100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 530 Visiting the Golden Gate

Song Guizhou?

Ming Jia felt a sudden surge of irritation. Yesterday, when Meng Changji called her "sister-in-law," she had already sensed something was amiss. Now, she had been smeared with dirty water early in the morning. Even the most composed person couldn't smile now.

Since they were in an office building, he didn't argue with them further: "I don't have a daughter, you can all take them back."

Seeing that Mingjia's expression had turned cold and sullen, the group of people dared not rush to give him any more gifts.

They knew that gifts were not accepted in Ming City, but while it was understandable that they wouldn't accept valuable gifts, why wouldn't they accept these miscellaneous snacks and milk?

For these people, they are not afraid of receiving gifts from their superiors, but they are afraid of their superiors not wanting anything at all.

The more stubborn someone is, the less likely you are to ask them for favors.

The secretary quickly came over to greet them and politely saw these major taxpayers off.

Ming Jia sat at his desk, his mood not cheerful for a long time. He had a feeling that something was amiss and there was probably some misunderstanding. People outside always believed what they heard, but it was impossible for it to be completely unrelated to Song Guizhou.

"Boom boom boom!"

The knocking sounded, and it was somewhat rhythmic.

The next second, a cute little head peeked in; it was his little girl.

Jin Huan is dressed in a youthful outfit today, a light green sundress with tulle straps. It has a high waist, four layers underneath, and is very voluminous. The hem just goes past her knees, making her look like a fairy princess who has wandered into the human world.

"Uncle Ming~" The restlessness in his heart naturally dissipated a bit when he touched her smiling face: "Good morning."

Good morning!

She moved a small chair over and sat next to him. Apart from being slightly more affectionate and lively than before, Jin Huan's attitude towards him had not changed much from before they started dating.

Mingjia pushed the steamed buns and boneless chicken feet that were on the table in front of her.

His slender fingers looked especially beautiful when tearing open snack bags and boxes. The red oil from the chicken feet got on his fingers, and the little girl stared at them. The next second, she stood up and leaned forward to reach for the napkins on the table.

"Uncle Ming, your hands are dirty." She handed him a tissue.

The man casually extended his hand to her: "Huanhuan, would you like to wipe it for me?"

Her face flushed slightly, and she reached out to grasp his fingers, carefully wiping them with a napkin.

Yuan Dahai, wearing a hard hat, squatted on the construction site. The excavator had already arrived, and construction could officially begin in a week at most.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he put away the architectural blueprints in his hand. Looking up, he spotted several familiar faces emerging from the office building: General Manager Wu of Shifeng Building Materials, General Manager Gao of Mingtai Real Estate, General Manager Zhao of Dakuo Pharmaceutical…

Everyone was carrying something in their hands.

He was familiar with this scene; it was the same when he used to give gifts to his superiors. Milk cartons might contain cash, supermarket plastic bags might hold shopping cards worth tens of thousands, and gold bars might be laid out under fruit baskets—the tricks were endless…

However, since the arrival of Mayor Ming, this trend of gift-giving has indeed been curbed to a great extent. This is because he sets an example by not accepting a single penny, and his subordinates are used to reading between the lines. Since their superiors do this, they will naturally restrain themselves.

So, he was quite surprised to see this scene, and he walked over to greet them while waving the blueprints in his hand.

"Mr. Gao, Mr. Wu, what's going on today? Who is this leader?" Since we're all in the same industry, there's no need to be subtle; a hint is enough for everyone to understand.

"Hey, I heard that she got pregnant out of wedlock and has a little girl at home."

"You mean Ming City?" Yuan Dahai's brows furrowed instantly.

"However, since Ming City hasn't admitted it, who knows if it's true or not?"

Who leaked the information?

“Song Jingzhang said it last night at Nuanxi Pavilion.”

Yuan Dahai immediately believed it to be about 50-60% true; Song Jingchang was an upright man who didn't lie.

"Old Yuan, we have to go now. Let's get together in a couple of days when we're free."

"Alright!" Yuan Dahai frowned slightly after the person left. He wondered if the master knew about the child in Ming City. No, he couldn't just watch the master jump into a fire pit. He couldn't let his good-looking young lady become a stepmother without any clear understanding of the situation!

The more I think about it, the more outrageous this guy from Ming City seems!

Jin Huan's Little Genius children's smartwatch rang.

After glancing at it, she slowly stuffed the last chicken foot into her mouth: "Uncle Ming, I'm going out for a bit. Your uncle is looking for me."

"it is good."

When she reached the corner of the main entrance downstairs, she waved to Yuan Dahai.

The round, fat man immediately walked towards her, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, making her feel irritable from the heat.

"Master, do you know of a girl in Ming City?"

Jin Huan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. It shouldn't be like this. Judging from his appearance, he would never have a son in this life. How could he have a daughter? Yuan Dahai's face changed as soon as he heard this. Good heavens, he has a daughter but didn't say so. Isn't this just pure seduction?

He immediately said seriously, "Huan, listen to your uncle, break up with that scumbag Ming Jiaye right away. I'll find you ten or eight more. We can't keep this kind of stinky man who takes away his mother and leaves behind his child!"

Ming Jiaye, who was handing Jin Huan a parasol, happened to hear Yuan Dahai's last sentence, and his expression immediately turned cold.

He came out from around the corner, gently patted the little girl's shoulder from behind, and softly told her to go up first.

His imposing gaze then fell upon Yuan Dahai, and he said with a half-smile, "Want to talk alone?"