Domineering president, forgive me

Xiangyang looked at Dousha's grievance and tears, but he couldn't break free from Jiang Yuanzhou's arms. He had to beat his chest with a small fist and said anxiously, "Jiang Yuanzhou, please put me down. Don't you see that my son is about to cry?"

Jiang Yuanzhou gave Dousha a cold look, then turned around and ignored him. Only one sentence that seems very heartless to Xiangyang is left.

"As my son, he is not qualified to be capricious."

Looking at Jiang Yuanzhou who disappeared at the corner of the second floor, Dousha finally couldn't help standing in place and crying. " Sobbing... Ah, ah, Mommy, I want mommy, I don't want a bad father. "

Jiang Yuanzhou, who had just returned to his room with Xiangyang in his arms, listened to the earth shaking cry and frowned. " Is this the good son you taught? "

Xiangyang was already unhappy. As soon as Jiang Yuanzhou said this, his temper came up. " What do you mean? If you are not satisfied with your son, you can ask others to give you one. I don't want anything else after divorce. Just bean paste. "

Xiangyang's angry words seemed to Jiang Yuanzhou to be out of tune. He threw her on the bed and pressed her up. Then she whispered in her ear, "Xiangyang, do you think you've lost your temper in the past few years? And... "

"I," said Jiang Yuanzhou, whose ears were itched by the heat he breathed, wanted to push him away, but the difference in strength was too great, and Jiang Yuanzhou still didn't move. So he shouted angrily at him, "Jiang Yuanzhou, I'm serious!"

Jiang Yuanzhou frowned and pinched her jaw in some displeasure. "I'm serious too, so let's have another baby," he said word by word

"Ha?" Xiangyang blinked and looked at Jiang Yuanzhou's handsome face closer and closer, so close that she could see the small fluff on his face. This guy, why does the topic change so fast? She's still talking to him about divorce, okay?

"Don't," said Xiang Yang, trembling slightly, holding down Jiang Yuanzhou's big hand, which had been flirting in his clothes. " I want to see bean paste. He's still crying. "

Jiang Yuanzhou clenched his teeth and endured his desire from Xiangyang. He doesn't want Xiangyang to feel that he really doesn't care about Dousha, so no matter how much he wants her, he can only endure it at the moment.

Xiangyang turned over and sat up. Jiang Yuanzhou smiled ill intentioned.

She had never thought that Jiang Yuanzhou would have today. In the past, she was always led by his nose. Now she can finally get revenge.

How did she know that Jiang Yuanzhou let her so much because she watched her in a car accident last time, but there was nothing she could do. She was afraid that she would be hurt again?

"Alas," Jiang Yuanzhou sighed. Then he got up lazily from the bed and put a nightgown on his body. He had a hunch that if he didn't go over and have a look, it was estimated that Xiangyang would stay at Dousha. He would be miserable tonight.

Xiangyang found the bean paste at the housekeeper. At the moment, the bean paste is eating the egg noodles in the bowl with satisfaction. " Grandpa housekeeper, this noodles is really delicious. It's better than Mommy's. "

The housekeeper looked at Dousha kindly, smiled, then touched his short hair and said, "the young master is laughing. How can my noodles be comparable to that made by my little grandmother?"

Dousha tooted his mouth and looked unhappy. "Grandpa housekeeper, can I not have my father now?"

There was a flash of amazement in the old housekeeper's eyes, but it was soon covered up. Looking at Dousha's disdain, he couldn't help saying good things for Jiang Yuanzhou, "young master, young master, he's very good. He's handsome, serious and talented, but many people outside want to squeeze into Jiang's house and want to have something with him."

"Really?" Dousha tilted his head and looked at the smiling housekeeper Grandpa. He didn't know what he could do with his talent and gold.

Xiangyang listened to the old housekeeper behind the wall not far away. She didn't seem to be praising Jiang Yuanzhou, because her trust in Jiang Yuanzhou was so lost in her heart.

Xiangyang turned around and prepared to go back to his room, but his eyes hit into a pair of deep eyes like obsidian. " Don't comfort the bean paste? "

Jiang Yuanzhou just arrived, so he didn't hear what the old housekeeper said. He looked at Xiangyang's embarrassed expression and was a little puzzled. " What's the matter with you? "

"No, nothing." Xiangyang turned his face aside and dared not look directly into his eyes. She was afraid that she would tell the truth under the pressure of his eyes, and he would be angry.

Jiang Yuanzhou said "Oh" lightly. Although he knew what Xiang Yang was hiding, he didn't want to force her to say it. If she really wanted him to know, she would tell him. " Go to bed. "

Jiang Yuanzhou then turned and left. Xiangyang looked at the figure he left. Somehow, he felt a little lonely and bleak.

How is that possible? Xiangyang shook his head, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. As the housekeeper just said, he Jiang Yuanzhou had many women lined up to be with him except her.

It was strange that Xiangyang, Jiang Yuanzhou and Dousha slept separately, but Dousha and Jiang Yuanzhou didn't know that Xiangyang slept alone.

The next morning, as soon as Xiangyang opened his eyes, he saw his son's faint eyes looking at himself. " Bean paste will scare people to death. "

Xiangyang patted her chest. She was really scared just now.

"Mommy." Bean paste has a flat mouth. You can see that you are in a bad mood. " Mommy, I want noodles. "

Come on, who provoked her young master this early morning? Xiangyang stretched out and stood up from the bed, looked down at Dousha and said, "Whoever annoys you, you can't end everything with revenge on mommy, you know?"

"But," Dousha looked at Xiangyang with a sad face. It was because of mommy that he was unhappy, and he didn't want to revenge Mommy. He just wanted to eat mommy's noodles. What's wrong with this? " Mommy, don't you love bean paste? "

Xiangyang looked at the unpredictable little face of bean paste in amazement. There were all kinds of expressions on the little face, sometimes bitterness, sometimes grievance, sometimes like losing the starry night sky, without the original dazzling breath.

"Dousha, did you take the wrong medicine today?" Xiang Yang squatted down and touched the forehead of Dousha, frowned and looked at it carefully. " It doesn't seem hot either. Tell me, who's bothering you? "

Dousha rolled his eyes at Xiangyang wrongly. His mommy is really slow enough. " Mommy, I don't care. Didn't dad let you learn to cook yesterday? You go to school now. I want noodles. "

Xiangyang also had no way to take his son, so he followed him to the kitchen. After such a humiliating event last night, Xiang Yang seriously stood by the pot waiting for the water to boil, and then directly threw the noodles down.

As a result, Dousha looked at a bowl of clear soup noodles on the table in front of him and suddenly had no appetite. " Mommy, where are the eggs? Did you put salt? What about soy sauce? Where are the scallions? "