Scheming Husband Hard To Please

"Leng muxun, what do you say?"

"I said you were going to eat." He raised his face and insisted that she go to dinner together.

"Cough..."

"Ah Chou..."

Before she could respond, the two of them coughed and sneezed.

"Mommy, daddy, you are all ill. You have to have breakfast so that you can take medicine." I don't know when Shi Shi and Guo Guo are ready to wash. They are standing in front of them with their waist crossed, and let them face to face. No one can set a bad example in front of the children. Otherwise, if the children are really ill in the future, they won't eat, and then they won't take medicine.

Late autumn Du mouth, she is really not willing to go to breakfast with him.

Leng muxun said with a smile, "well, let's all go, change clothes quickly, let's go."

He said, of course, pointing at her. He couldn't go out with the sheets on.

Leng muxun, with his back to them, rushes into the bathroom with his clothes in late autumn. He wants to wring his meat again, but the children are talking and laughing and changing their clothes in his room.

Change good, come out of time three people are waiting for her, "let's go." Just, even for the sake of the children, otherwise, if she keeps catching cold, it will really infect the children.

Leng muxun walked out of the room first, and Shishi and Guoguo insisted on squeezing her out of the room, "Mommy, do you smell of wine? Did you drink? "

"I..." she didn't drink a mouthful. He rubbed it on her, OK? Also said that she was a child, to rub wine before fever, think of speechless.

"Mommy, the kindergarten teacher said that children should be honest from childhood." The implication is that she is now an adult and dishonest.

"Guoguo, your mother didn't drink it." Don't want to, cold muxun but smile looking back, timely said.

"Yes? But she smells of wine Wave your hand, the kids don't like the taste of wine.

"Have a fever, rub wine rub, she really did not drink."

"Oh, who rubbed it for Mommy?"

At this time of late autumn is really thoroughly want to drill in the cracks, "Leng muxun, can you say a few words?"

"OK, OK, I won't tell you. Let's go. There are many porridge for breakfast this morning. You can taste some of them and see which one you like to eat later..."

Late autumn walking in the last, I heard him in front of the children happily introduced, a face of gloomy, how to look at his back are not pleasing to the eye, the elevator opened, two baby and Leng muxun slowly stepped in, only late autumn is still behind the slow walk, she did not want to sit with the man in an elevator, "Shishi, Guoguo, you go first, Mommy will go back and get something. She will be at the restaurant in a moment

The man's foot rubbed in the elevator door, "go get it, we'll wait for you."

Simple six words, she is not going, not going, just, the children are hungry, not going, stride into the elevator, "let's go."

"Why don't you take it?" He asked tenderly and attentively, how annoying that would be.

"If you don't want to take it, you won't take it." It's none of his business. I have to get to the bottom of it.

Leng muxun smiles, reaches out his hand and pulls Shishi and Guoguo to lean on his long leg, saying nothing more.

"Ding..." a sound, the elevator stopped, four people fish out of the elevator step to the restaurant.

It's about breakfast, but it's really not too late. They get up late. There are not many people who have breakfast at this time. But late autumn is wrong. There are so many people. It seems that everyone who is on New Year's holiday is getting up late.

Looking for a table to sit down, poetry hand elbow, "Daddy, you say porridge?"

Leng muxun with a loud finger, "porridge."

Immediately, the waiter standing on one side waved his hand. A dozen waiters came slowly from the other end of the corridor. In late autumn, she opened her eyes wide. Is she right? You know, there are so few waiters in this hotel during the Spring Festival. How can he make so many waiters? When they arrive, one person carries a tray with a bowl of steaming porridge on it, With all kinds of fragrance, all the bowls are different.

"Put it down."

"Yes, Mr. Leng."

So a variety of porridge filled a table, there is still not put down, so, that can not put down by the waiter to continue to carry.

"Guoguo, didn't you say that the porridge you used to eat was not delicious? Try today's one. If you like one, daddy will let mother Zhang cook it for you later. "

"Daddy, are we going back to the villa when we go back?"

"Well." The man casually responded and turned the table, letting all kinds of porridge shine in front of the children.

I've never seen such a spoiled child. She says that she doesn't like porridge. During the Spring Festival, she bothers the chef of the hotel to make so many kinds of porridge. It takes a lot of effort. She's full with her elbow. She has no appetite. She doesn't want to eat any good porridge. She's so soft that she feels uncomfortable. Moreover, her nose is a little stuffy and she just wants to sleep, Maybe when I wake up, my nose will breathe.

The same taste, for a while, poetry pointed to a bowl of porridge, "Daddy, I want that bowl."

"I want that bowl." Guoguo also pointed to one of the bowls.

Leng muxun smiles, then stands up and tries to put the two bowls of porridge together in front of the children, so that they can eat them conveniently. Originally, this can be asked to be moved by the waiter, but seeing that the nearest waiter is more than ten meters away from him, he is afraid that the children will be worried. Besides, he has hands and feet, so he can move by himself. Carrying a bowl of porridge, the table is too full, He can only take up the other bowl, and then change the position of the two bowls.

Just as he was about to speak, a young woman rushed to him and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. I'll wipe it for you." With nothing in hand, a pair of white hands anxiously wipe Leng muxun's clothes and trousers, which are all wet marks of porridge, which makes Leng muxun frown, because the bowl of porridge spilled is just what Guoguo likes to eat.

"Go away." He sipped, impatiently pushed the woman's hand, "don't touch me."

The disgusted expression made the woman cry. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. How much is your dress? I'll compensate you, OK?"

"I only want porridge." Finally, Guoguo said that he loved to eat this, but he was spilled by this woman. He was really upset.

"Wuwu..." the woman sobbed, and then said, "I'll tell Niuniu to eat by herself, and then I'll ask the kitchen to make another bowl of this porridge, OK?"

Guoguo pulled Leng muxun's coat, "Daddy, I don't want that porridge. I eat that bowl. It's delicious. I like it." As she said it, she looked at the direction that the woman had been staring at. In the corner of that direction, there was a little girl sitting in the wheelchair, as if she had been forgotten. At the moment, her face was full of depression.

Seeing that Guoguo was so understanding, Leng muxun waved and said, "let's go. We don't want porridge. Just take care of your own children." He also saw the little girl who didn't move. It's hard for him to reproach others. It seems that it's not easy for this woman to look at her very young children. They are almost as old as Shishi and Guoguo, but the child's eyes are a little dull. It seems that she is blind

For a moment, he was a little embarrassed, but he was still angry and couldn't turn around.

The woman thanks again and again, and runs to her child in a hurry. Then she asks the waiter to deliver breakfast, which is actually a bowl of porridge, a steamed bun and a dish of vegetables. There is nothing else.

Poetry frowned, "Daddy, I don't like this bowl. Take it to Niuniu." She has a good memory, so she can remember the little girl's name.

"This..." Leng muxun hesitated. What if he didn't like it?

But Shishi insisted, "Daddy, I'll take it. If it's not heavy, I can." For fear of his refusal, he even said it.

"Well, go ahead." He touched the head of the poem, "good boy."

"Daddy, I'll go with Shishi. I'll take this bowl to the aunt."

Leng muxun didn't stop her. She let the children take two bowls of porridge to her. They walked slowly, for fear that if they spilled a drop, Niuniu and her mother would eat less.

"Sir, your children are well educated by you. I want to do an interview. Is that ok?" Just when Leng muxun and late autumn's eyes are on the children, another woman greets Leng muxun. Behind her is a woman holding a camera. At first glance, these two people are reporters and cameras.

"No need." He refused. He didn't want to make trouble. He just wanted to have a good holiday.

Late autumn but a smile, casually pulled a side chair, and then waved to the woman, "sit, it doesn't matter." Think of his morning desire dissatisfaction, he is short of women, isn't it?

His women are all in T City, so she will help him find one now, so that he won't catch his eyes on her all the time.

Leng muxun's face immediately darkened, but he didn't say anything. He just took a sip of porridge, and then leaned back in his chair and continued to look at the direction of poetry and Guoguo. The two children were talking and laughing with Niuniu. He was very happy. He really liked them, not only lovely, but also kind-hearted.

"How old is your daughter, sir and madam?" That female reporter does not give up to continue to ask, a pair of peach blossom eyes staring at Leng muxun, this man is too stylish, the porridge on the table makes her stare, there is no economic basis, who dares to order so much porridge.

The small spoon in late autumn's hand points on the table, "Miss, you are wrong. He is not my husband and I am not her wife."

"Ha ha, ma'am, this is..."