Chapter 9 You are willing to give me the things your baby doesn't want
Shang Youqing had originally expected that the visitor flow on the first day of the park's opening would be similar to previous times. However, as soon as the gate opened early in the morning, the queuing area was already filled with people.
Before Shang Youqing could fully realize what was happening, the cell phone beside him rang.
As soon as I answered the phone, Old Yan's extremely excited voice came over -
"Xiao Shang! Check your phone! The video of you helping a lost puppy find its owner at the zoo entrance yesterday has gone viral!"
Shang Youqing was confused and opened a video link that Lao Yan had just shared with him.
The video shows a short live clip of her squatting under a tree at the west gate of the zoo yesterday morning, communicating with the lost pastoral dog.
Shang Youqing didn't think this was strange or popular at first, until she opened the video -
Pastoral Dog: Woohoo...
Shang Youqing: "Did you get lost from your master?"
Pastoral Dog: Woof woof?
Shang Youqing patted the dog's head and took out his cell phone: "Well, what's your master's number?"
Pastoral Dog: Woof woof woof! Woof, woof woof woof...
"137...Okay, I've dialed...Hello, I found a puppy here."
Just as netizens were wondering whether the new director of Mingling Zoo could really understand the thoughts of animals or was just randomly dialing a number...
A few minutes later, the owner of the pastoral dog on the phone actually came over according to the address.
"What are you looking at?"
He Cong had just finished the high-level meeting of the branch and sat in the spacious rear leather seat of Bentley when he heard the sound of the video played by Yu Zhu in front of him, who accidentally opened the screen of his mobile phone and did not have time to close it.
Because the voice in the video sounded familiar, He Cong looked over.
Yu Zhu awkwardly met Mr. He's gaze and casually explained, "I just saw it too. Miss Shang's video is quite popular online."
I thought it was over.
After all, President He never pays any attention to irrelevant matters.
The next second, He Cong said, "Let me see."
Yu Zhu was stunned and had to reopen the video that he had just hastily closed.
He Cong watched the entire video with a serious look.
The last frame of the video shows Shang Youqing standing slightly sideways with his thin body, his eyebrows and eyes with a delicate and ancient temperament slightly raised, saying goodbye to the pastoral dog and its owner, and turning to walk into the lush park gate.
Maybe it was due to the deviation in the video frame rate, but for a moment, the elegant figure in the video and the figure of his wife in his memory almost overlapped.
The screen went dark at this moment.
The sunlight shone in from the car window, and He Cong refocused his gaze. The cold light reflected from the laptop screen at hand was clearly reflected on the man's deep and three-dimensional profile.
He didn't know if it was Yu Zhu's illusion. Although their President He usually had a cold face, he always felt that their President He's expression seemed to be even colder after watching the video.
Yu Zhu cautiously asked, "No wonder Miss Shang was able to find Ruibai so easily in the back hills of Yanyuan. I saw people online saying—"
He Cong interrupted his assistant with an unclear emotion, "Let's go to the airport."
Around noon, Shang Youqing received a call from Butler Chen in the park, saying that the car to pick up Young Master He would arrive in half an hour.
Shang Youqing initially thought that He Cong had directly sent a driver and bodyguards to pick up the children. It happened that the park had just become idle, so Shang Youqing stopped the two children who were about to go into the vegetable garden after lunch.
"Young Master He, your family will be here to pick you up soon."
He Zhimo stood on the steps of the courtyard with his back to her.
Last night, after the little guy ran back to his little room, Shang Youqing was worried and wanted to go over to comfort him, but when he got to the door of the little room, he found it was closed. After a long while, he heard the little master inside say in a muffled voice, "Shang Youqing, I'm already asleep."
From then until today, Young Master He did not seem to be in a very good mood and did not take the initiative to talk to Shang Youqing.
Now, after hearing Shang Youqing say that his family was coming to pick him up, He Zhimo was even more convinced that Shang Youqing was impatient to get him out. He went back to his room to pack his schoolbag without saying a word. While he was packing, Shang Youqing walked to the door and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, do you need my help?"
He Zhimo didn't even turn his head and said stubbornly in a baby voice: "No."
It could be heard that he was still angry with her. Shang Youqing had never coaxed a child other than Shang You. He touched his nose helplessly, and suddenly thought of something. He pulled Shang You into the room and rummaged through the drawers to find something.
The courtyard was located in an unopened area of the park, relatively close to the west gate. Shang Youqing and He Zhimo had just come out of the west gate when they saw two very luxurious black cars parked on the side of the road.
Not long after, a tall and long-legged young man came towards her with several bodyguards carrying large and small gift boxes.
Shang Youqing hesitated for a moment, took out a bird doll hidden behind her, and spoke to Young Master He who was holding the straps of his schoolbag tightly with his back to her.
"Young Master, this is a little doll I made myself. Shang You always liked to hold it when she couldn't sleep. If you don't mind..."
He Zhimo turned his head and quickly glanced at the bird doll she handed over, but didn't take it. His face was still puffed up, and he didn't realize that he was throwing a tantrum in front of Shang Youqing: "You gave it to me because your baby didn't want it!"
Shang Youqing was startled. Before she could explain anything, the young man came forward and nodded slightly to her: "Hello, Miss Shang, I am Yu Zhou, the chief assistant of Mr. He. I am here to take the young master home. Thank you for taking care of him these past two days, Miss Shang."
As Yu Zhu spoke, he winked at the bodyguard behind him, who immediately came over with a gift box. "This is a small gift from Mr. He. I hope Miss Shang will accept it."
Although Shang Youqing was not familiar with these brand names, he could judge from the quality of the opened gems that every jewelry necklace here was priceless.
Of course, she didn't answer. She first greeted Yu Zhu, then glanced at the stern-shouldered Young Master He. "I've only taken the young master in for a day or two. He's also very easy to take care of and isn't picky about food. There's no need for any more. Please, Yu Zhu, thank Mr. He for his kindness on my behalf."
At the same time, He Zhimo turned his back to people with an indifferent look on his face, but in fact, he had both ears perked up as if on guard.
When He Zhimo heard Shang Youqing praising him for being easy to feed, the corners of his tense mouth relaxed slightly, and he quietly moved his little body towards Shang Youqing.
Then, he secretly glanced at Shang Youqing with his big eyes. Shang Youqing was about to take his bird doll back after he finished speaking. He Zhimo could no longer pretend. Without thinking, he snatched the bird doll from Shang Youqing's arms and glared at Shang Youqing, saying, "Didn't you say it was a gift for me?"
Shang Youqing: "...I thought the young master didn't want it."
He Zhimo hugged the old bird doll tightly, his eyes filled with tears, but he looked up at her fiercely and asked, "Shang Youqing, can I come to play with you in the future?"
Yu Zhu stepped forward, "Young Master..."
He Zhimo refused to leave and stood there stubbornly waiting for Shang Youqing's answer.
"Yes." Shang Youqing was quiet for a moment, then lowered his eyes and answered the little fellow, "The zoo will be open from now on. Young Master is welcome to come to the zoo anytime."
He Zhimo was taken by Yu Zhu to the black car at the back.
The car drove away quickly. He Zhimo leaned over the car window and tapped it, still wanting to look back, until He Cong's deep voice came from the seat next to him.
"Momo, sit down."
After a long while, He Zhimo sat back down holding the bird doll, pursed his lips, and sobbed slightly.
After a moment of silence, He Cong put down the documents at hand, and placed the back of his broad palm on his son's head, rubbing it gently: "Don't cry."
He Zhimo couldn't hold it in any longer, so he buried his face in his father's suit and shirt, grabbing the collar buttons with his little hands, and no amount of coaxing could comfort him.
The young master cried all the way until he arrived at the He family's old house, then he fell asleep on He Cong's shoulder due to crying.
The old housekeeper and servant came forward and watched closely, then saw Mr. He with a stern face walking out of the opened car door.
He Cong held the cub in his slender hands. The lapel of his expensive and handsome suit was wet with the child's tears and saliva, and the shirt and tie inside were wrinkled by the little master's soft hands.
But He Cong did not hand the child over to anyone else. He just ignored everyone and walked in with the child.
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