CEO's Sweet Confused Baby

The seaside resort is really different, lively and luxurious.

This is Lin Peier's second visit to the seaside hotel, but it is his first time to visit the seaside in the south.

The sun is still burning high in the sky, she looked at her two sons worried, her elbow touched Jiang Mujun.

"Well?"

"The umbrella has to be put on for my son. It's not good to get sunstroke."

"Oh."

He is also very hot. His daughter-in-law doesn't care at all.

"Take a tube of medicine before you get off the bus. No matter how busy you are, you can't ruin your health."

"We must obey the organization."

Hearing that his daughter-in-law cared about himself, Jiang Mujun was in a good mood.

When everyone was ready, they went to the hotel.

This time, the hotel is not a private booking, but a place where several big people together top down. The number of people is twice that of last time.

But Jiang Mujun always lives in the best place.

Pushing aside the presidential luxury suite, Lin Peier looks at the room that lasts for 30 months.

No, it should be called a house.

Big Ozawa can skateboard here!

And it contains everything. It's really like a house.

Lin Peier had time and was in the mood to visit, but Jiang Mujun immediately had a meeting.

He took off his coat and quickly took the sunstroke medicine. He kissed Lin Peier on the cheek and left the house in a hurry.

The vigorous and vigorous action once again shows how the president has done those heavy tasks for more than ten years.

Lin Peier wants to look up at the sky and laugh at her. She is so prescient that she carries mung beans in her bag.

Such hot weather is suitable for a bowl of thirst quenching and cool mung bean soup!

Recently, she decided that she could not be a rice worm who only knew how to eat.

She also wants to be a master chef like Jiang Mujun.

For nothing else, just for the sons to go out in the future, will say: I miss the taste of the food made by mommy.

At the thought of this sentence, she was all excited.

"Ze Ze Ze, don't let your brother run around. Mommy will make you mung bean soup."

"No, mummy."

"Good."

Lin Peier touched two small heads, and then, kissing them, went into the kitchen with more than a kilo of mung bean soup.

The presidential suite is different. Everything is complete.

She washed the mung bean and boiled it directly. Looking at the steps on her mobile phone, she added some things in it.

After an hour of cooking, she herself fell asleep in front of the stove and was awakened by the sound of her "cooking food".

Lin Peier was in a hurry to stop the eruption of the volcano.

……

Another half an hour later, after a meeting, he went straight to Jiang Mujun at home and couldn't find a figure for half a day.

Asked Lin Xiaoze who was watching TV that his daughter-in-law was cooking soup in the kitchen.

When he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked by the scene in front of him -

the green soup was splashed on the ground everywhere, and the mark that he had stepped on a few feet extended to the other end.

Anyway, there is no good place to enter the destination, even there is a smell of burnt paste and mung bean in the air.

Must say a form, that river Mu Jun thinks may be Caramel mung bean.

Although he didn't eat it.

Until he went in, he saw Peier hiding behind the cabinet in a corner. He didn't know what he was doing.

"Peier?"

Jiang Mujun made a voice and stretched out his hand to pat her.

But when Lin Peier heard the sound, he turned around and covered his face with his hands.

Only left a pair of big eyes gurgling outside, turning around the poor and lovely.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't wash it off!"

As soon as she heard her lover's voice of concern, Lin Peier felt aggrieved. She took down her white palm which covered her whole face.

It's dark everywhere. It looks like I've just come back from digging coal.

She just accidentally cooked the mung bean soup. She wanted to turn the tide back, but she rubbed her face.

She wanted to wipe the dust off, but there was a wipe on her hand, all over her face.

It can't be washed out with water.

Now Lin coal Peier, because of the black and gray on her face, her eyes are more and more black and white, and she is chuchuchuke.

From the above, Jiang Mujun's cold steel heart will melt.

"Dear, don't block it with your hands. You can wash it."

"Really?" Lin Peier looked at him with some uncertainty. He washed it himself for a long time, but it didn't work.

"Well."

"All right."

Lin Peier boldly let go of his hand and let it go. Anyway, he had already seen his ugly appearance."Come on, there is no soap here."

"Well? Soap? "

"Well."

He led his daughter-in-law to Jiang Mujun, who washed the bathroom. Then he opened the water tap and put soap on his hands.

"Close your eyes"

"well."

As soon as Lin Peier closed her eyes, she felt her face rubbed. Jiang Mujun's cold hand was on her face. It was cool in the summer.

When Jiang Mujun looked at the mark on it, he held the water, let her bury her head, and then cleaned it up.

In fact, it's hard to wash your face like this, but your daughter-in-law should be spoiled.

Jiang Mujun, don't start to avoid her nasal cavity carefully, then wash the foam a little.

He was a little tall. As soon as he lifted it, he pulled off the towel and covered Lin Peier's face.

To help her dry her face, Jiang Mujun looked at the two same dark claws.

"Pooh hoo," he laughed.

"You laugh at me?"

Before Lin Peier opened his eyes, he yelled out.

"No, it's your mistake. Poof..."

"I hear you."

As soon as Lin Peier opened his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, Jiang Mujun was distressed by his miserable appearance.

"Wash your hands. It's dirty."

"Wow, I forgot."

"You have to wash it off, or you'll rub it on your face later."

Jiang Mujun, who successfully changed the topic, grasped Lin Peier's hand.

When the tap was turned on, Jiang Mujun rubbed her hands as if he were washing his son's hands.

"Good, I'll make you a new bowl of mung bean soup."

Jiang Mujun took Lin Peier's towel to wipe his hands and went to the kitchen to save Lin Peier's mess.

After that, Lin Peier cleaned himself up and went to the hall to find his son. The older one was watching TV and the younger one was sleeping next to him.

Even when I fell asleep, I was still very restless. One foot was on the ground and the other was raised.

The posture of two hands encircling Lin Xiaoze's arm is not enough. He still eats one hand into his mouth and inhales in his sleep.

The picture of Pei Lin's growing up doesn't matter.