Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!
Chapter 165: What is a Fan Tuan

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: What is a Fan Tuan

Early the next morning, Beichen Rui opened his eyes and saw a large dog’s face right in front of him.

He jumped in fright, sitting up on the bed, staring at Fan Tuan standing by his bed.

A surge of anger rose within him.

Who let it in?

He is a neat freak, and even though it’s his own dog, he never allowed it in the room.

Fan Tuan was startled by his gaze, drooped its head, stepped back two steps, and wandered around the room.

Watching its paws step all over the floor, Beichen Rui’s anger burned even more fiercely. He got out of bed, grabbed the leash around Fan Tuan’s neck, dragged it to the room’s door, and slammed the door shut.

Returning to the room, he took several deep breaths, then went into the bathroom to wash up.

He changed into his home clothes, then opened the door. And immediately saw Fan Tuan lying at the threshold.

Ignoring it, he walked straight down the stairs.

Seeing him leave, Fan Tuan also got up and followed him downstairs.

Upon entering the dining room, Jingxi was sitting there having breakfast. Seeing Beichen Rui, he put down what he was holding, smiled, and said, "Uncle, come have breakfast."

Beichen Rui ignored him and instead glanced at the servants in the room, asking, "Who let it into my room?"

The servants stopped their work and turned to look in his direction.

Fan Tuan lay at Beichen Rui’s feet, head drooped down.

For a while, no one responded to him. Just as Beichen Rui was running out of patience, Jingxi, sitting in his seat, spoke, "I did."

"You?" Beichen Rui raised an eyebrow, "I thought you didn’t like it?"

Jingxi glanced at Fan Tuan, smiled, and said, "That was before; now I think it’s okay."

"Don’t let it into the bedroom anymore, got it." Beichen Rui walked to the dining table and sat down. He picked up a glass of milk and took a sip.

"Who prepared the milk?"

He usually drinks coffee in the morning, and the last thing he likes is milk.

"I asked the auntie to prepare it. Mommy says drinking milk helps you grow taller."

Beichen Rui furrowed his brow, set the milk aside, and reached for a piece of bread.

"Uncle, you’re so lazy. It’s already late morning, and you’re still not up. I let Fan Tuan wake you up."

Beichen Rui’s eating paused, and he almost choked.

When did he fall to the point of needing a dog to wake him up? His biological clock is usually very accurate. It was because he was reviewing files until 3 AM last night that he slept a little longer.

But it was only 8:30, and to the little guy, it was already late morning, and what’s this "Fan Tuan" thing anyway?

Thinking this, he asked, "What’s a Fan Tuan?"

Jingxi smiled and said, "Fan Tuan is it; it is Fan Tuan!"

Beichen Rui: "..."

How did this little kid come up with such a cute name? Looking at the dog lying on the side, it didn’t look cute at all. They didn’t match at all, okay.

Kids are just kids.

"Uncle, what do you think of the name I gave it?" Jingxi asked excitedly.

"Not much." Beichen Rui said flatly.

If people knew that his dog was called Fan Tuan, they’d probably laugh their heads off.

Jingxi pouted and unhappily said, "Then what name should it have, Meatball? Grain? Salad? Or Little Cutie?"

Seeing him get more and more outrageous, Beichen Rui cleared his throat and said, "Let’s stick with Fan Tuan."

Comparatively, Fan Tuan is still a relatively nice name.