Jackson Wang Age 소설 & 이야기

I shrugged casually, downing the rest of my whiskey at a go. "So," She sat up, a warm, assuring smile descending on her face. "Tell me about yourself, Jaxon." She inquired softly, her eyes searching mine. Yeah, we are really doing this. "Jaxon Gray. Twenty-nine, soon to be thirty in a few months. I am…uh…a businessman…" My voice trailed off, intentionally leaving out the part where I was the biggest crime lord in the country.

Winter standing beside her. “Your son is really cute, Mrs. King,” he said. Sarang nodded and locked her phone, placing it face down on the desk. “How old is he?” he asked. “He is four years old,” she replied. He nodded and returned to his desk. Sarang watched him briefly, taking in his appearance. He looked to be in his early thirties, composed and authoritative. She knew nothing about him beyond his name... Nicholas Winter, CEO of Winter Company... but she quickly redirected her focus back to her work, reminding herself why she was there.

I looked over a boy who was quite my age but I was a bit older said. He didn’t look so big and huge like the rest. Ryu glared daggers at him making him to whimp. I smiled at him and said “what’s your name?” “Jackson your highness.” “Hmm…Tell me more about yourself Jackson?” “Uhmm…” he scratched the back of his hair, i guess he was a bit shy. “Nothing really much to know. I had lived with my widowed mum since the past ten years. My dad died while I was six, so I joined the kingdoms’ army to fend for myself and my mom.” He says.

But every night, Wang Dong would come to greet his father after dinner. "Dong'er, sit down." Mr. Wang did not open his eyes. He just waved his hand and motioned Wang Dong to sit down. Wang Dong nodded and sat aside obediently. "Min'er is already 20 years old this year, right?" Old Mr. Wang asked. Wang Dong nodded. "Twenty-one this year." Mr. Wang smiled and said, "In a flash, she's already at the age of marriage. It's good. Did you give her a match?"

But in fact, Yang Xiao was still a few years away from the third sprint! "Ha! Uncle, you're in your 30s, aren't you? Qianheng is only 18 years old!" Wang Xing said disdainfully. Seeing the arrogant Wang Xing, Su Qianheng said angrily, "Wang Xing, don't make fun of me. Brother Yang Xiao is only in his twenties this year!" "More than 20? Many uncles will lie. Don't believe it!" Wang Xing said earnestly.