Since they paid someone to come, how could Chen Rou not go?
But she suddenly felt a little sorry for her baby, because in her mind, all babies should grow up carefree, listening to nursery rhymes like "Daddy's daddy is grandpa, Daddy's mommy is grandma" and "Hamburger, hamburger, fries, fries, muamua" on rocking cars.
Her baby is already listening to piano music. What will happen after the baby is born? Will Nie Zhao start teaching the baby advanced mathematics as soon as he sees him? Wouldn't that be a bit too much for him?
Of course, that's not an exaggeration, because in the future, the wealthier people are, the more scientific their children's upbringing will be from prenatal education onwards, and the children of truly wealthy old-money families are basically all elites.
People always say that some people are born in Rome, while others are born as mules or horses!
But these are things that Boss Nie doesn't understand.
Today, he was very happy because he had resolved a major worry in his wife's heart.
She even took his hand while they were walking down the street.
But Boss Nie felt very uncomfortable, because no matter what, he would never marry Nie Han to Song Yuanchao, a commoner with no background or family connections. Besides, Song Yuanchao had already declared himself her godfather.
However, two tigers cannot share one mountain, and a family cannot have two fathers, so he really didn't want Song Yuanchao anymore.
Just then, Commander Wang asked if they should send someone younger and more quick-witted.
Song Yuanchao wasn't clever enough and wasn't a qualified undercover agent. He was also of age and it was time for him to be discharged.
Nie Zhao almost blurted out "yes," but for some inexplicable reason, he spoke up again and persuaded the other party to stay.
And now, his difficulties and discomfort will continue!
...
The uncle suddenly assigned a task, and Nie Jiajun and his brother had just left the newspaper office in order to submit an excellent exam paper.
But the two exchanged a glance, still unable to understand what the younger uncle was thinking or what his purpose was.
They listened to the editor-in-chief talk at length, but when they came out and looked at each other, their minds were still blank. What should they do?
On the bus, Nie Jiajun idly flipped through the newspaper, glancing at it casually, turning the page, then casually flipping back to look at it again, his gaze finally landing on the photo full of CIPOs.
But he still didn't recognize Nie Yaolai. Instead, he said to Nie Jiayu, "These people look just like Song Zai. Their build, temperament, and face shape are all so similar."
Nie Jiayu said, "I really like Song Zai's physique, but the fitness coach said that it's hard to get that kind of muscle through diet and proper exercise. You have to do heavy lifting, but I don't want to lift weights."
It was already quite dark, the streetlights were on, and light shone through the windows.
Nie Jiajun remained nonchalant, scanning each of the tiny faces until his gaze suddenly stopped.
His nose tingled with emotion because there was a tiny face, no bigger than a grain of rice, in the corner, and judging from the expression, it looked exactly like his second uncle.
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