Became a vicious male mother

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The assistant looked at him like he'd seen a ghost. "You... are you still ordering food?"

Gu Xinglan shook her head, "No need, I'll order with my phone."

"The hotel services here require a membership account. Is there anything you need? Let me help you."

The assistant took out the phone and placed the menu on the table.

"Flavorful meat soup, fish tail shrimp, grilled beef ribs..." All the dishes ordered were meat.

The assistant picked it up and looked at it. "Is there anything else you'd like to order?"

"Another serving of cheese and tomato spaghetti, please."

The assistant put away the menu and was about to leave when Gu Xinglan remembered something and called out, "Remember to ask the waiter to bring the takeout boxes."

Pack?

Why are you packing leftovers at this hotel?

“…Okay.” The assistant looked at the mask strangely, feeling a chill run down his spine.

After the door closed, the child in her arms finally relaxed.

Gu Xinglan placed her hand lightly on the other person's shoulder, the question she wanted to ask lingering in her throat several times before finally swallowing it back down.

If she didn't want him to see her shy state, why did he even ask? He was just making a fool of himself.

It was quiet for a long time.

He patted the shoulder of the person in his arms, "Li Hetai, did you like what I just ordered?"

The two had spent several months together, and he believed he had a fairly good grasp of Li Hetai's tastes. He was a meat lover and his favorite vegetable was tomato.

But the person in his arms remained motionless.

Gu Xinglan waited until her thighs started to go numb.

This child is growing... He looks thin, but he's actually quite heavy.

"Mr. Zhang." A knock sounded on the door.

The waiter brought out the food, and Gu Xinglan patted Li Hetai's right shoulder with a bit of force.

But the other person still grabbed his clothes and wouldn't budge.

The situation was too complicated to resolve, so Gu Xinglan simply picked the person up and carried them to open the door.

People outside the door were served their meals in an orderly fashion.

There were originally many vegetarian dishes on the table, but after the waiter set the table, meat dishes instantly took the lead.

"Put me down."

Suddenly, Li Hetai's hoarse voice rang in my ears.

"Okay, I'll put you down." Gu Xinglan put the person down.

As a result, Li Hetai turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, he couldn't even see a shadow of anyone.

Gu Xinglan hurriedly ran out and peeked out the door. The passageways on both sides were dark, and she couldn't see anyone else at all.

This kid didn't eat and didn't even tell him. He had already ordered all the food, and then he stood him up.

"Mr. Zhang, enjoy your meal." The waiter said with a smile.

Look at that table, it's all set out so neatly.

He adjusted his mask, trying to convey a friendly look, and said with an awkward smile, "Can I pack it up? I'll pack it up now."

When I came out with my bags, the moon was hidden behind the clouds, completely obscured by smoke of various colors.

The sound of huge fireworks could be heard from time to time.

This is the outskirts behind Wushui, so it's normal for people to set off fireworks here.

Gu Xinglan returned to the car.

Zhang Jinhao was sleeping on the pillow in the driver's seat, with the steering wheel pressed under the pillow, its surface damp with drool.

As for Lai Ho Tai, he was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

The colorful lights outside the window lit up again and again, making Li Hetai frown, his brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown.

With a "whoosh," the car window instantly turned black.

The noise also woke up the driver, Zhang Jinhao, who was still sleepy. As soon as he looked up, he cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch!"

"You have a stiff neck?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, my neck hurts." Zhang Jinhao rubbed his neck, his hands, face, even the soles of his feet were numb, and he couldn't turn his neck around.

The noise kept echoing in the workshop, and Gu Xinglan was about to get out of the car to help in the front seat.

Suddenly, Li Hetai, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them, let out an annoyed hiss, and leaned forward onto the front seat, stretching out his hands.

It feels like strangling someone...

With a "click," Zhang Jinhao's cry of pain suddenly stopped, and he gasped for breath, "I'm... I'm back to normal."

Before he could recover, Zhang Jinhao was suddenly pulled back, the two arms around his neck were extremely strong, and instantly his neck was tightly restrained against the backrest.

Zhang Jinhao, unable to breathe, cried out, "Help! Lord Zhang, help me!"

It was clearly Li Hetai who was being restrained, but he only called Gu Xinglan.

Someone was even more annoyed. Just as he was about to make his next move, his waist was suddenly pulled backward, and he accidentally bumped into the arms of the person behind him.

The mask, unable to bear the weight, fell off his face, and Gu Xinglan felt a dull ache in his chest. He said, "If you strangle him to death, who will drive this car?"

Irony doesn't go to someone's ears.

The driver was about to turn his head and see a face he shouldn't have seen.

Li Hetai lifted the packaged bag, blocking the view of the person in the front seat.

"..." Zhang Jinhao covered his neck, thinking that the child had gone mad.

All he did was sleep a little longer, didn't he? All he did was stay silent, didn't he? Why should a man in his forties have to take orders from a young punk and tell him to get out? This car is his, why should he get out?

If it weren't for President Li's sake, he would have given this kid a good spanking!

The person who thought that way just a few minutes ago has now changed their mind because of the dull pain in their neck.

This kid isn't just an extra; he's incredibly strong!

Zhang Jinhao was sweating profusely.

"Sorry." Gu Xinglan fastened her mask again, took the bags, and placed her hand on the passenger seat. "These two bags contain untouched groceries. If you're hungry, eat first."

*

The person wearing the mask was disheveled, while the child next to him had reverted to his previous posture of crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

“I ate nearby, right where you and Chairman Geng were talking…” Zhang Jinhao avoided eye contact.

"Probably...smoothly?" Gu Xinglan shook her head.

Was it a smooth process or a rough one?

Zhang Jinhao looked at the person in the back seat, who was both affirming and shaking his head. Anxiety crept onto his face as he took out his phone from his pocket.

As a result, he had already shut down the phone.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on things online. The media has already reported on this conversation, and they’re all on our side, calling us thuggish barbarians…”

"Just take a look at what those marketing accounts say," Gu Xinglan comforted her.

Zhang Jinhao's face was ashen, as if he had been frightened, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"This this……"

"Don't worry about the media. President Li is keeping an eye on things."

Is this something to worry about?

Zhang Jinhao knew that he was already like an arrow released from a bow, and no matter how he tried to stop him, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he was overestimating his own strength.

But what if the acquisition fails and he actually goes to jail?

The car left the hotel and continued driving along the Wushui River.

It was cold, and the river was frozen over. Someone even knocked a hole in the riverbank to secretly fish.

Until they entered the townhouse area, the lights were on everywhere except for their own houses.

Zhang Jinhao got out of the car and automatically picked up the bags and packages.

His wife has already taken their daughter back to her parents' home... He might get scolded by his mother-in-law when he goes back to pick her up in a few weeks. Being a live-in son-in-law isn't easy.

After wallowing in self-pity for a few seconds, he put down the bag and turned around to see a masked person carrying a child coming in from outside the door.

"Lord Zhang, you're still eating these dishes?" He swallowed back his words halfway through.

As Gu Xinglan turned his back to close the door, the child was not asleep at all; he just stared at him with his eyes open.

Her gaze was fixed on him, yet it seemed as if she wasn't even looking at him; her eyes were cold.

Zhang Jinhao felt his neck hurt again, and he slumped onto the sofa.