This little bastard not only likes to find food in his arms, but also has a good momentum when throwing a bottle. He likes to howl twice whenever he has something to do, and he puts things in his mouth without any ambiguity. Even now... the ability to destroy his important documents is even more complete!

"Rong Shuai! Tell me what you are doing?"

The gloomy handsome face uttered a low voice, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out faintly. Rong Yan looked at him with great tolerance and restraint just after he came back from a meeting. He was already sitting on his desk. The coffee was poured on the table, and the documents were even more scattered. The survivors left on the table could not be spared from being stained by the coffee.

The little guy stared at Baoba in a daze, stuffing a corner of the contract he wanted to sign in the afternoon into his mouth, and the two white small front teeth on the pink gums opened their mouths slightly in surprise.

Silence—

The nanny and the secretary were all in danger and dared not breathe for a moment.

They had no choice. The young marshal was yelling to go to the desk to play. They thought, Young Master Rong loved Young marshal so much, just sitting on the desk, there would be no trouble, right?

They could not withstand the Marshal's Martian attack, and finally they took the Marshal to the desk to sit, but did the Marshal clearly have it?!

Why did they wait for them to come back to the tea room and squint their son on the sofa for a while, and their desks were like a looted battlefield?

Oh my God, who will save them!

Mr. Rong had a headache. He reached out and rubbed his forehead. His phoenix eyes narrowed sharply. Looking at the ignorant child, the little guy saw Baba keep looking at him, and his black eyes were not to be outdone.

The two of them were big and small, standing and sitting, looking at each other.

The little guy took the lead in breaking his skills, "Yaah!"

"You still have any reason for making a mistake?" Rong Shao frowned.

The young man stared at the top of his eyes and opened his mouth: "Ahhhh..."

"Acknowledge your mistake!"

“……yayayayaya…”

There is no communication at all!

"Please carry him on the bed. Go up and don't let me see him within ten minutes!" Rong Shao shouted softly, and then let him come in to clean up the mess.

As if he had received a special amnesty, the nanny ran forward and hugged the young man, nodded quickly, and sent the little guy to the shaker.

He was guarding the side with fear, and the secretary was afraid of being swept to the tail of the typhoon, so he came to the side of the shaker as if he was running for his life to wait for his order.

The cleaner came in and cleaned it up quickly and asked Li Qi to print out all the contract and all the information again. Rong Shao sat upright at the desk, bent his fingertips on the desktop and tapped him lightly.

Hearing the sound, the little guy suddenly turned his head and looked at it while playing with the toy. He was very focused. When Mr. Rong saw it, he snorted coldly.

"Come on here."

The nanny did not dare to hesitate, so he immediately picked up the young marshal and sent it to Mr. Rong respectfully.

He reached out to take the little guy who was just troubled by him, put his hands in his armpits, and raised his heels slightly to look at him.

"Who do you look like so mischievously?"

The little guy grinned with his rosy little mouth and smiled, his voice clear and pleasant.

Mr. Rong bent the corner of his lips, and rubbed his high nose against his little nose lightly: "Is there still a smile on my face? You said you are very proud of your troubles, right?"

The little guy kept laughing, suddenly itchy, and even stretched out his little hand to slap his pulled face.
Chapter completed!