Doting Billionaire Chapter 372

War Yin: “…… Grandma is thinking really long term, you tell your sons to make another effort to give your old man a granddaughter, and maybe a little faster.”

The old lady instantly laughed and scolded, “If your grandfather was still alive, did you say that it would be faster to let grandparents try to have a daughter on their own? Your parents and your aunt and uncle are already old, what’s the point of having a daughter? They didn’t get a daughter when they were young, so now they can only work hard for a granddaughter.”

“My third uncle and aunt are only in their forties, I think they both can still put up a fight.”

The third master and his wife, the Warriors: “Great nephew, you’re a thief!

“Are you busy?”

“I’m on the phone with Grandma.”

“Listen, you don’t talk cute at all. You’re not busy, are you? If you’re not busy, Grandma will meet you at the office and we’ll go shopping together.”

War Yin had a black line on his face.

“Grandma, I’m still at work.”

“The company won’t close down without you in it, Grandma asked you to accompany her shopping, that’s also for your own good, so that you can get used to accompanying women shopping, so that you can have the patience to accompany Hai Tong in the future and give you the opportunity to gain experience, you don’t even know how to cherish it.” m.

The corners of War Yin’s mouth twitched and said helplessly, “You let Yichen accompany you, I have a dinner party at noon.”

“Didn’t you push it off?”

After a silent moment, War Yin said, “My wife is being hogged, so I can only continue with my dinner party.”

“Haha, brat, you have your day too! What did Grandma say back then?”

War Yin: “……”

“Alright, I won’t take up your time, I’ll get Lao San to accompany me for a stroll. Of you brothers, Lao San is the most articulate, so let him accompany you and don’t worry about being bored to death.”

The old lady hung up the phone after she finished.

Today, it was a bit of a rewarding day, at least knowing that the eldest grandson had opened up a little.

For the sake of that brat’s lifelong happiness, her old lady was so worried that her hair turned white.

The first thing I did was to send a message to Hai Tong, telling her that she had to accompany a client to dinner at noon and couldn’t go over.

Hai Tong replied in seconds: Got it.

War Yin’s face didn’t look too good.

How unwelcome was she for him to go over for dinner?

With Shang Xiaofei accompanying her, she didn’t even remember whose wife she was.

The small-minded, jealous warrior had forgotten what he had stressed several times: I don’t eat jealousy, it’s too sour.

Now he has even eaten Shang Xiaofei’s jealousy, so sour that his teeth are soft.

In fact, he could call Shang Wuxian and ask him to call Shang Xiaofei back, but he was afraid that doing so would let Shang Xiaofei know that Hai Tong was his wife.

His body leaned back on the black swivel chair, War Yin’s brows were locked, only because he had tasted what it was like to lift a stone and smash his own feet.

After a few minutes of depression, War Yin put his depression aside, then picked up his mobile phone and called the Guancheng Hotel, and arranged for the hotel to send his wife a few of her favourite dishes over.

She had invited her guests to dinner, so she had to add a few good dishes.

Hai Tong didn’t know that because she had left Shang Xiaofei to eat in the shop, that was the reason why Zhangyin couldn’t come over.

She and her best friend packed up the things that Shang Xiaofei had bought, as the students were about to leave class, and they were all piled up here, making it impossible to turn around and get down.

Shang Xiaofei, meanwhile, was playing with Yang Yang in her arms.

“Yang Yang, Yang Yang Yang.”

Zhou’s mother’s shrill voice suddenly came in.

Hai Tong’s face sank.