Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 207 Little Cotton Jacket

The elevator goes straight to the top floor.

Shen Guining led her daughter out and happened to run into Han Yi.

He said, "Madam, Mr. Qu is in a meeting."

Shen Guining nodded, "Approximately when will it be finished?"

Han Yi raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "About twenty minutes."

The little girl was still asking, "Where's Daddy?"

Shen Guining patted her head. "I'm working. Let's wait a bit."

Han Yi noticed the little bear makeup on the princess's face and couldn't help but smile.

Shen Guining saw him holding the folder and told him to go ahead and get busy.

Han Yi: "If you need anything, just let my assistant know. Mr. Qu is in the conference room on the 76th floor. I'll go down and deliver the documents now."

"it is good."

Shen Guining took the little girl to the office to wait.

The spacious and bright space offers excellent views. The gray and white color scheme is simple and sophisticated, with no unnecessary decorations except for calligraphy, paintings, and potted plants.

A faint woody scent lingers in the air.

The little girl wandered around, but found nothing fun to do and didn't see her daddy, so she lost interest and started messing with the small-leaf sandalwood plant on the table.

To prevent her from tearing the bonsai tree bare, Shen Guining took her downstairs for a walk.

I encountered many employees on the way, and their eyes were all glued to the little girl.

The floor was large, and by the time we reached the entrance to the conference hall, little Yi Yi was completely exhausted and plopped down on the floor, saying, "Mommy...I'm tired..."

Shen Guining wanted to hug her, but her phone rang. "Mommy, take this call. You sit here and rest for a bit."

The little girl nodded.

Fearing that it would disrupt the meeting inside, Shen Guining took her phone and walked a little further away.

The meeting room door was ajar, and sounds could be heard coming from inside.

The little girl curiously climbed to the door, poked her head inside, and heard her father talking.

"The risk assessment is too superficial. Market trends are changing. We need to adjust the plan in time. I want to see a new plan next week. Let's not waste any more time."

The people below were trembling with fear.

"Okay, Mr. Qu."

The little girl couldn't understand what they were saying at all, and quietly crawled in, supporting herself on the carpet with her little hands.

"Last month's revenue report..."

Before Qu Yanci could finish speaking, he was suddenly hugged by someone, feeling a soft, yielding touch.

He looked down and met a pair of watery eyes.

"Daddy!" The little girl clung to his trouser leg, looked up at him, and smiled, "I found you!"

A soft, sweet, childlike voice suddenly rang out, startling everyone else.

Qu Yanci concealed the coldness in his eyes, bent down and picked her up from the ground, examining her dark nose and eyebrows. "Who painted your face?" "Mommy...painted..." She couldn't quite organize her thoughts into complete sentences, "Bear Er oh..."

Qu Yanci brushed the dust off her clothes and asked, "Where's your mommy?"

The little girl turned her head to look at the door, "Outside, ducks..."

Shen Guining hadn't been watching for a moment when the person disappeared, so she hurriedly hung up the phone and came to look for him.

Everyone in the conference room stared at the little girl.

The image of a domineering CEO holding a baby feels somewhat incongruous, but the interaction between the father and daughter is surprisingly harmonious.

Shen Guining hurriedly pushed the door open and saw the little girl in her father's arms.

This little rascal.

Sorry to disturb their meeting, Shen Guining apologized and walked over to Qu Yanci, picking him up in her arms.

The little girl was unhappy, "Daddy... let's go..."

"Daddy's not finished yet, let's go drink some milk first, and Daddy will be here after we finish drinking the milk." Shen Guining coaxed him out of the meeting room, closing the door behind him.

The news of the little princess's bravery in the meeting room spread like wildfire.

Everyone in the group is discussing it.

[I was taking meeting notes when my little princess suddenly climbed in, hugged my boss's leg, and called him "Daddy." It was so adorable!]

[You wouldn't believe it, but Mr. Qu, who's usually so cold and aloof, is incredibly gentle with his daughter.]

Who could resist such an adorable child? They'd give you the stars and the moon if you wanted them!

[The genes are just too good. With the little princess's looks and family background, which boy will be good enough for her?]

Mr. Qu will tell Huang Mao to get lost.
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Shen Guining carried the little girl back to his office on the top floor, took out a bottle of milk from his bag, inserted a straw, and gave it to her to drink.

"Who was running around just now, huh?"

People can disappear in the blink of an eye; I'll have to keep a closer eye on them next time.

The little girl blinked innocently, held up the milk bottle, and said, "Mommy, drink..."

Shen Guining chuckled, "Mommy won't drink it, Yi Yi will drink it herself."

They're clever and can even distract themselves.

The little girl nestled in her arms, lazily drinking her milk.

Halfway through the drink, the office door opened.

Qu Yanci walked in.

The little girl immediately slid off the sofa and ran over with her short legs, calling out, "Daddy..."

Qu Yanci supported her under her armpits and picked her up.

The little girl loves being held by her daddy; it's so tall and makes her feel safe.

Of course, she also especially loves her mother's embrace; it smells so good and feels so comfortable.

Seeing how clingy she was, Shen Guining realized it was no wonder people said daughters were like warm cotton-padded jackets.