Domineering president, forgive me

"Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will stand with you, so Xiangyang, you have to wait for me to go back and don't act alone."

Like suddenly remembering something, Xu Di asked, "Xiangyang, when did you make an appointment with Ellen?"

Xiangyang was stunned, and then said, "no, Ellens said. As long as I thought about it, I'll call him. He'll let someone pick me up. As for the rest, he didn't say anything, so he just hung up."

In fact, when making this call, Xiangyang had already thought of Countermeasures in his heart, but he didn't dare to let Xu Di know.

"Really? You didn't lie to me? " Xu Di maintained a skeptical attitude towards Xiang Yang's answer.

It's not that she doesn't believe what Xiangyang said, but Xu Di really knows Xiangyang too well, so she thinks Xiangyang's answer is wrong.

"No, what did I cheat you to do? Besides, didn't I promise you to go together when you came back?"

"Where are you going?"

Xiangyang was startled by the sudden sound behind him. When he looked back and saw Jiang Yuanzhou standing in the porch, he was relieved. However, he immediately became nervous again.

Qiang pulled out a smile, Xiangyang smiled and said to Xu Di in his mobile phone, "let's do it first. We'll decide when I find the right time."

With that, he immediately hung up the phone for fear that Jiang Yuanzhou might see something.

"What's the matter? Why are you so nervous? " As soon as Jiang Yuanzhou entered the door, he began to notice the unnatural tension on Xiang Yang. He just saw her on the phone, so he didn't say it.

Xiangyang smiled and said, "there's nothing to be nervous about. I've agreed to go out with Xu Di, but so many things have happened at home recently. How can I go out at this time?"

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't speak, but just stared at Xiangyang.

Xiangyang was seen to be empty in his heart, but he could only pretend that there was nothing on his face and said:

"What's the matter? Is there something dirty on my face? "

Jiang Yuanzhou shook his head. "No, I just think you're a little strange today."

After a pause, Jiang Yuanzhou added, "just now the children called me and said you accidentally cut your hand. Are you okay?"

Jiang Yuanzhou picked up Xiangyang's hand, looked at it and frowned, "Why are you so careless? I didn't tell you to let the nanny make breakfast."

Xiangyang took back his hand, smiled carelessly and said, "I want to do it myself. I like to cook for the children and watch them eat what I do. My heart feels full of happiness."

Xiangyang lowered his head slightly and dared not let Jiang Yuanzhou see her eyes. He was afraid that Jiang Yuanzhou would see through her at a glance. He was hiding something from him.

"Besides, when someone cooks, he won't hurt himself carelessly. Just let the knife scratch. It's just a small wound. It's not in the way. Don't listen to the children's nonsense. It's not so serious."

Jiang Yuanzhou pursed his lips, sat on the sofa with Xiangyang, and asked:

"What about the vase?"

Xiangyang raised his hand to cover his face and disguised himself to block Jiang Yuanzhou's sight.

"Why did the children tell you such a shameful thing? I accidentally bumped into it when I was cleaning."

Xiangyang took Jiang Yuanzhou's hand, shook his injured hand and explained, "it's all right. I accidentally touched the wound at that time. When I retracted my hand, my elbow accidentally knocked off the vase. It's really all right."

Jiang Yuanzhou said calmly, "Xiangyang, I told you that you are the wife I married and the young grandmother of the Jiang family. You don't have to care what your mother said, let alone do these things."

"But Yuanzhou, I like to cook. I like to cook for the children. I also like to do hygiene by myself. This will make me feel that I am not good for nothing and can't help you."

Xiang Yang lowered his head, twisted his fingers, choked and continued:

"I always think I can't do anything. I can't even take good care of my children. Although the steamed stuffed bun didn't say it, I know he still couldn't let go of it. He was just a child, but he left such a psychological shadow. As his mother, I couldn't help. "

"Yuanzhou, don't you think I'm good for nothing?"

Jiang Yuanzhou frowned slightly, reached out his hand and took Xiangyang into his arms. He whispered along her hair:

"No, I've never thought about it like this before, now or in the future, so Xiangyang, don't continue to think like this."

"You are my favorite Xiangyang. No matter what you will or won't be, you are my favorite Xiangyang."

Xiangyang pursed his lips, hugged Jiang Yuanzhou tightly and couldn't say a word.

The two brothers are upstairs. Although they can't hear what they said downstairs, they are still happy to see them hugging together.

Dousha directly ran down from upstairs and shouted, "I want to hug, Dad, Mommy, Dousha also want to hug."

Steamed stuffed bun wanted to hold the bean paste, but it was too slow to make it.

Hearing the cry of Dousha, Xiang Yang felt that he couldn't hang on his face. He dried his tears and drilled out of Jiang Yuanzhou's arms.

"It's you who let the children see such a picture."

Jiang Yuanzhou seems to be in a good mood today. When he heard the speech, he just smiled carelessly and said:

"What does that matter? Our husband and wife have a good relationship and a harmonious family. It is also an environment for children to grow up healthily."

After spending a while with the two brothers in the living room, Jiang Yuanzhou went back to the study room and was busy working. There were too many things happening recently. Some official affairs were too late to be handled in time, which was almost a loophole.

Seeing that Jiang Yuanzhou was so busy, Xiang Yang asked the two brothers to go back to their room to play. He was thinking about how to tell Jiang Yuanzhou that she was going to find Xiang Qing.

After sitting in the living room for a long time, Xiang Yang decided not to tell Jiang Yuanzhou about it. If Jiang Yuanzhou knew about it, he would certainly stop himself. If he couldn't go, he wouldn't say it. Maybe Xiang Qing would suffer.

"Mommy." Steamed stuffed bun's call again pulled back Xiangyang's thoughts gradually drifting away.

"Huh? What's the matter? "

"Dousha wants juice." After sipping his lips, the steamed stuffed bun said, "Mommy, are you hiding something from your father and don't want your father to know?"

Xiangyang was stunned, smiled and rubbed the steamed stuffed bun's hair and said, "there's nothing."

Pour the juice for steamed stuffed bun and bean paste, turn to the sun, and just notice that the quartz clock on the wall has turned to eight!