Sweet wife is hard to spoil: Husband, I want to return it

Chapter 564 Bloody Express 7
Wen Yitong stretched out his hand to help her up.

"Uncle, you really should treat Yitong better, he has a lot of dissatisfaction with you now."

Shen Ruohuan looked at the dark-faced Wen Zongqi with a smile.

"Sister, I'm talking for you, how can you turn your elbows out?"

Before Wen Zongqi could speak, Wen Yitong jumped up first.

"I'm helping you with welfare. Let your uncle treat you better in the future. Don't be so rude all the time."

"Sister, I thank you, really." Wen Yitong's face froze, "However, don't speak for me in the future, I'm panicked."

"Don't panic, sister covers you."

Shen Ruohuan patted his head, and the three of them talked and laughed and left the room.

After they left the room, a black figure suddenly jumped in from the window, slipped directly into the bathroom, and avoided the micro-monitoring without leaving any traces.

When they arrived at the restaurant downstairs, the food was already on the table, and they just had to sit down and start the meal.

However, Mr. Wen didn't issue an order, so they had to wait in the hall first.

The moment she appeared with her big belly, the bustling hall was unusually quiet as if the pause button had been pressed. Everyone's eyes were on her belly, with curiosity, worry, and everything else.

"Yitong, are you bothering your sister again?"

When everyone else was focusing on her stomach, Meng Shuya focused on Wen Yitong beside her.

"Mom, I really don't like to listen to you." Wen Yitong's face collapsed in an instant, "An outstanding, handsome, and sensible person like your son, except you will dislike him, basically anyone with a little appreciation ability will not Dislike, besides, my sister likes me very much, if you don't believe me, you can ask her!"

"Your face is so thick that no one can match it."

Meng Shuya nodded quite seriously, "As expected of the son who came out of my stomach."

"Mom, are you praising me and belittling yourself?"

Wen Yitong stretched out her hand and gave her a thumbs up, "As expected of my mother, such a fearless self-sacrifice is worthy of praise!"

"Smelly son, get over here!"

Meng Shuya smiled and waved at him.

"Mom, please pay attention to your image in public!"

Wen Yitong looked at his old mother's green eyes, touched her face subconsciously, dodged and hid behind Shen Ruohuan, and at the same time, whispered for him behind her: "Sister, my mother has been with you since After learning how to rub my face, don't you know that she is so mad that she can rub my face to the skin in a matter of minutes, and it's like my face is not a face?"

The sound was so loud that it happened to be heard by everyone in the hall.

Sensing the gazes of the crowd, Meng Shuya couldn't help showing embarrassment, and immediately wailed in the hall.

"Brat, you have such a thick skin, why don't you rub it for your mother?
I was pregnant in October and worked so hard to give birth to you, is it easy for me?
In order to give birth to you safely, I was stabbed in the stomach. Now that you have grown up, you are even reluctant to give me this little benefit. Tell me, what is the use of me raising your son? ? "

"Mom, you are a person of status and status anyway, can you pay attention to your image?"

Wen Yitong has always had little resistance to the wailing of the ****.

Obediently stood up from behind Shen Ruohuan.

All the way to Meng Shuya's side, her chubby little face was full of resentment.

"My dad and I are going to lose face by you. Look, the aunt and the third aunt are so dignified and virtuous. Only you are running up and down like a monkey every day!"

"Snapped!"

Meng Shuya waved her hand and slapped him on the buttocks.

After the filming, he pinched him suspiciously.

"Son, why do I feel like your butt is getting fat again?"

"mom!"

Wen Yitong clutched his buttocks and jumped up in an instant, blushing and glaring at his unreliable mother, "Can you touch a man's buttocks without moving? How many times have I told you that I just Selling your face but not your body, if you want to touch it, touch my dad's ass!"

"You crawled out of my stomach, how about touching your ass for me?"

Meng Shuya rolled her eyes at him rather indifferently.

But in his heart, he secretly rejoiced that her husband was not here, otherwise, his son and her would lose all face!
"Mom, you are also a high-ranking wife after all, can you pay attention to your image?"

"Haven't I paid enough attention to appearance?"

Meng Shuya pulled him into her arms, touched and pinched him, as if she was giving him a full-body examination.

"Son, sometimes this face is the least important thing. If you pay too much attention to it, you will be bound by it, and you will be very tired when you live."

"Aren't you tired like my uncle?"

"Uncle..."

Meng Shuya looked up at Wen Zongqi who was carefully serving Shen Ruohuan not far away, a look of complexity flashed in her eyes, she hesitated a little, "He is an exception."

"why?"

In Wen Yitong's heart, his uncle has always been the most chic person alive in the family.

"Son, sometimes what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true. You have to learn to experience and feel with your heart. Only then will you know why!"

Meng Shuya rubbed his face and talked to him in a low voice.

"It feels so good!"

"Mom, if you make me ugly, remember to pay me back!"

Wen Yitong's face was scorchingly painful from her rubbing, but he still stood obediently in front of her and let her make trouble.

"It's okay, your dad is rich, in case I rub your face ugly, let your dad take you to plastic surgery, change your face and continue rubbing for me!"

"Mom, in a few years, I will grow up, you can't rub me like this, otherwise I won't be able to find a wife!"

Meng Shuya's hand paused, "Son, can you not grow up, I don't want you to grow up!"

"Mom, you're really good!"

Wen Yitong really couldn't bear to see his mother's innocent face, so she couldn't help turning her head away silently.

"When a son grows up, he will belong to someone else."

Meng Shuya let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, Wen Yitong put his arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear: "Mom, are you in a bad mood?"

Meng Shuya's body froze suddenly.

There was a hint of complexity in the slightly drooping eyes, and she stretched out her hand to hold him in her arms.

"No, mom just misses you."

"Mom, you can tell me what's on your mind. I've grown up and can share it with you."

Wen Yitong nestled in her arms, and the mother and son talked in a very low voice, without being disturbed by the lively surroundings at all.

Not far away, Shen Ruohuan looked at them like this, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Yitong and his mother have such a good relationship!"

(End of this chapter)