It's easy to kill you

"Hello, Mr. Hamlet!"

"Good evening, Mr. Hamlet——"

Several female employees passing by the lobby saw this handsome and mature man, although they knew his sexual orientation, they still blushed and said hello.

Lionel responded simply and took the elevator upstairs.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the assistant who had been waiting came up: "Mr. Hamlet, you are here."

"Well," Lionel handed him the things. "Are all the people here for the meeting?"

"They are all here," the assistant nodded, and handed over an information sheet. "These are some project information that will be discussed later. Please go through it first."

Lionel took the information and glanced at it.

When he saw a certain name, his brows suddenly frowned.

When the assistant saw his solemn expression, his heart thumped: "Mr. Hamlet, is there a problem?"

"Pen."

Lionel said coldly.

The assistant hurriedly handed him a signature pen.

Lionel took the pen, quickly circled the same name in several projects.

It's the name of that rookie star.

"Kick this person out of all my investment projects," Lionel stuffed the information back into the assistant's hands. "Whether he is the protagonist or the supporting role, he will be kicked out for me."

The assistant was surprised: "You are..."

"Owen loves to support him, so he will spend his own money. This rookie star still thinks of using my resources to benefit him. Dream it." Lionel sneered.

The assistant swallowed saliva and agreed.

This rookie star has been specially taken care of by Mr. Well, who needs more resources to support him. Now Mr. Well and Mr. Hamlet are in trouble. His assistant is caught in the middle, just like the famous one in mathematics..., Difficult to do.

Lionel looked at the assistant's embarrassed expression, and chuckled lightly: "Do you think it's irrational for me to mix official and private affairs in this way?"

The little assistant was taken aback, and shook his head like a rattle.

Lionel patted him on the shoulder, and his voice was low and magnetic: “Don’t lie, because I know what I’m doing. I act steadily and distinguish between public and private. But for these people, I want to be mean and selfish. I didn’t find someone to refrigerate him. Are all the good luck that this rookie star begged in front of Buddha and has been seeking for thousands of years."

The assistant blinked: "Mr. Hamlet, I understand what you mean."

"If you understand, do it," Lionel turned around, "I'll wait for your report."

After that, he straightened the sleeves of his shirt, straightened his back and walked towards the conference room.

The meeting lasted for about an hour, and by the end of the meeting, it was already early nine o'clock.

Lionel looked at the expensive watch on his wrist, and handed the documents in his hand to the assistant: "You can take care of the remaining work. I have something to do. Let's go."

He hurried downstairs, found his car, got in, and drove out of the company quickly.

He drove to a children's dance hall.

There was still soft music in the dance hall, and Lionel stood at the door and smoked a cigarette quietly.

Don't know how long it took, there was a commotion at the door, class was over.

Lionel quickly raised his head, his eyes kept searching for a certain figure.

"Big Daddy—"

A little girl wearing a children's dance costume with watery eyes, saw Lionel, and rushed over with a smile on her face.

Lionel looked at the little girl, and his heart instantly calmed down.

He picked up his daughter and scratched her nose: "Is Louise obedient today?"

"Very obedient," Louise Well smiled and narrowed her eyes. "The dance teacher praised me for making great progress!"

Lionel smiled very softly when he saw his daughter.

Louise is his daughter.

She is his... unrelated daughter.

When he and Owen were together for the second year, Owen's brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident, and their daughter Louise, who was just born not long ago, passed through to Owen's hands.

Owen is a rough mind, and has no ability and patience to raise children at all. It can be said that Louise was brought up by Lionel.

It is not too much to say that they are fathers and daughters aside from their blood ties.

Lionel got into the car with Louise in his arms, Louise twisted her body, put the pink schoolbag in front of her, and blinked her big bright eyes: "Big daddy, where's the small daddy?"

Out of discrimination, Louise is generally called Lionel big daddy and called Owen small daddy.

When Lionel heard Louise asking about Owen, hesitation flashed across his face.

Afterwards, he put away his expression and rubbed Louise's little head with a smile: "Small Daddy has a job today and has to work overtime. I'm afraid Louise won't see him tonight."

Louise pursed her little mouth: "Small Daddy is always so busy..."

Lionel looked at Louise's grievances look, felt sad in his heart.

Louise, your Small Daddy is more than busy.

Your Small Daddy is busy with work, but also busy spoiling people outside and getting ambiguous with them, how can he not be busy?

But it doesn't matter.

Lionel's Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, and doing his best, smiled gently at his daughter: "Louise, don't worry, big dad will always be with you, eh?"

Louise just laughed.

Afterwards, the little girl rummaged in her schoolbag for a while, found a painting, and handed it to Lionel: "Look, big daddy!"

"What is this?" Lionel took it suspiciously.

"This is my art homework today. I am the number one. The art teacher praised me for painting well and gave me ninety-nine points!"

Lionel looked down and saw that this was a painting painted with crayons.

The blue crayon paints the color of the sky, and houses, big trees, and flowers are painted in the background.

A girl with a ponytail stood in the middle, two tall men holding her hands, standing on both sides, they looked like a family.

Very warm painting.

"For big daddy," Louise's eyes seemed to have stars, "the Big Daddy and the Small Daddy will always be with Louise forever."

Lionel stared at this painting for a long, long time.

Afterwards, he put away the painting, folded it solemnly, put it in his briefcase, lowered his head and kissed Louise's head: "Yeah."

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