CEO's Sweet Confused Baby

"Am I glad you're here?"

Lin Mu took her to the living room. If she continued for a while, she would neglect Jiang Mujun.

Seeing his parents' attitude, Lin Peier shook his head in secret: I don't know what kind of overpowering drug Jiang Mujun gave his parents.

Jiang Mujun was in a good mood, and walked behind. He put his clothes on the armrest of the sofa.

Just took out a set of exquisite packing boxes, which Lin Peier did not know what it was.

But this package doesn't look cheap

Next time she must pay attention not to let him spend money recklessly. Jiang Mujun seems to receive her eyes in general.

Slowly close to her, said quickly in her ear: "can raise you, Mrs. Jiang."

Lin Peier choked with fear and coughed twice. Lin's mother gave her a puzzled look. She immediately restrained herself.

I heard Jiang Mujun holding something up to Lin's father and Lin's mother: "Mom and Dad, this is my and Peier's filial piety to you."

"I hope my parents don't dislike it."

He has a friendly smile and can't see the domineering power of the superior, but the momentum of the superior can still be felt by the people around him.

Lin Mu and Lin Fu still want to push back, so they are blocked by his words. They look at each other and can only accept it helplessly.

"You child Lin's mother laughed and scolded, so that the children spent money, there is no place to refuse.

In this way, everyone got along more harmoniously. At the beginning, Lin's father and his mother's inexplicable respect for Jiang Mujun also disappeared.

The second old man put the food back to the bedroom and asked them to watch TV and eat something.

Lin's mother went into the kitchen to make lunch, but his father came out with tea to see his two grandchildren.

Looking at her mother's busy figure, Lin Peier quickly winked at Jiang Mujun.

Jiang Mujun nodded and got up. His every move exuded his unique charm.

As he walked to the kitchen, he pulled up his shirt sleeves on both sides, revealing a small strong arm and copper skin.

"Mom, I'll cook."

With his long legs, Mike arrived in the kitchen a few steps away. He looked around. Some materials and tools had already decided the dishes in his mind.

But still asked the rest of the people, seriously said: "what you want to eat, you can tell me, today you have a good time."

The second chef was obviously surprised?

Seems pretty good?

They looked at each other, and the air calmed down for a moment. Lin Peier quickly said, "I want to eat sweet and sour steak!"

She saw the ribs just now. It was just under the two steps.

Lin's mother and father Lin also responded, and she was embarrassed to smile, "we can do it, as long as it's Jiang My son-in-law will do it! "

If you can't find a suitable address, you can use your identity instead.

- "good."

Jiang Mujun unexpectedly did not refute, Lin Peier quickly dragged him to the kitchen.

"My parents like light food, but they especially like sweet boiled white rice Do you know how to cook it? No, they like it! Oh. "

Lin Peier was so anxious that he talked to himself in the kitchen. After a long time, he found that Jiang Mujun didn't pay attention to himself.

He is so serious staring at her, that smile seems to be joking, the next second, long body and move, Jiang Mu Jun threw him a bag of green pepper.

"Take it and wash it. There are gloves there. Don't use your own hands!"

He can't put the tone of gimmick, but Lin Peier feels very warm. She smiles and walks to the vegetable washing pool with the lantern pepper in her arms.

The two soon separated their work and cooperated. To be exact, it was Lin Peier who helped Jiang Mujun.

In the kitchen for a while, there was an even and powerful sound of "doldoldole", and then "Cha!" The oil explodes when the vegetables come into contact with oil.

In the living room, the two elders were in a daze. Lin's father couldn't believe it. He whispered to Lin's mother in a low voice:

"it's not Peier who is in the palm!"

"That child's cooking is not so good?"

When Lin's mother heard his father's voice of extreme doubt, she shook his hand: "old man, can you say something good?"

"What's wrong with my daughter's craft?"

"OK, OK. I'll find out later." Lin's father can't defend his daughter with his mother's words.

In such an empty time, the two old people couldn't help thinking of the gift just sent by Jiang Mujun.

They slowly take out the gift box, the gift box is very big, one person two people also some comparison.

"My one is bigger than you ~" Lin Fu triumphantly lifted the big box about three meters long.

Lin's mother looked at the past with disdain. Her eyes were quick and her hands were quick. She shook her forehead. Then she laughed and said, "it's so light."

"Hey, you old ladyThe door bell rang suddenly after the two men had such a fight.

"Ah! "Coming, coming." Mrs. Lin said aloud.

Then he looked at each other with a smile and saw the word "childish" in their eyes, so they got up to open the door.

When Lin Peier heard the news, he wanted to open the door, but when he heard his mother's voice, he continued his work.

Whether Jiang Mujun is cooking or reading documents, Lin Peier is fascinated by his attentive manner.

She looked at it and forgot that she was still picking vegetables for soup, and then she threw the leaves to be fried into the garbage can.

What does Jiang Mujun eat? How can it look so good? Oh, actually, genes are very important. He looks like his mother.

When cooking, the sweat on her forehead is too sexy. How could she not notice it?

One leaf, two leaves, all were thrown into the garbage can. Jiang Mujun turned his head and suddenly scowled: "pei'er, what's the matter?"

Lin Peier, frightened, retreated violently and exclaimed in a startled voice: -- ah

Her weight is back, and she is about to fall down. It is not empty here. If she trips down, she will knock her head.

In a hurry, she could only send her hope to Jiang Mujun, and she roared in horror: "Jiang Mujun!"

Jiang Mujun caught the man with one hand, but because he still had a knife in his other hand, he had a lot of scruples.

But he managed to rescue Lin Peier, but Lin Peier seemed to hear a sound of "cluck".

After standing firm, she quickly grabbed Jiang Mujun's wrist to check.

While stroking and blowing, her worried eyes looked at the past: "how's the hand?"

Although Jiang Mujun is not a pianist and his hands don't need to be perfect, Lin Peier can't bear to be so beautiful that his hands are destroyed.

Jiang Mujun quietly pursed his mouth, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his eyes could see a thick smile and teasing.

His mouth slowly spit out a word: "pain..."

"What about that?" She stomped her feet in a hurry, her small face and facial features wrinkled together.