Chapter 59 Is the richest man jealous?

Qiao Yanmeng was stunned.

So, he has been struggling with this all along?

Inexplicably feeling cute and funny, Qiao Yanmeng chuckled: "You've been thinking about this? I'm just afraid that I'll affect you."

"Why?"

"You are the richest man, so there must be a lot of people watching you. If they knew that we knew each other, someone might attack me and cause trouble for you." Qiao Yanmeng answered in a serious tone.

The cloud in Zhan Tingbei's eyes disappeared, "Is that so?"

"Yes. I know you have special identities, so you must be careful when you are out there."

"It's okay. You have to trust me, I can protect you." He said softly, and stroked her cheek with his slender, cold white fingers. His fingertips were slightly cool, but the temperature was hot. Qiao Yanmeng felt her face burning again, and quickly looked away: "It's too late, you should go to bed, and I should go back too."

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Even though they were right next door, Zhan Tingbei still walked her to the door and watched her go in before going home.

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This competition brought Northern Europe back to prominence.

After Liu Xiaoqing returned to Northern Europe, the number of orders increased greatly and she was extremely busy. The others also became more and more convinced of Qiao Yanmeng and would look for her whenever they had time.

"But, Mr. Qiao, I feel very strange. Our sales are getting better and better, but Mr. Zhuang doesn't seem very happy." Someone said.

Qiao Yanmeng paused for a moment and said calmly, "Maybe Mr. Zhuang has other things to worry about."

The man said nothing more.

Qiao Yanmeng didn't want to care about it for the time being. Everything she did was for Northern Europe. As for Mr. Zhuang, she didn't take him to heart. As long as nothing went wrong while she was working, it would be fine.

"Qiao Yanmeng."

Just before getting off work, Zhan Tingbei called. The man's deep, magnetic voice was so pleasant to hear that it seemed to make all the fatigue of the day disappear.

"What's the matter, President Zhan?" Qiao Yanmeng asked.

Little did he know that the title of "Zhan Zong" made Zhan Tingbei silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he spoke: "I may be home very late today. Can you help me take care of Xiaobao?"

"Of course you can!" Qiao Yanmeng said immediately.

Xiaobao is soft, cute and adorable. If possible, Qiao Yanmeng would really like to steal him. As soon as she got off work, Qiao Yanmeng went to Zhan Tingbei's house first.

Little Naitian was reading a book obediently in the living room. She was stunned when she saw Qiao Yanmeng come in.

This soft and cute expression made Qiao Yanmeng couldn't help but smile. She walked over and held his face: "Xiaobao, your dad has to work overtime tonight, so let me come over to accompany you."

The little girl smiled when she heard that. Qiao Yanmeng asked, "What are you reading? Is it a fairy tale book?"

She opened the book and saw "On Economic Structure". Qiao Yanmeng: ...

Is this the world of academic masters? Qiao Yanmeng couldn't help but ask, "Baby, do you understand?"

The little girl nodded seriously, her voice soft and cute, and asked sincerely: "Sister, do you want to join us?"

"I think you haven't eaten yet, I'll go cook for you." Qiao Yanmeng immediately found an excuse to slip into the kitchen. What a joke! If she was found to be worse than a child, how could she save face? But cooking was real. Qiao Yanmeng made two servings of vegetable egg noodles, which looked delicious.

Her cooking skills were average and she could barely feed herself. She was worried that little Naitian would be picky, but little Naitian sat at the dining table and ate every bite very seriously, with sweat dripping from the tip of her little nose.

Qiao Yanmeng wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Eat slowly, baby."

"Mm, delicious." Little Naitian spoke in a milky voice. Although he was very taciturn, his words were very sweet. Qiao Yanmeng couldn't help but smile. If every child was so sensible, there wouldn't be anyone in the world who was afraid of raising children! I don't know who Little Naitian's mother is. How could she have the heart to abandon Little Naitian!

While the little girl was eating, she kept stealing glances at Qiao Yanmeng.

If daddy never comes back, will auntie always be with me?

Thinking of this little ball of milk, I couldn't help but smile sweetly.

After dinner, Qiao Yanmeng played with the model for a while with little Nai Tuan. At nine o'clock, she let little Nai Tuan go to bed and she read fairy tales to him.

The little kid's eyelids gradually became heavy, and before falling asleep, his little hands were still pulling Qiao Yanmeng's sleeves: "Mommy..."

The two words, uttered in a childish and lonely voice, made Qiao Yanmeng's heart shudder.

The little boy had fallen asleep completely, but his delicate little face looked a little lonely, with his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. Qiao Yanmeng smoothed his brows, tucked him in carefully, and then kissed him on the forehead: "Good night, baby."

She slowly left the room.

After returning home and taking a shower, Qiao Yanmeng found that the screen of the mobile phone on the table was lit up. It was a system reminder.