He looked at his daughter and cried and laughed, "Silly girl, that's durian syrup." ” He was a man who was completely uninterested in this dessert, so he couldn't be sure that the bowl was called durian syrup or an elegant name.
But the difference between durian and dates, he can't wait to teach his daughter to recognize it.
Becca's eyes widened, and her mouth opened in an O-shape, as if she had heard a message that scared her.
"I've always thought it was a dad called Jujube" He couldn't help but laugh, "Then you don't have to remember misremembers in the future." ” "Eat."
He glanced at the table full of Becca's favorite food, "Eat after the sugar water." ” "I don't eat, I'm going to eat 10,000 pea durian syrup daddy because I like the taste of it so much, hehe" Becca grinned as she scooped sugar water into her little mouth.
He was stunned when he watched his daughter eat sugar water.
I remember that woman, who also loves durian, a fruit.
Could it be that in addition to appearance, liking this kind of thing will also be inherited?
There were a few knocks on the open door, and he turned his head sideways, and a maid came over and bowed in a low voice.
"Sir, Mr.
Bud is here and waiting for you in the living room, do you want to see him now?"
"I'll go out now."
"Yes, sir."
He turned back to look at his daughter, got up and said, "Becca, dad go out for a while, you eat by yourself." ” He frowned, "Don't be picky, eat everything." ” He turned and walked out of the dining room.
Beka, who was sitting in his seat, puffed out his mouth aggrievedly.
Why shouldn't she be a picky eater?
Daddy is so annoying.
But she will still listen to her father.
Who made her a good boy?
oo hee hee In the living room, after all the servants in the living room left and closed the door, Bud, who was sitting on the sofa, put the coffee in his hand on the table, raised his head and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"Sir, Miss Lister, she is now planning to buy back all the companies that her father was auctioned off, but Lister only has more than 16 billion yuan in her hands, even the smallest company can't buy it back."
He put the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray, looked up at Bud with a distant gaze, and said a little mockingly, "She won't give up." ” They have been together for so many years, and he knows her character very well.
She looked weak, but she wanted what she wanted, no matter how difficult it was.
"I don't know, sir, the man who followed Miss Rist didn't get any new information. ” He looked at the tea table and was silent for a few seconds, "Make the starting points of these companies into copywriting, and find someone to hide their identity and send it to her." ” Bud was surprised, "Sir, you're here to help Miss Rist reclaim her company but you're not" "Just do what I say."
He got up and walked down the hallway, leaving nothing but this nonchalant word.
Bard didn't dare to ask more, got up with his briefcase, covered his head and hat, and timidly walked to the living room door.
Three days later.
Coffee shop.
Cill was lying on her desk, sullen.
In the past three days, she spent the rest of her time at home, except for eating and sleeping, to study how to take back her company.
But for three whole days, she still didn't have a clue.
Not only did she have no clue, but she also had a problem with sleepy eyes.
Now she gets sleepy when she looks at a file and a computer. oshow7 t1706231537: