A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

Jin Beisen will not easily love, once in love, a lifetime.

"Little brat, the most important thing is to study. Stop learning from your aunt and think that you can rely on your face to eat for the rest of your life." Jin Beisen lifted the quilt, picked up Lantau with one hand and tucked it under the quilt.

Lantau was as i

ocent as a blank sheet of paper. "Dad, aunty only eats by her looks. Aunt is so good-looking, but if you don't eat by her face, then it's really a waste. You can't waste resources, right?"

"Little thing, you're right. It looks like I can't let you meet your aunt in the future." That girl, Jin Shuwen, had been married to Ye Junwen for three years, but she was still as unmarried as a dog. She didn't want to give birth to a child, but every few days, she would come to their home and tease his son, even leading him astray.

Lantau protested haughtily, "No, aunt is the person who loves me the most in this world. I like aunt the most."

"You don't like me?" Jin Beisen's enlarged handsome face turned dark, and he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"In the whole world, Xiao Mo loves dad the most."

Jin Zhuwen, who lived in the neighboring villa, had just finished her bath. Her hair was still wet as she wiped it while walking out of the bathroom when she suddenly sneezed.

At one time, Lantau had behaved like this in Jin Zhuwen's arms.

Jin Zhuwen often asked Jin Lantau, "Xiao Mo, is Aunt nice to you?"

Lantau always replied obediently, "Okay, in the whole world, Xiaoman loves his aunt the most."

Ye Junwen hastily got off the bed and wrapped himself around the restless woman. He pulled her hot body over and lightly pressed his finger on her shoulder, letting her obediently sit in front of the dressing table.

Ye Junwen changed the towel in his hand into another one, and only stopped after he had completely dried Jin Zhuwen's hair.

"Wife." Ye Junwen looked at the red-faced girl in the dressing mirror and felt a ripple of emotion in his heart.

"What?" Jin Zhuwen murmured softly. Her soft voice could turn Ye Junwen's heart into a puddle of spring water.

"My mom is urging us to have children again. We're not young anymore, shouldn't we have one earlier?" Ye Junwen's boyfriend was full of strength. With a slight lift, he lifted Jin Zhuwen into the air and gently placed her on the bed.

"Arwen, didn't we say that we would be reborn at the age of thirty?" Why were you born so early? We can't go through the two worlds anymore. " Jin Zhuwen smiled shyly, making Ye Junwen's heart itch even more.

"Throw the child to them after you give birth, and we will continue to live in a world of two, shall we?" Ye Junwen extended a slender finger and lightly caressed Jin Zhuwen's face. Suddenly, his trembling lips gently fell, and he cleanly kissed Jin Zhuwen's earlobes.

"No, don't lie to me. Wen, can you wait a few more years? I really don't want children. " Jin Zhuwen pushed Ye Junwen away helplessly.

Jin Zhuwen didn't want children, and Ye Junwen had always been obedient to her, but the pressure from both parents was just too great. If this continued, Tang Le would have suspected that there was something wrong with his son's function, and Ye Junwen was really helpless. He and Jin Zhuwen were clearly on good terms, but since the two of them had made the decision, Jin Zhuwen was not carrying him.

"Fine, I won't!" Ye Junwen clenched his teeth and took out a box of condoms from the bedside table.

A few days ago, Ye Junwen went to JS International to complain to Jin Sen. Jin Beiseng immediately got his secretary to get a box of condoms and personally opened them one by one. Afterwards, he even patted Ye Junwen on the shoulder and said, "Wen, am I loyal enough?"

In fact, Ye Junwen wasn't that eager to have children, but Tang Le and Ye Jun's pressure was too great. The son of Jin Sen from North was already on the streets, and after marrying Jin Zhuwen for three years, there was no movement at all, truly infuriating!

The next day, the sun rose. It was a brand-new day, and the weather was very good. The morning sun had already risen.

All the newspapers and news in A City were reporting on YC Group's charity party and the performance of the internationally renowned pianist Mackie last night. There were reporters at the charity party, and several of the media had taken pictures of Mackie and Jin Beisan talking in the corridor.

Last night, when he went back, he had Uncle Zou investigate the relationship between Yu Chen and Zhou Manzhen. The two of them had indeed been married in the United States. They had a daughter, but she had adopted them.

Jin Beisheng was sitting in his office with a calm and collected expression on his face. A trace of determination appeared in his eyes as he stared at the newspapers and newspapers that were reported by the major media, and the corner of his mouth hooked up into a rogue smile.

Zhou Manzhen, you're finally back. This time, I won't let you run away.

Left Bank Courtyard.

Zhou Manzhen woke up early in the morning. As a mother, she was always early in the morning. Whenever a child woke up, you had to wake up. Sometimes, you could wake up earlier than the child.

Yu Chen was not some nobleman who lived like a prince. Although his status was now more than ten times higher than it was three years ago, he had always been a low-key, dependable person. Every day, Yu Chen would wake up early, and every day for these three years, he would cook breakfast for Zhou Manzhen and her children.

Downstairs, Zhou Manzhu spotted Yu Chen's busy figure in the familiar kitchen. She walked over with a smile and asked, "Aachen, what are you cooking this time?"

"Your favorite little wonton."

"Wow, dad, there's a little wonton again." Yu Xin smelled the fragrance and skipped into the kitchen, drool dripping from her mouth.

"Hurry up and sit down, I'm almost done." Yu Chen said with a warm smile as he chased the mother and daughter out of the hot kitchen.

Zhou Manzhen took Yu Xin's hand and they sat in the living room. On the dining table, there were more than ten different kinds of newspapers, and it was Yu Chen's habit to read them. Zhou Manzhen casually glanced at them and was about to move the newspapers to the side when he vaguely saw his name in a certain morning newspaper.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Manzhen opened it and took a look.

The headlines were striking: Mackie, JS's president and a well-known international pianist.

Zhou Manzhen frowned and snorted in displeasure, "Nonsense!"

Then she looked at a newspaper with the headline: Old acquaintance or ex-wife.

Zhou Manzhen sneered and continued to read the newspaper on the dining table. He did not expect the rest of the newspapers to still have the same title. Zhou Manzhu angrily threw the newspaper into the trash can.