Estate quickly came over, equally unwilling to be outdone, except that he had prepared Want Want milk and a large box of snacks that little girls love.

Everyone was arguing back and forth, giving everyone a headache.

"Who said I have a daughter?" He pinched his throbbing brow, a slight hint of impatience crossing his mind.

"That's what Song Jingchang said."