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My Genius Son And His Billionaire Daddy

Chapter: 143

Su Meng was a little stunned by this.
Only then did she think of Shen Yuan’s other identity, the new richest man in China.
Indeed, for such a person who is not short of money, not a computer phone or a house is just a number.
It is still a particularly small number in his opinion.
At this time, Shen Yuan suddenly lowered her voice, speaking in a voice that only Su Meng could hear.
“Don’t worry, I said before that I won’t snatch children from you, so I definitely won’t.”
Su Meng’s heart was shocked, and she looked at Shen Yu’an incredulously.
But at this moment the green light was on, and Shen Yuan sat up straight and continued to drive forward. Su Meng could only see the back of Shen Yuan’s head.
This man actually noticed the thoughts in her heart.
Perceiving the worry in her heart, she worried that Shen Yuan was trying to impress Su Yankai with money and the privileges that money brought, and finally took away Su Yankai’s worry.
Su Meng looked at the clothes on her body, feeling complicated for a while.
That night, after the three of them had a luxurious lunch in Shen Yu’an’s good restaurant, Shen Yu’an saw that Su Yankai started to owe him, so I sent the two of them back home.
When I got off the car, Su Meng saw the gift from Shen Yu’an in the trunk.
A latest high-tech alien computer.
Shen Yuan carried the computer in one hand and Su Yankai with the other hand to walk into the unit building.
Su Meng feels that Shen Yu’an at this time does not look like the president of Xiangyang Technology who was sought after by the anti-star Gongyue and tens of thousands at first. On the contrary, he is a bit like an ordinary man who would be willing to carry rice and gas tanks for his family. Kind of man.
Thinking of this speculation, Su Meng suddenly covered her mouth and started to take care of herself.
She really couldn’t imagine what Shen Yuan would look like carrying a gas tank.
It is estimated that he will also be the president of the gas tank, still handsome, and still people can’t help screaming.
Shen Yuan, who was seven or eight steps away, watched the people behind him slow to keep up, and turned his head back and called out to Su Meng who was in a daze, “Catch up.”
Su Meng was still wearing that slightly large coat, and stepped forward to follow.
Su Yankai stood beside Shen Yu’an with a small schoolbag on his back, looked at his father who was holding him, and the mother behind him, suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.
He thinks it looks good now.
After entering the house, Shen Yuan helped Su Yankai turn on the phone.
The familiar and cool alien logo appeared on the computer desktop, and Su Yankai’s eyes were dazzling.
He couldn’t wait to sit on his small stool and pushed Shen Yu’an, “Dad, you go out, I want to play by myself.”
Shen Yuan originally wanted to see his son write code.
He only started to code when he was a teenager, and his son started writing code when he was five years old. He is really curious about how good his son is.
But his son didn’t want to let him see, and he didn’t force it.
At this time, he was still a darling madman, wishing to hold his son in the palm of his hand, the kind of pet he held in his mouth.
He got up and ignored Su Yankai’s struggle, touched his little head dozingly, winked at Su Meng, and the two of them left the room together.
When he went out, he also closed the door specially.
Su Meng realized at this time that the two of them had to be alone in a room.
She was a little nervous and went to the kitchen to pour two cups of warm water, one cup was placed in front of Shen Yuan, and one cup was held in her palm.
They sat in the living room, and the living room was so quiet that they could hear their breathing.
Su Meng didn’t know what Shen Yuan was going to say to herself. She bowed her head and thanked you, “I really thank you today.”
She has a slender and white neck, and now her head is lowered, and she is wearing dark blue home clothes. She looks more white and slender, as elegant as a white swan with her head down.
Shen Yuan looked away, looked at Su Meng’s fingers, but answered the question, “Are you short of money?”

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