Song Yuanchao wasn't the type to take care of children, and Nie Zhao only sought him out for his son's sake.
But when the child cries, things get serious. Song Yuanchao finally understands why the female TCM doctor refused a high-paying job and insisted on opening her own clinic, and why the nannies and childcare workers are now living in constant fear.
The boss frowned whenever the child cried and asked Song Yuanchao, "You didn't yell at A Yuan, did you?"
Young Master Song Yuanchao, are you out of your mind?
Moreover, his neck ached, his back ached, and his legs were tired. He was almost exhausted, okay?
It was truly an injustice, but the little bunny who had been playing happily all day turned into a so wronged one when he met his father. It didn't seem like he was acting. Song Yuanchao was completely speechless. And the boss's faults hadn't been fully pointed out yet.
Just as Song Yuanchao was about to leave, he suddenly said, "Songzai, go and call Ahan here."
Song Yuanchao stopped in his tracks: "Is there something you need?"
The young lady has had a very tiring day. If it were a small matter, he wouldn't want to call her.
It was indeed a small matter. Nie Zhao said, "She didn't brush A Yuan's teeth, which is wrong. The child will develop cavities."
The boss spoke in a serious tone, but Song Yuanchao found it unbelievable and understood why Chen Rou was too lazy to communicate with his boss about many things. It was because A Yuan only had eight teeth in total, and two of them were still very small and barely visible. In the countryside, children like that would not only not brush their teeth, but they would also not wash their faces. Yet A Yuan had to brush his teeth.
However, subordinates can only complain to their bosses in their hearts.
Song Yuanchao said, "I will talk to Miss, and she won't be coming over. You should get some rest too."
Nie Zhao nodded, then knelt on the bed in a particularly strange posture, looking down at his son, as if he were making some kind of prayer or worship, which startled Song Yuanchao.
It wasn't until he closed the door and came out that he realized the boss was probably gradually putting the child on the bed.
In his opinion, the boss was just asking for trouble by taking care of his child. But just like some old noblemen who were superstitious about drinking deer wine or cordyceps, or Nie Rong who was superstitious about the Eight Pieces of Brocade, Boss Nie was only superstitious about one thing: his highly intelligent son.
No one can persuade or stop this, so all one can do is grumble to oneself.
The presidential suite has two bedrooms, divided into active and quiet areas. Nie Zhao's room is in the quiet area, which has a straight corridor leading to the bodyguards' quarters for night duty. However, since it's in their own hotel, no one is on night duty.
There is also a living area, directly opposite the main gate, which is usually where the residents' assistants live.
Reaching the door, Song Yuanchao knocked as usual, but after knocking, he looked up at the clock and realized it was almost one o'clock. No one came to open the door, so he guessed that the young lady had already gone to sleep. He then turned off the light in the hallway and prepared to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, the door clicked open, and he saw a person wearing a black mask, with a grimy face and frizzy perm hair come out of the door. His professional instincts told him immediately that the kidnapper had probably arrived.
The moment he turned around, he had already reached out and hooked the other person's leg. The instant he pulled the other person over, a hand was already gripping his neck. He reached for his gun and realized he wasn't carrying one today. He shoved the man against the wall and raised his fist to start punching.
But wait, why is this person so thin and light, and not resisting?
Moreover, this person had a faint, pleasant fragrance that went straight to Song Yuanchao's head, making him feel hot and restless.
Realizing what had happened, he abruptly let go: "Miss, I'm sorry."
He snapped the light on, closed his eyes, turned his head away, and bowed again: "I'm sorry, I must have misread it."
But the young lady remained silent for a long time, so he had no choice but to turn his head, try opening his eyes again, and call out, "Young lady?"
Upon closer inspection, it was alarming to see the young lady bent over, covering her face, looking as if she were in great pain.
He went to help the person up and asked, "What's wrong? Should I call a doctor?"
Nie Han thought it was her fussy and troublesome uncle who came, but she never expected it to be Song Yuanchao. She didn't look up because she was wearing a black face mask, which looked ugly and dirty.
Moreover, she has a romantic mind. Just now, Song Yuanchao grabbed her and almost hit her on the head, but what she was thinking about was the kind of forced marriage and love-first plot in movies.
She was still covering her face, mainly angry at herself. She had almost lost her life, and yet she was still thinking about love and romance.
It was both embarrassing and made me feel like I lacked ambition.
Song Yuanchao was still nudging her shoulder when Nie Han strode into the room and coldly asked, "What is it?"
It was just a child brushing her teeth. Actually, it should have been Song Yuanchao's responsibility. But seeing how thin Nie Han had become and how light she was, Song Yuanchao didn't want to bother her too much, so he said, "It's really nothing."
If there's nothing wrong, why is he knocking on the door in the middle of the night?
Just as Nie Han was about to close the door, Song Yuanchao called out again, "Young Miss?"
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He asked again, "What's wrong with your face? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Nie Han paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around. His dark face startled Song Yuanchao, who took a sharp step back.
She laughed and said, "Brother Song, are you kidding me? It's just a girl putting on a face mask, haven't you ever seen that before?"
The main reason is that the Nie family doesn't have any young servants. They mainly employ people aged 35 to 40 and above. Moreover, the maids don't usually wear face masks, for fear that the odor might bother their employers and make them unhappy.
At other times, Song Yuanchao would not go out or have contact with girls.
He knew about face masks. His boss would occasionally go out and spend a long time in the sun, and when he came back for his afternoon nap, Kuang would put a face mask on him. But those were white, while Nie Han's was black, so he had never seen one before.
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