Domineering president, forgive me

Jiang Yuanzhou knew that Le Yu was threatening this time. It would certainly not be so simple.

I just didn't expect that he actually wanted to divorce himself and be with him, but I think she was reasonable, and didn't threaten him as the heir of the Luohe family, and didn't put him in a dilemma, but she was really sincere.

"If you want anything else, I will satisfy you as much as possible, and I will give baozi a complete home and make him feel strong fatherly love, but I can't marry you."

Jiang Yuanzhou's expression was very serious. He raised his eyes and looked at Le Yu without the slightest concession.

Le Yu smiled bitterly and looked disdainfully at the corners of her mouth. She didn't want to really want him to get married, but he also had his own cinnabar mole and white moonlight in his heart. Just now he wants to come, the man should be with Xiangyang, and the man in front of him should marry himself in order to give baozi a complete family.

"If you don't marry me, how can you give baozi a complete home, now..."

Yue Yu said and couldn't help taking a step forward to catch Jiang Yuanzhou.

Who knows at this time, Jiang Yuanzhou spread his hands and kept a distance from her intentionally or unintentionally: "my wife has only Xiangyang from beginning to end."

The resolute voice reached her ears, and Le Yu couldn't accept it. Yu Guang couldn't help looking at the divorce agreement written in black and white on the table, and the corners of his mouth began to stir up.

"Of course I want to give baozi a complete family, but I already have a family, and now the bean paste is also very dependent on me, so I don't want to cause any damage to him."

Jiang Yuanzhou slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The guilt flashed between his eyebrows. He remembered his lovely little face embracing himself and calling his father. He couldn't bear it.

"However, not everyone thinks so, and I don't think she will sign a divorce agreement with you if she really wants to form a family with you."

Le Yu's mouth was always smiling. When he looked at Jiang Yuanzhou, he took some sympathy.

"If I love someone, I really want to have him, not to mention that there are children between them. If this is the case, I can't ask for divorce in my life."

While talking, Le Yu put her hands around her chest, deliberately raised her eyes and looked at the divorce agreement on the table. Her fingers stretched out: "now she is determined to sign a divorce agreement with you. Don't you understand?"

Jiang Yuanzhou narrowed his dangerous black eyes and looked at the woman's eyes, which were full of danger.

"Even so, I am willing to spend the rest of my life to make up for her and let her know that it is the right decision to be with me."

Then he picked up the divorce agreement on the table, tore it up completely and threw it into the dustbin. Jiang Yuanzhou looked up at Le Yu, some of whom couldn't understand.

"Marriage without feelings will only bring misfortune to each other. I don't understand why you are so persistent."

Jiang Yuanzhou looked at the woman in front of him and wanted to see through the mystery in her face. Was there another purpose.

But the magnanimity on a woman's face aggravates the doubt in her heart. If he really wants to have a complete family, he can find someone he likes to marry. Why waste time on himself.

"Steamed stuffed bun is your child, and I will become your wife. My attitude is obvious. I also want a complete family, and there can only be three of us."

Yue Yu's voice increased by several decibels, and his face still had a faint smile: "I've finished talking. I hope you can think about it."

When he was talking, he sat with his hands around his chest. He looked like he would not stop until he saw the man bow his head.

Jiang Yuanzhou did not show weakness, his eyes fell in the trash can, and his look did not compromise.

At this time, Xiangyang's hands in the bedroom fell into the sheets. When he remembered that today, Le Yu walked into the study with Tang Dafang, he was angry.

"Is she the only one in the world who can cook? Show off everywhere. "

Xiangyang clenched his fist, hit the soft bed hard, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go downstairs.

She didn't know where she came from.

She just wants Yue Yu to see that cooking is such a simple thing that she can do as long as she studies.

Thinking about it, Xiangyang went downstairs and smiled when he saw the nanny at home.

"Aunt, why don't you teach me to cook soup now."

Xiangyang nervously rubbed the corners of his clothes. When he saw that the kitchen was subconsciously trying to avoid, but when he remembered that Leyu had mung bean soup, a virtuous and virtuous appearance, he was not angry.

How could the nanny who saw this scene not know that the current Xiangyang is blocked and wants to perform better than Le Yu in front of Jiang Yuanzhou.

The nanny originally liked Xiangyang and hated the people who later inserted into other people's families. Now she looked at Xiangyang and nodded happily.

"Of course, but a man wants to capture his stomach. He must study hard and make it for the young master in the future, so that he won't be seduced by other women."

Knowing that he had been read through, Xiang Yang gave a strange cold hum: "whoever wants to cook for him, I want to cook for my son."

Although she said so, she still smiled and pushed the nanny to the kitchen and learned every step skillfully.

"I have a cookbook for you to learn from. You are busy in the kitchen now. If you have anything to do, you can call me."

A simple demonstration of the nanny after frying a dish. When she heard the two children arguing in the living room, she ran over in a hurry.

Xiangyang wanted to call the nanny back, but now she has to be busy with other things. She couldn't help sighing, frowning and looking at everything in front of her.

It used to be that math was like astronomical numbers when I was at school. Now it seems that the recipe is the same.

"What is right amount? What is a number? Why don't the cooks write clearly. "

Angrily threw the recipe aside, Xiangyang rolled up his sleeve with a cold hum and looked down at the tableware.

"Don't think I will shrink back, I will conquer you with my strength."

Cooking, uh huh... As long as it's cooked.

Xiangyang felt a little uncomfortable, but now he had nothing to say. He carefully added seasoning to the pot step by step according to the steps on the menu.

In a few minutes, he lit a fire at Yangguan, contentedly picked up the blackened soup and put it on the plate.

"Is this edible?" When he said this sentence subconsciously, Xiang Yang took a spoon and wanted to have a drink. In the end, his face collapsed and he didn't have the courage to throw it aside.

I don't want to eat the soup made. Jiang Yuanzhou won't want to come. Moreover, there is a gap between the color and smell of Leyu.

Disgusted, he dumped everything in the trash can. Xiangyang's face was decadent and even desperate. But at this time, he saw that Dousha walked into the kitchen with his head stretched out.

"Mommy, why don't you take out the prepared food for Dad?"