Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 283 Jin Mingheng, I Love You (4)
Song Ningjiu got the consent to let Mrs. Zhang do other things, and started washing rice by herself.She can't do anything else, but she learned how to cook porridge from Yuan's mother, and she can still cook it well.

Mrs. Zhang cleaned up the living room and decided to bake some bread when she came back.What if Jin Mingheng wants to eat western food?Usually he is in a good mood and can accommodate anything.Now it's like this, I'm afraid it's not easy to serve.

After Song Ningjiu finished making the porridge, she saw that the bread in the bread machine was also ready. She cut a piece, dug a heart shape, put it in the oil, and beat the eggs in it. After a while, a heart-shaped egg matured.

He likes it to be medium-well done, the heart of the egg inside is stiff, but not too hard, when it comes out of the pan, two of them are ready in a blink of an eye, and there is a sound of footsteps in the stairwell.

I saw that Jin Mingheng had changed into the suit he was going out with, a pink striped shirt, white trousers, and casually threw the suit jacket that was originally held between his elbows on the sofa.Turning around and walking towards the restaurant, I saw Song Ningjiu standing there.

Her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and she was fiddled with seriously, with a smile on her lips.

laugh?
She is in a good mood, Jin Mingheng thought unhappily.

Song Ningjiu raised his eyes when he heard the footsteps, met his cold eyes unexpectedly, was shocked, immediately came back to his senses, and served him porridge.Then help him pull out the chair and say, "The meal will be ready soon."

That stood looking at him, with a rural green fringe on his body, looking like an obedient little daughter-in-law.

Jin Mingheng glanced at him, but sat down anyway.He pushed away the steaming bowl of porridge mercilessly, and shouted in a cold voice, "Sister-in-law Zhang, change me a glass of milk."

When Song Ningjiu saw his actions, disappointment flashed in his eyes.But he immediately went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the milk he drank, poured a glass, and put it in the microwave to heat up.

Mrs. Zhang put the sesame seed cakes, steamed buns and other staple foods from the store, plus pickles, on the table one by one, and specially placed Song Ningjiu's fried eggs in front of him.Said: "Jin Shao, use it slowly."

Jin Mingheng glanced at the egg that was fried to show off, heart-shaped?Mrs. Zhang naturally wouldn't be so creative. Looking up at Song Ningjiu who had her back to him, she knew it was her masterpiece again.

Insert a fork into the egg yolk, and some of the egg liquid inside has just solidified.It's half-ripe, so she can do so well when she puts her heart into it, with a slight mockery on her lips.Throwing down the fork, got up, and walked back to the living room.

Song Ningjiu's milk hadn't heated up yet, when he heard the sound of a fork falling on the table, turned his head, and saw Jin Mingheng picked up the coat he had thrown on the sofa, and was about to leave.

"Mingheng." She called out.

He had clearly heard it, but turned a deaf ear and left with steady steps.Glancing at the dining table in a blink of an eye, he was so busy that he didn't eat a single bite of what she made.Disappointment welled up in my heart, and I finally realized the sadness of being ruined.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her and sighed helplessly.

Jin Mingheng drove away, and she always flashed in front of her standing in the kitchen with a busy appearance wearing a crowd.Once, he also had such a dream, dreaming that after they got married, she would be like a competent little wife, occasionally cook and cook some meals for him.

But their wedding did not take place as scheduled, so what?The hand holding the steering wheel was clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hand were showing his current anger.

In the winter, I stretched out my hand and pressed the electric button, the roof of the sports car was slowly raised, and the cold wind whistled past my ears with the speed of the car, continuously pouring on my body, making my cheeks hurt.

His hair was blown a little messy, and the ends hit his face. The big sunglasses covered most of his face, and no one could see his eyes clearly, only his tightly pursed lips were visible.The car passed through the crowded streets that had just entered the rush hour in the morning, like a fish swimming, attracting the attention of many people.So even if he is just venting, in the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from playing cool.

Entering the parking lot downstairs of the company, with a handsome wag, the car suddenly stopped with a squeak.The body of the car is not bad at all in the white grid, and there is no half an inch out of the way. No matter it is the movement or technology, many employees who have just got off the car look sideways.

He got out of the car, slammed the door, and strode away.

After a long time, those staff members closed their mouths, raised their thumbs, and praised: "Cool!"

After Jin Mingheng left, Song Ningjiu reluctantly ate a little.Although I was aggrieved, I also comforted myself not to be discouraged.He was able to come back yesterday, and he was able to visit the bedroom. Whether it was to see her or the child, it was already very good. At least she still had hope.

After eating, I caught up on sleep, just to make myself look more energetic, and it was almost noon when I woke up again.Going downstairs, I accidentally heard voices coming from the living room.

"Ning Jiu woke up?" Aunt Zhang found her and immediately stood up.Then Song Ningjiu saw that the person sitting on the sofa also stood up, and it turned out to be Mama Yuan!

"Mother Yuan." She was a little surprised.

"Ningjiu." Mother Yuan replied.

"You guys chat for a while, I'll get you a cup of tea." Mrs. Zhang said, and left.

"Mother Yuan, why are you here?" Song Ningjiu asked. After asking, he suddenly remembered that last time Jin Mingheng said that they would pick up Mother Yuan when they got married, and his expression became very embarrassed.

Mama Yuan grabbed her hand and patted her, and said, "I've heard about you, it's okay, just pick another day." She comforted.

Song Ningjiu nodded, what else can he say at this time.

"Oh, I'm here to say goodbye. Jin Shao is busy, so I won't call him." Yuan's mother said again.

Song Ningjiu originally wanted to ask her to stay longer, only to realize that she had no position, not to mention that she and Jin Mingheng had such a quarrel, which was embarrassing.

"Mother Yuan understands you. But Jin Shao's temper will definitely be angry for a while, so you just hold him a little. I heard that I didn't eat breakfast, so I made soup on the stove. Could you please send it to him at noon?"

Song Ningjiu knew that Mother Yuan was looking for opportunities for her, so she nodded.

"If you have time, go back to the town and live longer. There are too many things in this city, and it's easy to be irritable." Mama Yuan said and got up.

Song Ningjiu looked at her background, and suddenly thought of a question, and asked, "Mother Yuan, why was Mingheng's mother buried in that ancient town?"

As far as she knows, although the Jin family is not very prosperous, it is a wealthy family that has been inherited for three generations in Xinfeng City. There is no such thing as a hometown at all, and the mother is also the daughter of a rich family. How could such an ancient town be chosen?
Looking at the situation when Jin Mingheng took her there for the first time, he knew it well, and many people in that town also knew him.Yuan's mother looked at her, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.He just said: "Jin Shao is also a poor child, you treat him well in the future."

Yuan's mother didn't say anything else, she just chatted with Song Ningjiu for a few words and left.Song Ningjiu called the driver at home and took her back to the ancient town in person.

(End of this chapter)