9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

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(⊙_ This will change song Qingcheng's confusion.

The housekeeper was terrified to see it.

It's not like eating? This is obviously taking poison.

For the sake of safety, the housekeeper sacrificed himself and decided to taste each dish first to save the harm of the young master and the gentleman.

It's just

It's hard to say when the fourth time comes.

It's more than poison. It's highly toxic!

The taste of every dish is the same, but the key is, why is it so numb?

"All right, take them all down!" Ji Zhengting saw the housekeeper's miserable appearance and knew how unbearable the table was. A pretty face was as cool as ice.

"Mommy, I'm so hungry." The small steamed stuffed bun crumples the small belly of Gulu pitifully.

The chief executive lost face and went upstairs dejectedly.

Song Qingcheng gives xiaobaozi a look of reproach. Although it's not xiaobaozi's fault, dad has lost face. He's hungry. Of course, dad has lost face even more.

"Housekeeper, are there any other ingredients in the house?" Song Qingcheng asked the housekeeper.

"I have everything at home. Even if my husband insists on going out to buy it himself, we can't help it." The housekeeper came back.

"Where are the ingredients?" It's good to have food. I'm not hungry.

"In the kitchen fridge."

"All right. You don't have to watch here. Go and do your own work. "

"Good."

Song Qingcheng asked baozi to watch TV by herself. She went into the kitchen.

……

An hour later, song Qingcheng brought several dishes to the table.

"Trouble, you can go up and ask daddy to come down for dinner." Song Qingcheng talks to his son.

"Wow, it smells good." Xiaobaozi ran to the table and saw the chicken wings on the table. He stretched out his hand and drew back. I was hurt by that chicken wing just now. I have a shadow in my heart.

"This is processed by mommy. It tastes good." Song Qingcheng knew that her son was afraid.

Xiaobaozi hesitated and decided to take another chance. However, when she reached over, she heard Mommy say, "don't steal food. Go upstairs and call Daddy down first."

"Daddy has no face. He won't come down again." If it were him, he would not come down, and he would not go out for a few days.

I've been busy for several hours, and I've made a table that I can't eat. It's really not a shame. If there is one that can be eaten, it can also be said that the others are failures.

"Don't say that. Go up and shout." Song Qingcheng ordered.

Xiaobaozi's salivating eyes looked at the chicken wings on the table and slowly moved upstairs. Three steps and one turn.

"If Dad can't compete, don't come down either."

“……” Xiaobaozi has the heart to cry. Looking at the upstairs, gnash teeth, for his chicken wings, is bound to be Dad than to get down.

Song Qingcheng looks at the child like that and smiles at the back. She went back to the kitchen to cook a soup.

……

Xiaobaozi goes upstairs and finds song Dabi's bedroom. The door is closed. He holds the handle and twists it gently. He is glad that the door is locked.

Push the door open a seam, head squeeze in, looked in the room. no one?

"Come in!"

A cool voice, scared xiaobaozi shaking.

I didn't see anyone. Why did Daddy see himself?

Now that you have been caught, let's go in generously. Xiaobaozi came in. It turned out that Dabi was standing behind the mirror and was blocked.

"Daddy, are you taking a bath?" Xiaobaozi walks over and takes the initiative to talk to Dad. He also sniffed on his father's body, "well, it smells good."

The chief executive is in a bad mood now. He even ignores his son.

"Daddy, are you in a bad mood?" Little buns follow daddy.

Nonsense!

It's strange to be in a good mood after a busy night.

He sat down on the sofa. Xiaobaozi sat down next to him and continued: "actually, it doesn't matter. Dad made it for the first time. It's acceptable that it's not delicious. Dad doesn't have to be sad. Besides, mommy has made a delicious table and asked me to come up and ask daddy to eat. Mommy also said that if daddy doesn't have enough to eat, he doesn't have the strength to put a little sister into mommy's stomach. "

Ji Zhengting glanced at the serious son, and could not laugh or cry.

He absolutely didn't believe that the little woman told him to say the last sentence. Therefore, the ability of small steamed stuffed bun to lie is not blinking.

"Daddy, you say a word ~" small steamed stuffed bun said for a long time did not wait for daddy to say a word, holding daddy's arm, open coquetry mode."No!"

The chief executive is depressed. He has no appetite.

Xiaobaozi has a bulging face, and his face is full of unhappiness. He grunted, holding his arms, pretending to be angry and need to be coaxed.

As a result

I didn't wait for a long time to be coaxed. Xiaobaozi was crying in his heart.

"Daddy, Mommy said, if daddy can't go down, I don't have to go down." Baozi began to install the poor mode.

But it's true.

Ji Zhengting glanced at the bun. To tell you the truth, some snacks are soft.

After all, xiaobaozi has been yelling and hungry for a long time. Before he can eat, he still has to take the heavy responsibility to invite him. It's really hard for his xiaobaozi.

"Do you really want dad to go down?" Ji Zhengting asked his son.

The head of steamed stuffed bun is the same as garlic.

"On a condition."

“……” What else do you have with you?

"Your mother said to sleep with you tonight."

“……” Xiaobaozi blinked, "so?"

"You're almost a three-year-old man. You need mommy to accompany you when you sleep. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

“…… So, should I give mommy to daddy? "

"Smart!" He deserves to be Ji Zhengting's son.

“…… It's a deal Small steamed stuffed bun considers again and again, still nodded to agree. He sold mommy for his chicken wings.

Whimpering ~ ~

Song Qingcheng brought a bowl of tomato and egg soup to the table. He had a look at the time. It was already more than ten o'clock. I was really hit by her crow's mouth. I ate dinner together.

She took off her apron and heard someone coming downstairs.

Small steamed stuffed bun won't really invite the big president down?

So easy?

When she was thinking about it, the father and the son were hand in hand.

It seems that the son's face is bigger.

However, she did not know that xiaobaozi had betrayed her.

Cry blind!

Song Qingcheng looks at the chief executive. He is still cold and looks like she is the one who did something wrong.

It's obvious that I've ruined my meal. Fortunately, I have a bad face.