He immediately bared his teeth and brandished his claws: "Wow, I'm going to have a little sister! I'll take her with me every day when I go out."

Nie Jiayu loved to argue and always had to find a point to debate: "Why can't he be a little brother?"

He then said to Chen Rou, "Xiniang, you can do whatever you want, and leave the education of your younger brother to me."

Nie Jiajun shoved his younger brother aside: "What do you know? Get out of here. Xi Niang, I can teach him how to play games and let him play with me. He definitely won't be like Nie Jiayu, who's always a terrible teammate!"

Nie Jiayu shoved her brother, saying, "That time we played games together, didn't I beat you?"

They were still children themselves. In their minds, the addition of a new member to the family, who was also a brother or sister, meant they could play together. They never imagined that the little guy was only a few tens of centimeters long when he was born.

These siblings were arguing and bickering, and they forgot about the main character.

Chen Rou went out onto the balcony and saw Song Yuanchao following her. She asked, "You're here. Who's with your boss?"

Song Yuanchao said, "Sam has no problem communicating in Cantonese. The boss hired another one, I think his name is something like 'Fu,' anyway, his name is a really long string. He seems to be a very honest person, and he understands Cantonese and can also speak Mandarin."

Chen Rou pondered for a moment: "From Kiev or Moscow?"

Song Yuanchao was taken aback: "It seems you know him."

What kind of "Fu", or "Ski", or "Ivan", that's Russian.

Chen Rou thought to herself that it was quite interesting; Boss Nie had become a mini United Nations under his command.

She thought for a moment, then pointed her thumb into the room and said, "She only has a broken bone and needs to recover, but she doesn't need you to stay by her side all the time. That would be a waste of your talent. It just so happens that I... you can come with me."

After all, we're comrades-in-arms; we don't need to spell things out. We understand each other perfectly.

Chen Rou held up another finger: "It should be next week. Arrange your other work, and..."

Song Yuanchao readily agreed: "Okay!"

However, he already had his phone in his hand, and if he didn't tell his boss, the boss would shoot him dead.

But Chen Rou could tell what he wanted to do just by looking at his eyes.

She smiled and said, "Right now, Gui Touchang is in the Taiwan Strait. Strategically speaking, you know what that means."

Song Yuanchao indeed put down his phone.

If it comes to the Taiwan Strait, it proves that he is essentially circling around the South China Sea.

With Americans backing him up, he can do whatever he wants, whether it's kidnapping, drug trafficking, murder, or arson.

Chen Rou raised her hand again and said sincerely, "Brother Song, let's work together to get this over with. Your boss will be fine, and I won't have any more accidents. You'll be at ease, and I'll be at ease too. I can then focus on giving birth and waiting for the baby to be born..."

She smiled again: "I'll have my son recognize you as his godfather!"

Just look how awesome Song Yuanchao is! The son of the richest man has to call him "Dad"!

Boss Nie showed Chen Rou one thing through his actions: money really is omnipotent.

When she got home that evening and went upstairs, the entire interior decoration of the flower room was already finished. In Uncle Ming's words, because they were worried that the various materials and glues contained formaldehyde, all the materials had been left to sit for a while.

The glue was also specially made; after cleaning it up that day, there was no smell at all upstairs that same day.

Sure enough, two days later, the weather was damp and foggy, with dark clouds looming over the city and it was extremely hot and humid. It was clear that a typhoon was coming. Nie Zhao had to meet with the Minister of City Affairs that evening to discuss the demolition and planning of Kowloon.

As he drove out of the underground parking garage, he rolled down the window, reached out to test the waters, then turned around and dialed Chen Rou's number: "A-Rou, what are you doing?"

Kuang Zai was right next to Chen Rou. She held a book in one hand and an oak stool in the other. One hand held the fragrance of knowledge, and the other held the power of strength. She spoke calmly and quietly, saying, "Reading."

In Nie Zhao's mind, his wife should be sitting on the daybed in the flower room, reading a book, gentle and quiet, a picture of peaceful life. He smiled and said, "It's raining, and the typhoon might arrive tonight. You must not go out."

Of Chen Rou's less than 100 pounds, 90 pounds are rebellious. Nie Zhao told her not to go out, but she would definitely go out. But seriously, why would she go out during a typhoon?

She readily agreed: "Okay."

Mr. Nie was overjoyed when his wife agreed so gently.

He hung up the phone with a smile, and seeing that the car window was still open and rain was blowing in, he gently pressed the button to roll up the window.

He thought it was his imagination, so he blinked a few more times.

As the car turned the corner, he whirled his head and looked back, and this time he could see clearly.

Wearing a beige turtleneck trench coat, round glasses, and a slightly humped nose, he was an old man who stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on his car. He was not a stranger, but an acquaintance.

When asked who he was, Nie Zhao grinned.

Yu Zhengrong's elderly father, Yu Xiang, had originally fled to Switzerland to avoid trouble, but it seems he has now returned.

Moreover, just by looking at the murderous intent in Master Yu Heng's eyes, Nie Zhao knew that Master Yu Heng would not let Yu Zhengrong's death go unpunished.

But after closing the window, Nie Zhao's face, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly curled into a cold smile.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He returned the favor to Yu Zhengrong for everything that had killed his brother and harmed him. He could also see the pain of losing his son in Yu Heng's resentful eyes, and he must be tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep. That's just great.

Having caused Nie Zhao so much pain, Yu Heng deserves to be tormented by pain every day for the rest of his life.

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