It's him!
Although he had only seen a blurry profile back then, Ge Yujie recognized him at first glance.
It really was him.
The little dumpling's father is indeed a man.
Ge Yujie felt that his brain was not working properly, and his values seemed to be gradually collapsing.
Both are men, so how did they have the child?
Could it be that he committed adultery back then?
Can...
He subtly sized up the other person.
Such an elegant, gentle, and naturally refined man doesn't seem like the kind of person who could do such a thing.
I had been hearing the little dumpling say "Daddy, Daddy" all the time.
Actually, he didn't take it seriously.
After all, how can men have children together?
He assumed that some woman had slept with the boss, unaware that she had given birth to a child and then handed it over to someone else to raise.
But when I saw this person...
He realized he must have been wrong.
Little Baozi is a complete combination of him and the BOSS.
The little bun can be seen at a glance that he looks exactly like the BOSS, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyebrows and eyes are not inherited from the BOSS.
On the contrary, this person's eyebrows and eyes look exactly like those of the little bun.
And brown eyes.
His boss is black.
This person, however, had a brownish complexion.
Too many coincidences piled up together are no longer coincidences.
Ge Yujie felt that his mind was currently in a daze, a complete mess.
Feeling displeased at being stared at and having his way blocked, Luo Miao was a little annoyed.
However, his good upbringing prevented him from revealing anything.
He smiled politely and stepped aside to let him go first.
But the other person seemed not to understand him, standing there staring at him.
Luo Ling frowned, "Sir?"
"Huh? Ah."
Ge Yujie immediately snapped out of his daze and nodded apologetically to Luo Ling: "Sorry, sorry, I was daydreaming."
"Are you Mr. Luo Ling?"
"yes."
"Great! The BOSS is waiting for you. You can go up directly. I'll go buy something for the baby first."
Ge Yujie quickly led Luo Ling toward the president's private elevator.
He pressed the floor button solicitously and waited for the elevator to go up before leaving.
Leaning against the elevator handrail, Luo Miao's expression was somewhat complicated.
That night from several years ago resurfaced in my mind.
I'm not sure what attitude to adopt when we meet later.
My head hurts.
"Baby, you are such a good child to your father."
A helpless smile curled at the corners of his lips.
Luoluo sat obediently on the soft black leather sofa, his little arms crossed over his chest.
He looked at his father, who sat opposite him with a cold face, with a serious expression, clearly dissatisfied.
"Tell me, what did you ask Dad to do here? If you want money, just transfer it directly."
He then took a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed it over.
"Here you go, account number, 300 million, don't forget."
Shi Yan: "...You are really, really my son."
It bites and won't let go, determined to gnaw off a piece of meat.
very good.
We can start training him from a young age and have him take over his role earlier.
Luoluo pouted and tossed the note over.
"Since you've already admitted it, then give your son a little more money. I don't need any more, just another 100 million."
Shi Yan wiped his face blankly.
He realized he was wrong; this kid was even more ruthless than him.
It hasn't been long, and it's already reached 400 million.
It's a waste of intelligence not to rob a bank.
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Shi Yan asked, "Do you know how much money your biological father has?"
Luoluo bit his finger, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "I don't know, but I know you're very rich."
"Then do you want more money?" Shi Yan asked again.
Luoluo quickly nodded his little head: "Yes."
very good.
Shi Yan gave a meaningful smile and continued to ask.