With that, I stood up straight and walked out, but a little hand suddenly grabbed my little thumb, looked down, and it was right in front of Murong Zhian's black grape like eyes.

"Don't wait. I asked you out."

"You asked me out?" Of course I don't believe it.

How can a five or six-year-old child manage to bribe Gu's servants, arrange transportation, and choose to meet at night to avoid Gu Han?

"Well." Murong Zhian's innocent face nodded a little head, "at nine o'clock tonight, Jinding 608, I wrote it."

I can't help but believe what he said.

A six-year-old can write very well. It's not too strange to see his background. But I'm very curious about how he instructs so many people to do things.

I turned around, squatted down, grabbed his arms, and said seriously, "children can't lie. Tell auntie, do you know the person who asked me out?"

"Don't you believe me?" Murong Zhian calmly finished, turned to the dining table, picked up the micro-computer on it, sat down to operate, and looked very attentive. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have really thought that I would see such a mature expression on such a small face.

Inexplicably by his serious infection, afraid to disturb him, I quietly close, from behind to observe his operation.

On the big screen, countless computer codes are rolling, and Murong Zhian's fleshy little hand is beating fast.

Before long, a huge English word "success" appeared

This

The picture of hacker intruding into the computer flashed in my mind, and I was shocked and said, "have you intruding into other people's computers?"

"No," Murong Zhian explained mildly, "I just made up a small program, disguised as daddy, and sent SMS to the driver at home and Uncle Chen's subordinates respectively, telling them when and where they saw you, and asking them to find you out. They didn't dare to listen to Daddy, so of course they arranged it."

I see. The boy is smart enough to fake the imperial edict.

But I'm a little surprised to be able to use programming software so small.

He took up the wechat computer on his desk, looked at Murong Zhian, and then confirmed, "is it really you?"

"Well!" Murong Zhian nodded positively, as if he was afraid that I would not believe him. He stubbornly straightened out his chest and put on a little manly manner.

I was silent, looking at his appearance, laughing and crying.

I thought I could get back some memories tonight, but I didn't expect to have an oolong and a happy white scene.

What can I do? It's just a child's whim. I can't care with him.

With a helpless sigh, he put the microcomputer back on the desktop and told Murong Zhian angrily, "you are very smart, but you can't keep your father's secret about meeting strangers in the future. Do you know that you are the richest child, and it will be very dangerous if you are found by someone who wants to know?"

Murong Zhi'an blinked Shuiling's eyes. I don't know if he understood.

But I was a little discouraged and didn't have the heart to discipline the children for others. "Well, auntie, you met me, and I also refused you. This meeting is over. It's too late. Auntie went back first. Goodbye ~"

With that, I was ready to leave, but Murong Zhian's little hand seized me again, and Wei qubaba began to cry, "how do you want to be Zhian's mother?"

I don't know why, I don't have any children. When I hear his crying voice, I feel soft subconsciously.

Just want to open mouth, the door rang out a severe voice, "nonsense."