Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback.

what.

What happened?

Was it his imagination? He clearly saw a red light just now, how did it suddenly turn green?

He shook his head. Could it be that he was too drunk last night and his brain was fogged up?

Shen Jiyuan lightly pressed the accelerator and slowly drove the car out, but when he drove past the line, he suddenly realized that none of the cars around him were moving.

He looked up sharply, and it was indeed a green light.

What happened?

Shen Jiyuan shook his head, not thinking too much about it, and drove away.

After arriving at the company, he suspected that he had hallucinated due to a hangover as many as three times!

Shen Jiyuan rubbed his slightly blurry eyes and vowed once again that he would never drink so much alcohol again.

While he was questioning himself, Shen Ji's face lit up with a grin: [Wow, did Old Deng run three red lights? Hahahaha!]

Yoshikawa: [...]

However, that's your father!

Shen Ji laughed with his hands on his hips, "Three red lights, one is 6 points, three is 18 points!"

That old rascal Shen Jiyuan, not only will his driver's license be temporarily suspended, but if he runs a few more red lights, he'll have to honestly retake the driver's license test!

He refused to believe that the old man still had the energy to think about women.

snort!

Just like yesterday, Shen Jiyuan pushed a stroller into the office.

His behavior sparked a heated discussion among the company's employees, and the company's small group chat almost exploded with all sorts of guesses.

After Shen Jiyuan finished dealing with official business for a while, his assistant Sun Mian knocked on the door and came in. "Mr. Shen." He placed an invitation on his desk. "This is an invitation from the Yu family. Please take a look."

Shen Jiyuan took the invitation, glanced at it, and frowned, saying, "A birthday party?"

"Yes." Sun Mian nodded. "It's the birthday of Yu Wenshuo, the head of the Yu family. This is the first time in so many years that President Yu has held a birthday banquet for himself."

The Yu family's company and the Shen Group do have a lot of cooperation. Although their relationship is not exactly one of mutual loyalty, it is still acceptable.

Since Yu Wenshuo had personally sent an invitation, he naturally couldn't refuse.

Shen Jiyuan nodded. "I understand."

Sun Mian asked, "How should I prepare the gift?"

Shen Jiyuan thought for a moment and said, "I can prepare it myself, you don't need to worry about it."

Sun Mian said "oh" and prepared to leave.

But before he had taken more than a few steps, Shen Jiyuan called him back. He turned around with some confusion, "Is there anything else, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Jiyuan glanced away uncomfortably. "You...can you make baby formula?"

"what?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Shen Jiyuan said coldly, his face stern. "Can't you understand human language?"

Sun Mian: "..."

He glanced at his meddlesome boss and shook his head decisively, "No way."

"Are you a piece of trash?!" Shen Jiyuan said with a dark face. "You can't do this, you can't do that, did I hire you to be a mascot?!"

"If you don't know how, then learn!"

"My son needs milk. The formula is in the cupboard. Go get a bottle!"

Sun Mian: "..."

The oxen and horses, unable to vent their anger, could only slink away from the office to make milk.

Fortunately, there were quite a few nursing assistants in the company, and after asking them for advice for a while, he prepared the milk.

When Xiao Biga returned to the office and handed the baby bottle to Shen Ji, he was more polite than his father, and sweetly thanked him.

The hearts of the working class were instantly filled with a little more warmth.

Shen Jiyuan didn't have much to do today. He watched Shen Ji gulp down his milk, frowned, stood up from his chair, and walked to the sofa. "Is it that good?"

Shen Ji looked up. "Dad, are you done with your work?"

Shen Jiyuan nodded and plopped down on the sofa. "No rush, take a break."

Shen Ji responded with an "oh".

Shen Jiyuan turned to look at him again, and seeing that he was drinking with great relish, he swiftly snatched the bottle from his hand. "Is it really that good?"

Without waiting for Shen Ji's reply, he put the pacifier in his mouth and sucked on it. The greasy taste instantly spread throughout his mouth, and his brows furrowed.

"What is this?" He quickly handed the baby bottle back to Shen Ji.

Shen Ji slapped it away in disgust, "I don't want anything you've drunk from!"

Shen Jiyuan said irritably, "I haven't even complained about you, and you're complaining about me?"

At this point, Shen Jiyuan also found it somewhat strange.

Those who know him know that he is a clean freak and almost never touches other people's things.

He felt disgusted.

But for some reason, these self-rejecting rules became exceptions for Shen Ji.

Is this the true attraction between father and son?

Shen Jiyuan suddenly realized that blood ties were truly a magical thing.

Seeing Shen Ji's disgusted little face, he felt a mischievous urge to tease him. He grinned and grabbed Shen Ji's chin, shoving the milk bottle into his mouth. "Didn't you say you'd be carrying my chamber pot from now on?"

"They're already complaining; who knows how unfilial they'll be in the future!"

"I'm just giving you time to adjust!"

Shen Ji: "..."

The father and son were playfully fighting in the office when, a moment later, there was another knock on the office door.

Shen Jiyuan casually called out, "Come in."

Sun Mian poked his head in and said, "President Shen, a man named Xie Wujie wants to see you. He said he was sent by Shanhe Security."

Shen Jiyuan hummed in agreement. "Have him come directly to my office."

Sun Mian's big head snapped back into place.

A short while later, there was another knock on the office door.

After Shen Jiyuan called for him to come in, the door was slowly pushed open, and a tall man walked in from outside.

The man wore a brown jacket, military green camouflage pants, and military boots. His hair, which was half-grown, was tied in a small bun at the back of his head.

His face doesn't look entirely like a Chinese person; he probably has mixed-race genes. He has very fair skin and is quite good-looking.

The newcomer looked at the two people in the office, one big and one small, and greeted them with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Shen, my name is Xie Wujie, and I am a bodyguard from Shanhe Security."

He speaks Mandarin fluently and clearly, with crisp and clear pronunciation.

Shen Jiyuan nodded, gesturing to the other side of the sofa, and said, "Sit down. You should understand my requirements and salary package, right?"

Xie Wujie calmly walked over and sat down. "I understand."

"Okay." Shen Jiyuan straightened up. "You'll be in charge of my son's safety from now on, the kind of 24-hour protection. It'll be tough, but I'll double your pay and won't treat you unfairly."

"If you have no objections, we can sign the contract now."

Xie Wujie nodded. "Okay."

Shen Jiyuan then pointed to Shen Ji and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my son, Shen Ji."

Xie Wujie turned to look at Shen Ji, "Young Master is so cute. I look forward to your guidance in the future."

Shen Ji smiled and said, "Uncle Xie, I'm very popular, you must protect me!"

Xie Wujie smiled and said, "Of course, it's my duty."

"That's great!" Shen Ji said with a smile. "Finally, I don't have to worry about Old Deng anymore!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."