Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

He can explain it.

Chu Yumeng was very tired. "Isn't tomorrow my aunt's birthday? She said that the most wanted birthday gift is that I can call her mother, even if it's only a day or two, she will be satisfied. "

Today I went shopping with her to prepare for tomorrow's birthday party. Chu Yumeng was in a good mood and called.

Chu Huaijin takes a deep breath of smoke. Sheng xinruo can't give birth to her. Now she wants to brainwash Mengmeng and become her son?

Lifting the eyes, the cruel color slightly reduced, "she wants you to call, you call? She asked you to die. Would you go? "

"Of course not!" Chu Yumeng was decisive.

"Do you have any brains? Can mom call at will, eh? "

Chu Yumeng knew what was wrong. He didn't argue with him. He dropped his head and said nothing.

"Say, what's wrong!" Chu Huaijin is not going to let him go.

"We shouldn't be barking. Our mother has passed away."

"And what else?"

"Never again."

In front of Chu Huaijin, Chu Yumeng is a perfect standard model for primary school students to admit mistakes, which is suppressed to death.

Chu Huaijin nodded with satisfaction, and the haze on her face had gradually dissipated.

Seeing that he was not angry, Chu Yumeng returned to his normal state and asked with a smile, "brother, have you been busy with your work these years? I haven't called back. I want to find you. Dad says you are busy. Let me not disturb your work. "

Work?

Yan Yiren chuckled to himself. No wonder Chu Yumeng would call his mother. Maybe he doesn't know much about the truth, does he?

Chu Huaijin and Wei Wei have been in Chu garden for years, but he thought they were working outside?

"That's what they told you?" Chu Huaijin closed her eyes and looked a little tired.

Chu Yumeng nodded, "that's what Dad told me, isn't it Isn't it? "

He was not stupid. From Chu Huaijin's tone, he could hear something wrong.

"What do you think?"

"Brother, tell me what's going on." "Chu Yumeng frowned," I don't want to guess, and I can't guess. "

Knock knock knock knock.

Mo sang knocked on the door and interrupted the conversation. He stood by the door and smiled apologetically. "Excuse me, young master, young master."

Sorry, he went into the main topic, "the kitchen stewed the soup, the young master has been on fire recently, and my wife asked me to bring a bowl to the young master."

"Don't housekeeper." Chu Huaijin put the bottom of her eyes in her hands and pressed them out slowly in the ashtray.

He didn't stop until the last smoke went out.

Mo sang nodded, "young master, you say."

"You can do whatever she wants you to do. Have you forgotten the rules when I was away?" Deterrent words, from that handsome and noble face, send out bursts of oppression.

Mo sang then lowered his head, "I'm sorry, young master..."

"I'm not listening to your apologies. My study, without permission, no one can get close to it. Are you dementia or memory degeneration, eh? "

"It's my fault. Please punish me."

Chu Yumeng wanted to plead, but Chu Huaijin glanced at her and shut up.

"I'll take the punishment myself. Moreover, if the steward's job is not well done, he will abdicate and give way to the virtuous. "

Mo Sang's face is solemn, "yes!"

Before turning around, he raised his head again and asked, "young master, this soup..."

"Drink..."

"Get out!"

The former is Chu Yumeng, the latter is Chu Huaijin.

Chu Yumeng watched Mo sang leave with soup, jumped off the desk and poured a glass of water on the coffee table.