Smart and cute baby: recruit a marriage for daddy

"Mom..." Qiao Xiaoxi, who hasn't called "Mom" for six years, suddenly shouted out, and his words seemed a little stiff.

"Ah," Fang Rou answered with a smile, and then gave her a bank card in her hand. "This card belongs to Tingyu, and the password is his birthday. It's easy to remember on the night of the full moon on August 15? In the future, this card is also yours, and you can control the money in it at will."

Qiao Xiaoxi was too shocked to reach for it.

All the important things such as bank cards have been handed over to her. Is this to make her ready to be the master of the family? Is it too fast?

At the first meeting, she first looked at her and then liked her. Then she married Feng Tingyu. Now she hasn't recovered from the marriage. As a housewife, Fang Rou directly gave Feng Tingyu's private bank card to her. Will their whole family belongings go into her pocket in a few hours?

Qiao Xiaoxi subconsciously put his left hand behind his back, and then squeezed his waist.

Pain! Not dreaming is a real feeling.

"Take it quickly. You'll need money soon." Fang Rou held Qiao Xiaoxi's right hand and put the bank card in her hand. "When you marry Tingyu, perhaps the only thing that wrongs you is to close the family. Now you can't have a grand wedding."

"Oh... No... No. no need." she stammered nervously and incoherently. "I think hidden marriage is very good." she is not ready for real marriage. More importantly, the agreement between her and Feng Tingyu is very clear, just acting and being husband and wife in name.

"That's good." Fang Rou said and took Feng Tingyu's mobile phone from Feng Yuhao's hand. "The first bedroom on the left of the third floor is Tingyu's. I don't think you like the decoration style inside. In fact, I don't like it. You can use Cary's money to reorganize Tingyu's bedroom... That is, your two bedrooms in the future."

"So... OK?" she wants to sleep in separate rooms with Feng Tingyu. Didn't he tell his mother about this?

"Of course, I don't like daddy's bedroom either." Feng Yuhao took Qiao Xiaoxi's hand and said, "Mommy, I'll take you to daddy's bedroom and we'll reinstall the style together."

"Then I'll go first." Qiao Xiaoxi politely took his body to Fang Rou, and then was forcibly grabbed by Feng Yuhao.

Fang Rou looked at the figure of their mother and son leaving, but shook her head.

The life of rich families is not so good on the surface.

Qiao Xiaoxi's first feeling to Fang Rou is really pretty good. She is not artificial and upright, but she doesn't know whether she pretended or not. After all, she hasn't been with her for two hours.

But since she is Feng Yuhao's mother, there is a reason for what happened six years ago. Naturally, she can't be blamed for her illness and amnesia.

After seeing people's hearts for a long time, she dared to let Feng Tingyu marry Qiao Xiaoxi. Later, she found that Qiao Xiaoxi was not as good as she thought. She also had the ability to drive Qiao Xiaoxi out of Feng's house.

Closing the house is surprisingly lively today.

People from decoration companies and furniture companies go in and out only to decorate the bedroom of Fengting Royal.

Qiao Xiaoxi and Feng Yuhao's mother and son together the style in their hearts. In just a few hours, Feng Tingyu's black-and-white bedroom became a pink series Princess Room.