How does the richest family take care of their six-year-old children?

The first heir, just standing still, is the benchmark for the gangster to get rich. There are no bodyguards around.

I went over, some helpless squat down to talk with him, "Why are you here alone?"

Mo Feilin made a temporary appointment with me. Even if Murong Zhian is precocious, he can't come to block people ahead of time.

As soon as he finished, little routuan Zi, who thought he was more mature than a child of the same age, suddenly shrunk his mouth and became aggrieved. He took my little thumb in his little hand and said pitifully, "Mom, I'm lost. I'm so scared."

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Little friend, you are a child prodigy who, on your own, uses old father's human and material resources to make an appointment with a stranger. Just now, you are still full of spring breeze, and then you pretend to be poor, OK!

"Well, Auntie's here. We won't let the bad guys take the meat ball." He had no choice but to reach out and gently touch his hair to appease him. Then he took his mobile phone and asked, "xiao'an, tell auntie, what's dad's mobile phone number?"

Just unlock the lock, Murong Zhian will grab the mobile phone in the past, "I come on, mom, dad is working, can't call him casually, send a text message to tell the bodyguard uncle my location."

Then, in front of me, the little guy used his fleshy hand to operate on the mobile phone. In less than a minute, the message was sent successfully.

"Well, mom, Uncle Chen will come to pick me up later." Murong Zhian handed over his mobile phone with a proud expression.

I deeply vomited a breath, will be mobile phone to come over, have dim sum tired.

When he edited the message, I could see it clearly. It was easy to input the address of the shopping mall. Reciting the number didn't mean that carton hesitated. He didn't look surprised.

I even doubt that he can find his way home intact by himself.

Thinking of this, I was ready to leave first, "come on, I'll take you to the security guard of the mall."

However, Murong Zhian grabbed my sleeve and put on a face change. His small faces were wrinkled together and looked more pitiful than before. "Mom, are you going to leave me? I'm afraid alone... "

In front of lovely children, a woman's heart is the softest, not to mention being coquettish with her face. Just now, she can pretend to be indifferent. Now I am completely accepted.

Anyway, it's not Fu Shenyan who will come later. It doesn't matter to spend more time with the children. It's just a daze to the green plants at home when we go back.

So he took Murong Zhian to find a place to wait.

After a fried chicken shop, Murong Zhian stood still, his small dark eyes focused on the French fries and hamburgers on the sign.

Children are greedy, but I wonder, do rich people like this kind of unhealthy things?

"Little Ann, do you want to eat this?" I asked.

"Well." Murong Zhian nodded, but his expression was calm. "If you want to have a try, Daddy never allows me to touch these."

When he said this, he turned to look at me. "He's overbearing, unreasonable, fascist."

I smell speech Leng for a while, suddenly think of that day in Jinding, really heard the child called a "Fu Sith", originally is such a thing.

Murong Zhian is not so bold as to call Fu Shenyan that way.

Seeing that I hesitated and didn't let go, little meatball's voice lowered a little, "Mom, I only taste one mouthful and don't eat much, OK?"