Domineering president's special love

Shi Qinghuan pursed his mouth and nodded. Of course, this is also the wish in her heart. Even if she can't, just find the child.

"Well, thank you, aunt."

Chu Mo shriveled, "Mom, this is not a good word, not a coax."

"Huh?" Shi Qinghuan doesn't understand. What do you mean?

Chu Mo winked at his mother, "my mother is right."

"Really?" Shi Qinghuan blinked in surprise.

Shi Nanzhu understood his son's meaning and quickly agreed, "yes, I can't be wrong."

Shi Qinghuan naturally took it seriously.

"Well, aunt, please help me... I'll have several..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly stopped and asked my mother-in-law. It seems not very good.

"Bang."

Chu Mo was very happy and looked at the ceiling with his chin up.

"Qinghuan, if you are like this... I will be shy. If you want some, I will try my best. "

"Be quiet!"

Shi Nanzhu photographed his son, "you talk a lot."

Shi Qinghuan stopped asking, "aunt, I'll bring breakfast."

……

Today's restaurant is naturally very lively.

"Mom, mom!"

Like a small artillery battle, Chu Jingbo chattered behind Shi Qinghuan.

Chu Shixiong also went downstairs, which made his spirit much better.

"Jingbao, don't make trouble!"

"Mom, mom!"

If Jingbao listens, he is not Jingbao.

Shi Nanzhu couldn't help laughing and said, "Jingbao always follows his mother. Hasn't he been weaned yet? I'm hungry. "

Jingbao doesn't understand what this means. He hasn't had a mouthful of milk since he was a child.

"Mom! Jingbao is hungry! "

Shi Qinghuan blushed, "Okay, okay."

Jingbao sits next to Shi Qinghuan. She wishes she could get into her arms. Shi Qinghuan waits on her carefully.

Chu Mo glanced at his nephew. He was not jealous at all. Well, so, I must have a daughter in the future!

"Well..."

Shi Nanzhu tasted the millet porridge and frowned.

Shi Qinghuan was startled, "what's the matter? Aunt, is it not to your taste? "

"No."

Shi Nanzhu shook her head with a smile. "Is this really millet porridge?"

"Yes."

Shi Qinghuan nodded and looked at Chu Shixiong again. Because these two are drinking this on the table.

"Grandpa?"

Chu Shixiong smiled, "listen to your mother."

Shi Nanzhu smiled and asked.

"Yes, I smell it. How did you cook it? Millet porridge is often cooked at home, but they can't cook it. "

"Oh."

Shi Qinghuan explained, "I steamed the millet on the cage first, so it's very soft and waxy, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Shi Nanzhu and Chu Shixiong nodded together.

Shi Nanzhu was too satisfied. "You took so much trouble to cook a simple millet porridge."

"Don't bother."

Shi Qinghuan smiled, "but it's a little earlier."

Shi Nanzhu looked at his son, "you are blessed."

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and looked indifferent.

"I've already tasted it. It's not strange."

As soon as the line of sight turned, Jing Baozheng took chopsticks and sandwiched a shrimp dumpling. At that time, Qinghuan's mouth.

"Mom, eat."

"Ah --"

When Qinghuan stroked his sideburns, he bowed his head and opened his mouth.

Jingbao also picked up a paper towel and swabbed the corners of her mouth.

"Bang."

Chu Mo was not jealous at all.

"Oh, mom, don't pour me vinegar!"

Shi Nanzhu's hand paused, "son, this is either vinegar or ordinary sauce."

Chu Mo: "

Is it? Then why so sour!