Ji Qishu boldly stretched out his hand and touched Ye Junqing's forehead: "Brother Qing, you don't have a fever, why do you think you are so nonsense? Are you not stimulated? Or have you read too many novels about Rebirth?"

Ye Junqing was too lazy to handle Ji Qishu, sitting in a shark-shaped submarine, rubbing his chin with one hand, still thinking about Li Yu's words.

The group left the Imperial Palace on a small submarine and drove the small submarine directly to the parking lot of the Galaxy Building.

After getting off the submarine, the group took the elevator to the highest floor.

"Emperor, Mr. Empress." The highest-level reception secretary welcomed Ye Junqing in surprise.

The four words "Mr. Queen" made Ye Junqing's scalp numb.

There is no way, finally one day, Ye Junqing lived as a man with a small fishtail, but he was not worthy of having his own surname. In the eyes of the people here, his only identity is Her Majesty's male queen.

"Take me to find your Mr. Mo."

The female secretary respectfully led the way: "Okay, please, Mr. Xiao Mo is having a meeting. Mr. Queen, is Mr. Xiao Mo really the biological flesh and blood of you and Her Majesty the Queen?"

This is what happens outside now, Xiao Mo is always the Prince’s Highness!

Ye Junqing refused to admit it or deny it, and smiled faintly.

As the stars were walking in the corridor, passing by a conference hall, I happened to see Mo Yinhe sitting on the main seat of the conference room, with a cute but cold face, squinting his eyes and listening to a group executive giving a meeting report.

Ji Qishu, who followed Ye Junqing, whispered: "Brother Qing, the expression of this little guy during the meeting is exactly the same as your expression of the meeting. I have to take a photo and send it to my brothers!"

The female secretary stood beside him and saw Ji Qishu taking out his very low hand, his eyes as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.

Ji Qishu shot several pictures in a row. No matter how you look at it, you feel a little sympathetic to the adult man in the conference room. He was actually suppressed by the aura of a five-year-old child without any ability to resist. Alas...

The female secretary felt that Ji Qishu had been filming Xiaomo for a long time, "Mr. Queen, I will take you to the president's office first."

Ye Junqing waved his hand: "No, I'll stand here and take a look, you go down first."

Looking at the little guy in the conference room like this, Ye Junqing's mind appeared in the scenes he saw after his hand was pressed against the holy tree last night. The little fishtail gave birth to a son for him. Every time he worked in the study, he would put his son on his lap and concentrate on his own affairs, and he didn't think his son was quarrel at all.

My son was really not quarreling, and his big eyes stared at his documents, looking at them seriously.

He obviously couldn't understand it, but he just read it very carefully.

The little fishtail came in with the food, stood beside him, taking photos of them with his cell phone.

Later, my son went to kindergarten and came back with a small schoolbag every day, and he also did his homework in his study.

At a young age, he would imitate his signature handwriting. If he was not careful, the documents he placed at home were signed with a wave of his hand. When he realized that the project had already been unfolded, he would not turn back.

When he gets angry, he will turn his son over and press him on his legs and beat him up. At this time, his son will scream and shout for help from his mother. The little fishtail will rush over, protecting his son and going endlessly with him. His daughter will cry and live a mess... But such a scene makes people feel warm when they think about it.

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