Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Fu Sicheng snorted softly. From his eyes to his face, he was so disgusted that he could no longer say, "don't insult my son."

"My son is smart, healthy and kind-hearted. He just talks less and is normal. Don't compare my son with that fool."

Fu Chengcheng reached out and touched the little guy in Song Rao's arms.

"How can you say that about your brother?" Song Rao cried and laughed, "but you are really different from your brother."

"If I were like him, the Fu family would be over."

Just then, the fool came and carried a paper bag.

"Brother, little sister-in-law, big nephew." he began to shout at the gate: "they are all there."

As soon as he heard the goods speak, Fu Sicheng's feet had his own impulse to kick him. What is it?

Song Rao: "why don't you come early? We've finished our dinner. Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll take it myself." Fu chuchen carried the paper bag.

Song Rao: "what are you talking about?"

Fu chuchen: "tomatoes."

Fu Sicheng looked at him with corpse like eyes and stabbed him fiercely: "what are you going to do? Who do you want to kill?"

"I just want to eat tomato spaghetti. The chef at home is not as good as your chef here." Fu chuchen quickly explained: "when I run out of the kitchen in a moment, I will ensure that it is cleaned up."

"Today's Chinese food, the western chef is not in, let me cook you a tomato noodles?" Song Rao said.

"It's very kind of you, little sister-in-law. I've always wanted to eat the noodles you cooked." Fu chuchen happily gave the tomatoes to song Rao. On the way, he listened to Fu Sicheng's death threat: "let your sister-in-law cook noodles for you. Are your teeth right?"

His hands were frozen in the air.

"It's just a bowl of noodles. Look what you said." Song Rao took the tomatoes and glanced at Fu Sicheng with a smile.

The man came to her ear: "I just got up and had the energy to cook noodles for people. It seems that I spoiled you too much last night."

Song Rao trembled at the tip of her heart, hurriedly looked at Fu chuchen and the child in her arms, and said to him, "what are you talking about?"

Fu Sicheng: "I want to eat."

Song Rao blushed to her neck in an instant. Looking at the shouting Fu Sicheng, she became angry: "Fu Sicheng!"

Fu chuchen: "brother, you're not alive? No, you're so jealous of your life. And aren't you just full?"

As soon as song Rao heard this, her face froze: "eat noodles?"

Fu Sicheng looked at Song Rao with a smile. "Yes, it's noodles. What do you think I want to eat?"

Did he think it was wrong or did he do it on purpose? Thanks to Fu chuchen's great nerves, otherwise he would lose face at Grandma's house.

Song Rao wants to hammer Fu Si for a meal.

"Go upstairs and take down my allergy medicine." Fu Sicheng sent Fu chuchen.

Song Rao looked angrily, "I'll see if there are any other ingredients for you to cook." she took the little guy to him, got up with tomatoes and walked to the restaurant.

Two big and one small, three people sitting at the table waiting.

Song Rao cooked a bowl of tomato noodles for Fu chuchen, and added a lot of ingredients to fill a large bowl. I found some fresh beef, made beef noodles for Fu Sicheng and gave the little guy a small bowl.

Little guys don't know that their mother can cook. This is the first time to see what their mother cooks - a bowl of noodles. Staring at this bowl of noodles, the little guy was excited.

"I haven't cooked it for a long time. I'm a little rusty. I don't know how it tastes. If it's really not delicious, eat something else."

Song Rao told Fu chuchen.

Fu chuchen took chopsticks and swallowed his saliva: "little sister-in-law, you are too modest. It looks good."

Fu Sicheng: "he dares to say that it's not delicious."

Song Rao smiled: "try it. Mom feed Junjun."

Fu chuchen nodded as he ate. He didn't know whether he was hungry or really delicious, or afraid of being beaten.

Seeing that they both ate well, song Rao fed them to the child.

"Junjun is the first time to eat what his mother cooked. Is it delicious?" Song Rao asked the child with a smile.

The little guy nodded his head: "mom is tired."

Fu Sicheng ate half and left half for song Rao. Most of the meat was left for song Rao. Seeing that he deliberately left it, song Rao still took two bites.

At more than nine o'clock, song Rao took a bath and wiped her long hair out.

"You take Junjun to the company. It's ready to train heirs at such a young age?" Song Rao said.

Fu Sicheng put down what he was doing, took the dry towel in Song Rao's hand, and naturally and skillfully wiped her hair.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield. I'm not willing to let Jun Jun be tired and dangerous. In the future, Fu Chu Chen will have a son, and the company will be left to his son. We can enjoy the happiness of Jun Jun."

He said thoughtfully, "however, according to Fu Chu Chen's IQ, he has to give birth to several more, so that he can barely pick a tall one out of the short ones."

Song Rao was amused by his poisonous tongue.

After a while, Fu Sicheng said with great care, "even if it's difficult to be tall according to his IQ, we should always bear more burden, don't we? So, baby, let's have more by ourselves."

Song Rao, who was still smiling a second ago, shook her legs and stomach directly.