Keep Distance, Mr. CEO!
Chapter 189: Uncle Bingshan, Won’t You Come to See Me?

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Uncle Bingshan, Won’t You Come to See Me?

Uncle? Mom?!!

Secretary Gao was stunned.

Holy shit!

This is... this is...

Ou Mucen had been sitting there, and when he saw him all of a sudden go dumb, not speaking, his expression also became very weird. Out of impatience, he stretched out his hand and took his phone: "Hello?"

"My mom forgot to bring her phone today, are you trying to reach her?"

"..."

It’s actually a child?

When Ou Mucen heard the childlike voice on the phone, he was also stunned in shock.

Mom?

Is that Little Baozi?

He recalled the little boy he had met twice before and finally reacted: "Are you Xiaobao?"

Ye Xiaobao, on the other end of the line, also found the voice very familiar, and upon being asked if it was him, he immediately nodded his little head while holding the phone: "Yeah, I’m Xiaobao, who is this? Uncle Bingshan?"

Uncle Bingshan?

Ou Mucen’s brow twisted at this new nickname: "Mm, where’s your mom?"

"My mom went for a job interview!"

"Job interview?"

"Yeah, my mom said it’s inconvenient to work at your company, so Uncle Lin found her another job, and she left early this morning. She forgot her phone when she left."

This kid was really straightforward; if he wanted to know where his mom went, he told everything he knew without hesitation.

But whether he spoke the truth or lies, who the hell knows!

So there stood Secretary Gao, watching as the boss’s handsome face gradually grew grimmer until finally, as if a storm was about to break, the atmosphere in the entire office dropped, and he shivered...

Crap, that murderous vibe is way too strong; what on earth did that damn kid say to him?

Secretary Gao began thinking of making a getaway!

"Did your mom mention which company she went to interview with?"

Ye Xiaobao shook his head: "I don’t know that, Uncle, I’m just a kid; how would I know about that? By the way, Uncle, won’t you come to see me? I’m supposed to be discharged from the hospital today. Given our relationship, won’t you come and see me?"

Ou Mucen: "..."

Sitting there, stiff for a long time, he finally threw out a sentence: "Okay, I’ll come to see you. What do you want to eat?"

"Then would you buy me some bread? Mom and Uncle Lin haven’t come back yet, and Aunt Xiaoqiao has gone to class. I don’t know when they’ll be back to catch lunchtime?"

A four-year-old child, speaking on the phone, still with his sweet and soft baby voice uttering every word, showed no blame, no grievance, as if being left alone was the most normal thing in the world.

But as Ou Mucen sat there, for some reason, he suddenly felt an anger rising from deep within, accompanied by a sharp pang of heartache. He hung up the phone with a "slam" and said nothing more, immediately standing up from his chair.

"Third Master..."

"I’m stepping out for a bit, push all appointments to the afternoon!"

He left the office with a cold face, giving no explanations to the secretary standing before him, then grabbing his car keys and suit jacket as he headed out the door.

Secretary Gao was left standing in the office, for a long time, unable to react.

What is the president up to?

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Twenty minutes later, in the VIP ward of City No. 1 People’s Hospital, Ye Xiaobao, who was bored sitting in front of the window dismantling his fighter jet model, finally heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Who’s that coming?

His face brightened as he looked back, thinking it could be his mom or Uncle Lin, or maybe Aunt Xiaoqiao, who promised she’d come over after her class.