The Rest Of My Life Is For You Novel - Chapter 1785
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Chapter 1785: Doesn’t your conscience hurt? (1)
He handed Xiao Liuliu to Fan Yu. “Thank you for sending me back. If it’s possible…”
“If you want me to help you contact Qi Yan, you should give up on that idea as soon as possible,”fan yu interrupted her and said coldly.
Qiao yuanfei stood rooted to the ground. “I just want you to visit those children when it’s convenient for you. With your ability, if you’re willing to help them, their lives will be better.”
Fan Yu:”…”
Qiao Yuanfei’s figure disappeared from the entrance of the Qiao family’s villa.
Fan Yu stood in the wind and looked in the direction where she had disappeared. His eyes gradually deepened.
Until the little glutinous rice ball in his arms began to yawn from sleepiness. “Uncle Fan Yu, do you miss your sister? Can We Go in and sleep with your sister?”
Fan Yu:”…”
Fan Yu: “You can’t just say things like that. Also, don’t call her sister anymore!”
Xiao Liuliu was so sleepy that she rubbed her small face against his chest and mumbled, “Can we sleep together just because you call me Auntie?”
Fan Yu:”…”
Xiao Liuliu, you are poisonous.
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The next day, the weather was beautiful and cloudless.
Yu Yuehan hugged his wife and when he woke up, he received a “Greetings”call from Qi Yan and Mo Yongheng.
Qi Yan was on a honeymoon with Tan Bengbeng on an island.
Mo Yongheng also brought Zheng Yan to a resort villa in city n for their honeymoon.
He was the only one..
His wife was pregnant and could not exercise intensely. Their honeymoon was about to be ruined.
The more Yu Yuehan thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt.
Therefore, that morning, the Yu Corporation received an order from the President to entrust the company to Fan Yu to manage. Even Xiao Liuliu was packed and sent to Fan Yu’s villa.
When the butler saw the little glutinous rice ball in special assistant Yang’s arms, he was so frightened that he scrambled into fan Yu’s room and reported with a trembling voice.
“Young master fan, Young Master Han has sent you a child again!”
Fan Yu:”? ? ?”
The butler: “It’s the young miss of the Yu family. She has been sent downstairs and her luggage has been sent over. She said that the husband and wife are going on their honeymoon and it’s inconvenient to bring Xiao Liuliu along, so she asked you to help take care of her for a period of time. Following that, she also sent over the custody documents of the Yu Corporation!”
Fan Yu:”…”! !
Fan Yu stopped wearing his clothes that were half-dressed and walked to the bedside to pick up his cell phone to call Yu Yuehan.
His cell phone was turned off.
The same thing happened when he tried to call Nian Xiaomu again.
Before he could snap back to his senses, a cute little ball of rice had already happily climbed up the stairs with her small backpack on her back.
Run up to him, grab his legs.
“Uncle Fanyu!”
Fan Yu:”…”
“Yu, Yue, Han –”
– (beeping)
“Achoo –”
“Achoo –”
“Achoo –”
At the airport, Nian Xiaomu sneezed a few times in succession and leaned weakly into Yu Yuehan’s arms.
Don’t feel at ease to raise the head to ask.
“Yu Yuehan, wouldn’t it be bad if we just left Xiao Liuliu with fan Yu? I think fan Yu would want to kill you.”
Yu Yuehan sat on the sofa in the VIP lounge and crossed his legs calmly.
He held Nian Xiaomu in his left hand and flipped through a financial magazine in his right hand.
There was not a single trace of worry on his well-defined handsome face.
When he heard Nian Xiaomu’s words, he cast a sidelong glance at her and ruffled her long hair.
“I am doing this for his own good. Tell me, if we don’t leave, how heartbreaking would it be for him to watch us as a loving couple every time he comes to visit Xiao Liuliu?”
“…”
“He’s a single, elderly, diamond bachelor. He usually takes care of everything. I’m leaving Xiao Liuliu with him so that he can experience the life of a nanny as soon as possible. He’s doing this with good intentions!”
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