Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Mu Qinghuan's world, the whole collapse, this bastard man, actually and baby grab food!

"No, you eat, the baby has no food!" Mu Qinghuan is suffering from pain.

Fengcheng is very enjoy, take the opportunity to embrace her waist, seriously wipe.

"It's shameless. Go away!" Mu Qing was very angry.

"Don't be angry..." Fengcheng finally looked up, and then said helplessly, "I'm just giving my son a demonstration. He'll have a good meal later."

Pick eyebrows, Fengcheng really do not think, son really do not know good or bad, son eat such delicious, can be distracted, really let people envy envy hate!

Sure enough, with the demonstration of Fengcheng, my son finally knew that he wanted to eat.

Eating, son began to make a stuffy hum, well, he is full, no longer need to eat, meat small hands gently rub Mu Qinghuan's coat.

The little nurse took the baby away and took care of it.

When there is no one else, Fengcheng will play Lai, "Qinghuan, I also want to eat."

"Are you hungry?" Mu Qinghuan raised her head and knew what he was asking. She pretended that she didn't know. She couldn't get used to this man. Maybe he would go to heaven.

"Not that kind of hunger." One hand across the sexy lip line, Fengcheng playfully said, "xiaoteng eat, I also want to eat."

"Do you really want to eat it?" Smiling, Mu Qinghuan blinked at Fengcheng, but suddenly turned over, "you want to eat, you become a child, you go to eat your numb, don't grab food with the baby, in case I don't have enough milk!"

"It can't be. It's so big. It must be enough." Fengcheng words, let Mu Qinghuan can't help blushing.

Next, don't give Mu Qinghuan time to react, Fengcheng bows his head

"Fengcheng, I'm in confinement now. Don't make a fool of yourself." Mu Qinghuan couldn't move at all. He could only let Fengcheng Hu come.

"Don't hide. I'll take a bite." Man's nature is curiosity, Fengcheng also can't avoid vulgarity, holding Mu Qinghuan for a long time, this is satisfied.

Ming family.

Mingchengyu has just returned to his villa, but his parents are all here.

"I heard that Feng's family has another son?" Mingma's tone is sour.

"Yes, Ma. Why didn't you go?" Ming Chengyu picks eyebrows. The Ming family and Feng family often walk around. The elders should go to congratulate them.

"We would like to go, your aunt Lin said. Everything is going well. We will go back tomorrow." Mingma sighed, sat on the sofa, looked at her son first, then looked at Yan Naier, and finally couldn't help saying, "you don't think you're still young, so you don't want to have children. While your father and I are still young, you should give birth to the child first. You don't have time to take care of it. It doesn't matter. Your father and I come here. You are busy with your own outside. Don't wait for old age and can't have children."

Smell speech, clear Cheng Yu does not move facial expression, mother's meaning, actually also is his meaning, mainly depends on Yan Naier how to think.

All of them are looking at Yan Naier in unison.

I have to say, Yan Naier is very stressed.

The fool can see that, mingchengyu can't make a sound to solve the siege. Yan Naier had to brave his head and promise to come down first in his mouth, "Mom, we will pay attention to it."

"Well, you are still young and in good health. Maybe you will soon." Since Yan Naier promised not to exclude this matter, mingma was completely relieved and turned to look at mingchengyu, "son, what do you think?"

Mingchengyu lowered his head, no one knows what expression he is at the moment. In fact, he has been secretly smiling and can't close his mouth, "I know, mom, I'll listen to you."

In an instant, Yan Naier was slightly stunned and turned to see Ming's parents leave happily. Only then did he know that Ming Chengyu must have been too lazy to deal with it and would have agreed verbally.

"What's for dinner? Do you know how to cook? " As a young master, mingchengyu will not, so he looked at Yan Naier, "as my wife Ming, she cooks and cooks for her husband. Of course?"

She lived with Mr. Zhao. At that time, she cooked for herself. Mingchengyu had heard of it.

"Isn't there a servant at home?" Therefore, Yan Naier seldom cooks.

"I gave them a holiday." Ming Chengyu's words are capricious.

What else can Yan Naier do.

Fortunately, the refrigerator has a lot of dishes, and her craftsmanship is also good, so it is easy to operate.

After a while, Yan Naier made two bowls of noodles and served them directly.

"That's what you did?" Pointing his finger on the table, mingchengyu frowned and said, "at least three dishes and one soup? How would you like me to eat this noodles

Yan Naier was speechless when she heard it. Did this person treat her as a servant?

People are more than people. They are very angry. Fengcheng is just a good husband with twenty-four filial piety. When he knows how to cook for his wife, Ming Chengyu can't do anything. He even instructs her to cook.

they are all men, crown prince's gang and pampered eldest young master. The difference is so big!

Oh, by the way, Yan Naier almost forgot that the family background of Fengjia and Mingjia is completely different. Fengjia is too feudal. Before that, Mr. Feng had three aunts and many sons, so there was great competition pressure. So it was the same advantage to be able to cook?If mingchengyu was born in Fengjia, he might be eaten alive by his elder brother. He is still young and has less experience, so he doesn't know how to love women!

No way, Yan Naier had to prepare the meal again.

According to Cheng Yu, she made three dishes and one soup.

"I've never seen leeks in soup." Mingchengyu pointed to tomato and egg soup, "are you sure this can be eaten?"

"My hometown That's how it was done. " Yan Naier explained, "every place has its own characteristics. In fact, it's not bad. I won't put leeks next time."

Smell speech, mingchengyu no longer nonsense, finally open to eat, the results found that the taste is good, it seems that his wife is quite a set.

"Have you practiced?" Ming Chengyu suddenly asked.

Yan Naier ate a mouthful of rice and asked in surprise, "what."

"You know, if you control a man's stomach, you can control a man's heart..." Mingchengyu is cold hum, a very narcissistic look.

Yan Naier was speechless. Seeing that mingchengyu was full, she directly put down the dishes and chopsticks and went upstairs. She did not know where she had the courage to remind her, "since I'm cooking, should you go to wash the dishes? It's a division of labor and cooperation."

"You are my wife, isn't that what you should do?" Mingchengyu turns around and asks shamelessly.

"Yes, I am your wife, not your servant..." Yan Naier said frankly, "now that men and women are equal, in the future, if I cook in this family, you come to wash the dishes. I can't do everything. I also work outside. I'm very busy every day. I can't do any housework on my own. Do you think so?"

When did she become so articulate?

Mingchengyu steps down the stairs, stands in front of Yan Naier and looks at her up and down.

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