Chapter 1820 After Raising a Good Baby, I Escaped

Xiao Kui is a very beautiful girl.

But all the assistants in the president's office are outstanding, and everyone knows that the president only cares about his beloved younger brother. After flirting with the blind man for the first two years, the young talents and beauties in the company have given up on this Mary Sue storyline.

Even so, it did not alleviate the worries in Winslow's heart.

"Young Master, drink this milk first. I've ordered the cake that Mr. Jin often ordered for you. It will be delivered soon."

Winslow sat on the sofa, turned another page of the book in his hand, and said thank you in a low voice.

The boy was as dignified and pretty as a rag doll, and even his knuckles when turning pages were white and rosy. He looked much healthier than in previous years and was more eye-catching.

After Xiao Kui put down the milk, he sat next to Winslow casually and asked him about Jinchen's life.

Winslow's expression suddenly turned cold. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the exquisitely dressed assistant. "Why are you asking this?"

"I am new here after all. In the future... I might get involved in the trivialities of Mr. Jin's life."

Seeing the obvious smile on his face, Winslow almost instantly understood the purpose of the man in front of him.

"I don't think that's your job description."

Winslow put down the book, his eyes clear and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "Don't try to seduce my brother."

Xiao Kui: “…”

I didn't expect that this young master would speak so bluntly.

"Young Master, you misunderstood. I was just asking casually so as not to disturb your rest."

Xiao Kui stood up and left. The scent left by the suit skirt was so noticeable that Winslow couldn't help but frown. He put his knuckles slightly against the tip of his nose, not noticing any other small movements.

Xiao Kui sent several secretly taken photos to an overseas account and quickly deleted the records.

Winslow opened the lounge window to get some fresh air. The wind blowing in from the upper floors was extremely cold, and it rushed to occupy the heater's territory.

He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes slightly facing the cold wind. His raven-black eyelashes drooped to cover his eyes, hiding the emotions surging in his eyes.

When the door of the lounge opened again, another assistant exclaimed, "Young Master, why are you standing there blowing the cold wind on such a cold day?"

"Your cake is here. The meeting is expected to end in fifteen minutes. Please wait a little longer."

This assistant was someone Winslow could call by name and had been in the company for several years. Winslow nodded and closed the window.

Fifteen minutes later, Jinchen came to the lounge.

"I heard that the good boy is here in the cold wind, and he is unhappy because he has been waiting for too long?"

Jinchen looked at the young man who was curled up in a blanket reading a book on the sofa, unbuttoned his two bow ties and sat down casually.

“It’s not because I waited too long.”

Winslow wrapped in a blanket fell into Jinchen's arms, his warm cheek pressed against Jinchen. He hummed twice in dissatisfaction, recalling a very classic line.

He poked Jinchen's shoulder and muttered in a low voice: "Brother is really good at attracting bees and butterflies."

Jinchen: "..."

It’s terrible. What has my child been watching recently without telling me?

"What are you talking about?"

He pinched Winslow's earlobe and said helplessly in a low voice, "I just went to a meeting. How can this be related to attracting bees and butterflies?"

If it really comes to attracting a lot of men, Jinchen thought of the confession scene he saw at the school gate when he picked up Winslow from school before the winter vacation. Although his child refused very straightforwardly, he finally realized it.

While he was diligently raising his children, there were already many people in the academy that he could not reach who were attracted to Winslow.

Over the past few years, Winslow's degree of evil has been reduced to single digits. He is no longer the villain in the original plot who was on the verge of death and disguised himself with bloodlust and cruelty.

Jinchen raised him to be delicate and well-behaved.

Winslow was still sullen, his half-open, half-closed dark pupils filled with dark light, and he rubbed Jinchen's neck softly, as if trying to speak.

"There are many people who like you, brother, do you want to fall in love too?"

Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and no longer exerted force on the fingertips that were pinching the back of Winslow's neck. Instead, he slowly pulled the boy out and asked in a slightly dangerous manner.

"Why are you talking about this suddenly, or is it that Guaibao has something on his mind?"

Premature love is not advisable!

It is even more important to avoid premature love with others.

Winslow stared at Jinchen in silence, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. But in the end, he slowly pursed his lips and shook his head.

Jinchen finally breathed a sigh of relief. "There is a dinner party for the company's senior executives tonight. Can you come with me, Guaibao, and help me drink?"

"Ah."

Winslow buried himself in his brother's arms again.

Their relationship was still as soft as before, without any change, which was good.

But Winslow was very sad in his heart.

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There were many people at the dinner party whom Winslow had only met a few times or had never met before.

This quickly made him realize that this was not an ordinary party at all, and he was even more alert when helping Jinchen block the wine.

Of course, Winslow’s blocking of drinking did not mean helping to drink, but whenever someone wanted to toast Jinchen, if it was someone he was not familiar with, Winslow would get arrogant and threaten to not let Jinchen drink.

But she is not annoying at all, and what's more, her brother is happy to spoil her, so how could they not know that it is Jinchen's intention.

After three rounds of drinking, some people start talking without restraint after getting drunk.

Somehow the topic ended up coming to them.

"Boss is so good to his brother. If he finds a wife in the future, she will definitely be a model husband."

The person who was speaking was a young director, and there was a lot of flattery in his words. Jinchen smiled and casually changed the subject, not knowing what he was thinking of.

But in the eyes of those who were interested, it had another meaning. The young man next to the director looked at Jinchen shyly.

Jinchen didn't see it, but Winslow unconsciously restrained his expression, and in the next moment he obediently told Jinchen that he was tired and wanted to go back to rest.

The dinner party happened to be coming to an end, and it was almost time to disband after Jinchen spoke.

Winter nights are windy and cold, with temperatures approaching zero degrees.

Winslow was wearing Jinchen's windbreaker, with a towel covering half of his face. He stood at the door waiting for the person who was greeting him to finish speaking, but his fingertips hidden in his sleeves were exerting some force, and were turning bluish-white.

It was because the young man who approached Jinchen was the one who spoke to him. He was said to be the partner for the next quarter. He was the same age as Jinchen and happened to have similar interests.

The wind was whistling outside the door, and Winslow waited at a distance, his eyes reflecting his brother and the stranger standing side by side in the bright lights of the lobby.

I don’t know what they were talking about. Jinchen and the young man looked at Winslow at the same time, with different expressions.

Jinchen's face still showed tenderness towards Winslow, and he motioned for him to come over immediately.

What flashed across the young man's eyes was actually a subtle jealousy.

The corners of Winslow's lips curved up under his scarf; he had guessed it.

Another suitor rejected by his brother.

"elder brother."

Winslow took a few steps forward, his dark and clear pupils shone with a moist light, and the tip of his exposed nose was red.

"I'm so cold." He said this, sounding extremely aggrieved.

Jinchen hurriedly took Winslow's hand and it was a bit cold when they came out of the box.

"Okay, let's go home."

Afraid that the temperature difference would give the child a cold if he stood for too long, he no longer had the patience to talk about cooperation. He just casually declined a few words and left, hugging his glutinous rice dumpling.

In fact, after Jinchen inexplicably heard this confession, he already expected that the cooperation would not go on as planned.

Winslow turned around quietly and glanced at the young man. His eyes were a little cunning, smart and beautiful.

The young man suddenly realized something and sneered and spat, but Winslow pretended not to see anything.

Even if they found out, so what?