Domineering president, forgive me

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't say any more. After hanging up the phone, he returned to his room, held the sleeping Xiangyang in his arms and slept deeply!

Who knows when he woke up the next morning, Jiang Yuanzhou looked at the sunken marks beside him. His face turned black and looked around in panic. There was no trace of the sun.

He quickly put on his bathrobe and ran downstairs. He saw Dousha sitting on the sofa playing with car toys. He was relieved and his shoulders fell down.

"Where's mom?"

While talking, he wrapped the bean paste in his arms and gave him a good morning kiss.

At this time, the bean paste slowly shook its head, looked desperate and pointed to the kitchen.

"I don't know why my mother must challenge to cook a meal by herself. I think it's a terrible disaster."

At the thought of the dark food that mommy once cooked, Dousha refused!

After listening to these words, Jiang Yuanzhou turned his mouth, and a trace of smile was aroused on his soft face.

"If mom is willing to try, we should respect her, but we must make her pay attention to safety."

While talking, Jiang Yuanzhou went directly to the kitchen. At this time, Xiangyang came out with millet porridge, leaving a messy kitchen. The nanny went in and cleaned up.

Jiang Yuanzhou was warm. He took the millet porridge in her hand and put it on the table. He held her in his arms and kissed her trembling lips.

Xiangyang closed his eyes, his face became softer and softer, and gently tapped his chest: "well, go and taste the millet porridge I cooked."

Xiangyang's face became more relaxed. At this time, Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes fell on the delicious millet porridge, and he was a little relieved.

"I just tasted it with great determination in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, I found it really delicious." Xiangyang waved her hands and looked happy. This was her first successful cooking. I think she will not be worse than Le Yu.

After seeing this scene, the bean paste also came together curiously. The spoon gently stirred in the millet porridge for a few times. It smelled tentatively. There was no strange taste before it was put into the mouth.

After drinking a mouthful, Dousha slightly closed his eyes and shook his head: "Mom, the porridge is really delicious this time. I think I can drink two bowls."

Jiang Yuanzhou took a quick drink and tasted it carefully. Although it was just a simple millet porridge, it had a different taste.

"This is really the best millet porridge I've ever had." Jiang Yuanzhou praised his strength, shook his head, tasted the strong fragrance, quickly put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

At this time, Xiangyang was full of joy. She quickly sat on her seat and drank her own night. It really tasted good, which made her more and more happy.

"You see, in fact, I can cook. Next time if you want to eat anything else, be sure to tell me. I'll cook it for you myself."

The smile on Xiangyang's face is getting stronger and stronger. He has a thousand turns in his heart. At least now he feels that he has not lost in cooking compared with Le Yu.

"Isn't it? Mother's cooking is very delicious. It's no worse than others."

"I said my wife has a talent for cooking. I didn't expect her talent to be so high."

While talking, she smiled with joy. As long as she worked hard, she could do nothing.

"Just be careful when cooking. Those things are too dangerous. They may explode sometime, so stay away from the kitchen as far as possible."

Jiang Yuanzhou said these words solemnly and didn't mean to laugh at Xiangyang. After all, the millet porridge made one morning was really delicious, but he didn't want Xiangyang to indulge in cooking every day.

"If you really want to learn cooking, I can ask a cook to teach you, but be careful."

Jiang Yuanzhou was worried when he remembered the abandoned kitchen at home.

"Well, I know. At least I didn't break anything today. It's also an improvement for me."

Xiangyang's face turned red and said these words, dizzy and sweet in his heart. Of course, she knew that Jiang Yuanzhou would escort him all the time. Even challenging his poor cooking was always encouraged by him.

"That's good. Mom's cooking is delicious? I think if you really study, you must be as skilled as an international chef. "

Dousha was cheering on the other side. Almost all the millet porridge in the bowl in front of him was about to be drunk. He jumped and filled another bowl, rubbed his swollen belly and hiccupped contentedly.

Xiangyang was embarrassed by the repeated praise of several people. He waved his hand with a blushing face. He was more and more satisfied. After all, how could he be dissatisfied with several people who love him so much.

On the other hand, Le Yu has moved to the hotel with steamed stuffed buns, but the steamed stuffed buns retreated in disgust in the face of the food sent by the waiter.

"Mom, I don't want to live here. I want to go back to our house."

After listening to these words, Le Yu was cold. The smile on her face became more and more elegant and slowly relieved. Of course, he knew that Jiang Yuanzhou was in his home in baozi's mouth, but she came to Baozi and rubbed her little head.

"Mom knows your mind, but we can't live with dad now. It will make dad embarrassed."

Steamed stuffed bun bit his teeth and lowered his head. He didn't know how to refute. He didn't want to embarrass his father.

After pacifying the steamed stuffed bun, Le Yujing got up and went into the bathroom. His face was cold and disdainful.

Of course, she moved to the hotel not because of Jiang Yuanzhou's embarrassment, but because of the conversation that day.

The memory tore. She still remembered that day in her study, when she kindly brought in a bowl of soup and sent it to Jiang Yuanzhou, she found that his face was stiff.

"Drink a little more soup and don't stay up late."

Her voice is very gentle. Of course, she wants steamed stuffed buns. She has always lived in Jiang's house, and her psychology is more and more tolerant.

Who knows, Jiang Yuanzhou lifted his eyelids, didn't look at him at all, and pushed the soup in front of him aside.

"No, I'm full when I eat in the evening. Now please go out. I'm working."

The refusal really made Yue Yu a little strange. She turned around with a click in her heart. Before she went out of her study, she was called back by Jiang Yuanzhou again.

"Actually, I have something I want to talk to you about today. Do you have time?"

As soon as his eyes lifted, he was facing his deep eyes. Yue Yu nodded slowly.

"In fact, it's very simple. Today you came to the study, so I want to tell you about the situation these days. Since you lived in Jiang's house, you have also found that my feelings for you are only polite, and my feelings for steamed stuffed buns have not changed at all. Even if you have lived here, you can't cause any loss to the feelings between me and Xiangyang. "