Chapter 869
My Secretary is a Little Sweet
Translator: 549690339
âWhat?â Jing Yiran was confused.
âRed packet! Give it back to me!â
âDidnât I just return it to you?â
âYouâve only given me one, Iâm still missing nine more! Didnât you just take ten from me? Dad, did he take ten red packets from me?â
Jing Yichen nodded seriously.âYes, I saw it clearly.â
Jing Yiran was shocked by the shamelessness of the father and son.
He thought that his skin was already very thick, but he didnât expect to meet an opponent today!
âWhat did I do in my past life to have such a brother and such a nephew?â he couldnât help but wail.
âItâs my wedding day. Donât wail like a ghost and wail like a Wolf. Hurry up and return the remaining nine red packets to me. Youâre not thinking of reneging on your debt, are you?â
Mu Qing had just finished his work and heard Jing Ruiâs words. He looked at him with disdain.âJing Yiran, can you stop embarrassing yourself? how could you snatch a red packet from a kid? Give it back to Ruirui, his red packets were all given to him by others because they thought he was cute and smart. If you want it, go grab it yourself!â
Jing Yiran looked pained and helpless! I didnât snatch his red packet, heâs trying to frame me!â
Shangguan ning and Zhao Anan came over and protected Jing Rui. They didnât give Jing Yiran any face.
âJing Yiran, why are you bullying my nephew? give him back the red packet!â
âJing Yiran, you took my sonâs Red packet? I am so concerned about Lu and your child. How can you be so shameless?â
Jing Yiran was getting a headache.
Why did he become the thousand accusing fingers?
This little brat was really trying to kill him!
âI donât even have a red packet on me. If you donât believe me, you can search me!â
He was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat. He simply wanted to take off his clothes and let everyone see that he was penniless!
God, he would never dare to mess with Jing Rui again. He did not know when this guy would dig a hole and bury him.
He was in a hurry to defend himself, but no one believed him, because Jing Yiran was really capable of snatching Jing Ruiâs Red packet!
The crowd soon dispersed. Jing Rui came back after walking for a while. He stopped in front of Jing Yiran and said with his tender face,âSecond uncle, do you like red packets too? Iâll give you one!â
Jing Yiran stepped back out of reflex and said in fear,âYou, you, you ... What are you doing now!â
Just now, he was pushing him to his death. Why did his face change so quickly? not only was he willing to call him second uncle, but he even wanted to give him a red packet!
This was definitely not normal!
This brat might have come up with some ghostly idea again!
He would not be fooled!
Jing Rui smiled and said,âdonât you like red packets?â Although I like it too, I have a lot of it. Iâll give you one. â
As he said this, he put the red packet on the floor not far away from Jing Yiran and skipped away like an ordinary child.
Jing Yiran was very suspicious. Did he misunderstand Jing Rui?
Did Jing Rui really have a conscience?
Or was it because he was besieged and framed by too many people just now that this little rascal felt a little guilty?
Jing Yiran looked at the red packet on the floor. He walked to it hesitantly and was about to open it.
The worst thing was that there was no money in the red packet. He would be played by Jing Rui.
He opened the red packet and was about to check if there was any cash inside. In the end, there was a crisp âbangâ and black smoke came out of the red packet and jumped onto his face. Then, his handsome face immediately turned black!
His two hands did not escape either. They turned black, as if he had not washed his hands after mining coal!
Jing Yiranâs roar soon reverberated in the Zheng familyâs Villa.âJing Rui! Come over here, Iâll beat you to death, you little bastard!â
Jing Yichen held his sonâs hand and strolled in the garden of the Zheng family.
âSon, did you use the little black bean that your Grandpa gave you?â
âYes, dad. Little black bean is quite useful. However, this little black bean wasnât given to me by Grandpa, I made it myself. â
The little black bean that the father and son were talking about was actually a small firecracker-like explosive made of graphite. However, this kind of little black bean would explode immediately upon contact and pressure. It was not powerful, but it was very difficult to clean, so it was very suitable for trapping people.
âOh? Have you already learned how to be a little black bean?â
Jing Yichen was a little surprised. He had learned how to make this kind of toy from Jing zhongxiu when he was a child, but he was already three years old when he learned it, while Jing Rui was only two years and four months old.
âYes, dad. I heard that my record is higher than yours!â
Jing Yichen smiled.âYou are better than me. You will surpass me in the future.â
âI will definitely surpass you. When I grow up, I will be able to protect you and mom!â
Jing Rui was full of confidence. He was looking forward to surpassing his father, who was like a god. In his heart, his father was invincible, because he had never seen anything that could stop him.
Since his father said that he was more powerful, he was definitely not lying. He was indeed very smart.
The wedding lasted for a whole day. Jing Yichen and Jing Rui only showed up once. The rest of the time, he was in the car with his son in his arms, studying the structure and power Principles of the car. If Jing Rui had not been so short, he would have learned how to drive by now.
After the wedding, Shangguan ning and Jing Rui were sitting in the back of the car when they went home. She touched her sonâs head and said with mixed feelings,âMarriage is so touching and blissful. Now, Iâm waiting for Ruirui to get married. We must make his wedding a Grand one.â
Jing Rui took the hand away from her head and said calmly,ââMom, youâre thinking too far ahead. Itâll take at least 30 years for me to get married. Itâs more practical for you to care about what I have for breakfast tomorrow.â
Seeing that her son didnât want her to touch his head, Shangguan ning took him into her arms and said seriously, âTomorrowâs breakfast has already been set a month ago. Your father has also personally set the menu for you. You canât get married so late. Hmm ... Itâs best if you get married around the age of 25. Otherwise, all the good girls will be picked by others. â
âDad only married you in his thirties, and it was a flash marriage. I can totally adopt this model in the future. Itâs not good to get married too early, itâs easy to become a henpecked husband and lose your freedom. â
Shangguan ning was dumbfounded by Jing Ruiâs eloquence.
âMom, you have to promise me that Iâll decide my own marriage in the future. You canât interfere.â
Shangguan ning felt a little helpless. Was she that untrustworthy of her son?