"Meng Zhiyuan... mmph... enough!"
Jiang Ze sat in the man's lap, furiously wanting to bite off the finger causing trouble in his mouth.
"Baby, that wasn't what you were calling me just now..."
Meng Zhiyuan leaned lazily against the headboard and wickedly pressed the corner of the boy's mouth, earning a glare from the person in his arms.
"Mm... weren't you being so eager just now..."
Jiang Ze turned his head, refusing to look at the man's vile expression.
That was only because you went too far! We're still in the office!
While the two were sharing their intimate moment, a muffled voice called from outside the adjoining room.
"Mr. Meng, are you there?"
Jiang Ze narrowed his eyes. Oh, it was that so-called personal secretary again.
He shot the man before him a fierce glare and slapped his troublesome hand.
"Isn't that your personal secretary? He's looking for you!"
Jiang Ze turned his head away in a sulk, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Meng Zhiyuan kissed the still-reddened corner of the boy's eye and raised an eyebrow.
"What personal secretary? I don't even know his name."
Jiang Ze had expected that answer. He hadn't found anyone like this in the original plot either. Either the man was insignificant, or he was a butterfly effect caused by Jiang Ze changing the plot.
Suddenly struck by an idea, Jiang Ze softened his voice.
"Uncle Zhiyuan..."
Meng Zhiyuan's throat bobbed as he recalled the boy's sweet, pliant cries earlier.
"Want more?"
Jiang Ze was speechless. Did he have nothing else on his mind?
"I mean, since you don't have a personal secretary, how about I become yours, Uncle Zhiyuan?"
He blinked his large eyes innocently, his cheeks faintly flushed, and deliberately emphasized one point.
"A really personal one~"
Meng Zhiyuan pinched his