100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 690 Zhan Chun Kui

Although it wasn't obvious, she could definitely hear a faint, indescribable sense of anticipation hidden in her slightly slowed heartbeat.

"My father's name is Fang Erzhu."

The child's voice was still lovely, sweet and crisp.

But the tenderness that Shen Jinhuan was showing on her face froze on her face for a moment, and almost shattered.

Children are most perceptive of emotions. He clearly felt that the older sister's attitude had softened, but as soon as he said his father's name, the little tenderness he had left vanished in an instant.

He was also somewhat at a loss, his eyes were red and swollen, tears welling up but not falling, and the unease that was faintly visible in his eyes was even more endearing.

"Ah."

She responded somewhat coldly, not wanting to pay him any more attention, but the little brat's eyes were indeed beautiful, with long eyelashes fluttering and a pitiful, weak look that unexpectedly stirred one of her few remaining feelings of sympathy.

He patiently asked again, "So what's your name?"

"My name is Acha."

Her fingertips paused slightly, her eyes holding a cold, indifferent scrutiny: "Why is your name Acha?"

"Because my dad loves camellias the most, he named me Acha."

The woman straightened up, looked down at him for a long time, and then said to one of her bodyguards, "Find a hotel and take him to take a shower and change his clothes."

The child was not at an age where he was unaware of things. Although he did not want to be separated from the older sister in front of him, he knew that there was a world of difference between them. He looked down at his dirty pants and hands, and for the first time in his life, the child felt a little inferior and ashamed.

So much so that when the bodyguard came to take him away, he didn't resist at all and obediently followed along.

The workers who had dealt with this child before all clicked their tongues in admiration upon seeing him. They had all witnessed his fierceness before, and many of them had even been bitten by this little rascal. He was like a little wolf cub, biting incredibly hard. This was the first time they had ever seen him so obedient and docile.

Wow, a benefactor is a benefactor indeed. Look at him, even that fierce brat listens to him without question.

Despite their feelings of regret, they still envied the child.

This kid is really in for a stroke of good luck to get such a comment from Miss Shen!

......

By the time she finished inspecting several construction sites, it was already dark. Just as she was about to have dinner with the head of the local branch, a bodyguard rushed back and whispered a few words to her.

Shen Jinhuan then remembered that there was a child in the hotel.

She had intended to have someone take the child out for a meal and send him home, considering the clothes a good deed she had done for him. But the moment she opened her mouth, the image of the child's tears welling up in his eyes and the scene of his parents kneeling in front of the mourning hall to pray for Li Zhi and their unborn child flashed before her eyes. Before she could finish speaking, she changed her mind and said, "The place to take him out for a meal."

"Yes."

......

When Acha arrived, the private room was already filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

Today's guests are all local bigwigs, including some local real estate bosses and foremen.

In short, Shen Jinhuan was the only woman in the entire room.

At first, everyone was reserved, afraid of offending the young lady. But after they got drunk, they came up one after another to offer her a toast. After all, Madam Shen still had a strong presence in their eyes, and no one dared to be frivolous under the influence of alcohol, but their eyes kept involuntarily falling on her.

Who would have thought that the young lady would be so beautiful?

Even when she's not smiling, she's incredibly alluring.

She seemed uninterested, but she offered them tea without hesitation, until after a few rounds they were flushed from drinking.

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A bodyguard led in a beautifully sculpted little boy.

"Miss, what is this?"

The nearest shopkeeper glanced at the child, then turned to her with surprise and asked about the boy's identity.

She abandoned her previous laziness, asked the waiter to add a small chair next to her, and then calmly said, "My son."