The domineering president's barbaric wife

Xu was bored on the sofa in the living room. After seeing Shen Yuchen's long beans peeled, Shen Xiaonian told him to go to the second floor to help her with the bag with wool. Shen Yuchen nodded and asked about the general position of the bag. Then he turned around and ran quickly to the second floor stairs, like a runaway horse.

"Xiaochen, slow down. Don't wrestle!" Because his legs are not sharp, Shen Xiaonian has to raise his neck and shout in the direction of Shen Yuchen's disappearance.

After aunt Ding finished the long beans, she began to peel the garlic into piles. Because garlic is much more difficult to make than beans, aunt Ding didn't agree when Shen Yuchen proposed to help her.

At this time, seeing that Shen Xiaonian asked Shen Yuchen to help with the knitting, aunt Ding was very surprised. She put down half of the garlic in her hand and asked, "Xiaonian, can you still knit a sweater?"

Shen Xiaonian waved his hand: "no, I can't knit a sweater."

Still curious, aunt Ding asked, "can't you knit? What is that weaving? "

Shen Xiaonian pursed his lips: "weave a scarf."

"How nice to knit a scarf! It's better to knit a scarf than a sweater! " Aunt Ding didn't know where she came to the conclusion. After Shen Xiaonian finished, she happily said, "knitting scarves not only saves time and effort, but also adapts to the taste of today's young people."

Shen Xiaonian didn't know what to say, so he nodded his head and agreed.

I don't know if it was because Shen Xiaonian responded to her. Anyway, aunt Ding became more and more excited: "Xiaonian, are you knitting this scarf for Mr. Leng?" At this point, aunt Ding added: "Xiaonian, don't blame aunt for gossip. You see your elders are not around, and aunt treats you as her own daughter!"

When she heard this, Shen Xiaonian's heart suddenly jumped. She thought, aunt Ding regards her as her own daughter? Before yesterday, I thought of her as my mother?

Thinking of this, Shen Xiaonian silently withdrew his eyes and looked directly at other places. But he answered aunt Ding's question and said, "yes, give him one, and then give Xiaochen another."

"Very good, very good." Aunt Ding said, nodding thoughtfully, and did not speak again.

Shen Xiaonian didn't speak either. They kept a quiet atmosphere until Shen Yuchen came to Shen Xiaonian from the second floor with a wool bag.

"Look, Mom - is that it?" Shen Yuchen holds the bag in both hands and looks at Shen Xiaonian with bright eyes. He looks very lively and lovely, asking for praise.

Shen Xiaonian touched the top of Shen Yuchen's hair and praised: "we Xiaochen are the smartest!" While saying this, Shen Xiaonian reached for the wool bag and carefully took out the half knitted scarf from inside.

Shen Yuchen is curious and refuses to leave in front of Shen Xiaonian. Xu is looking at Shen Xiaonian holding a white coil of thread, feel fresh, but also from time to time to reach out to touch one or two.

"Xiaochen, come to my mother's side and stand in front of me. It's easy to be stabbed in the eye by this long needle." Looking at Shen Yuchen, who is getting closer to her, Shen Xiaonian has to stop his action and remind him.

"Mom, what will you end up weaving with this long needle?" Hearing Shen Xiaonian's reminder, Shen Yuchen finally straightened up his little body and was so far away from the dangerous needle. However, there is still a lot of curiosity about the unknown.

Seeing that his son is interested in new things, Shen Xiaonian, a mother, has no reason to stop him. So she took the semi-finished product she had woven and said to Shen Yuchen, "Xiao Chen, guess first, guess what this thing is on my mother's hand?" Shen Yuchen tilted his head and thought for a long time. After a long time, he spoke uncertainly and said, "Mom, is it a sweater?"

Shen Xiaonian shook his head with a smile and said, "no, mom weaves this thing. It doesn't have sleeves!"

Prompt to here, Shen Yuchen's big eyes suddenly a bright: "Mom, I know, you are knitting a sleeveless vest sweater!"

Shen Xiaonian

This kid, why can't he get along with the sweater?

Xu is the farfetched expression on Shen Xiaonian's face is too obvious. Shen Yuchen vaguely guesses that the answer is wrong. So, Shen Yuchen made another guess: "Mom, I know - what I said this time must be the right answer!"

Shen Xiaonian regained his confidence: "Xiaochen, what is it?"

"Scarf!" Shen Yuchen finished, also handsome to his mother picked pick eyebrows.

Shen Xiaonian was pleasantly surprised and hugged Shen Yuchen: "Xiaochen is great! But this time... How did Xiaochen guess? " It seems like a trivial matter for Shen Yuchen to say the answer, but it is the best way to encourage Shen Xiaonian.

Shen Yuchen, who was held in his arms, also held out his little hand and hugged Shen Xiaonian tightly, saying, "Mom, I already know! I made fun of you on purpose the last few times With that, Shen Yuchen attached to Shen Xiaonian's ear and joked in a low voice: "of course, mother weaves so well, it's hard for Xiao Chen not to recognize it!"

Shen Xiaonian also smiles. His feelings are sweeter than those on his face.

Shen Family Mansion

Because he didn't plan to stay more in Shen's house, Leng Mohan entered Shen Changhe's field alone without informing others. Drive the car into Shen's old house. Leng Mohan gets out of the car and throws the key to the guard who has been waiting for a long time at the front door of Shen's house. Shen Zhai is very considerate in this aspect. There are special people to park for the visitors, which will undoubtedly save a lot of trouble for the visitors.

"Hello, Mr. Leng!" After taking the car keys, the guard bowed to the man standing in front of him.

Cold ink cold only coldly "en" a. Then, he followed the path to the door of Shen's house. Because it's not my first time here, Leng Mohan is more familiar with Shen's house than before.

But before he came near, a middle-aged woman, dressed in casual clothes and similar to a life aunt, came forward. Like the previous guard, she bowed to him before saying, "Mr. Leng, please wait in here for a moment. I'll report master Shen to you now. "

In fact, before meeting Leng Mohan, the woman didn't know that he was the guest that master Shen was going to entertain today. However, after seeing Leng Mohan, she just thought about it a little, and then she understood immediately. Also, Leng Mohan's status is worth so much publicity for him.

Leng Mohan nods and follows the woman into Shen's villa. Until she reached the reception hall of the mansion, the woman stopped: "Mr. Leng, please wait here for a moment!" With that, the woman bowed out of the hall.

Leng Mohan stood in the same place and began to look around. The old house of the Shen family is still the same as it was at the last gathering of Mr. Shen. It hasn't changed much. In addition to fewer people today, the atmosphere should be quieter. Leng Mohan thought that there was no difference between the feeling here and before... Because it was the same depression.

When Mr. Shen and Mr. Qian came down, housekeeper Qian went to the kitchen and said to the cook and the servants: we can have dinner. After that, in less than two minutes, the servants had all the preparatory work done. Including the wet towel before the meal, including the mouthwash after the meal. The number of people in Shen's house is pitifully small, but the table is still like those prosperous families, which are made of long square tables made of marble. The natural coldness of marble, coupled with the gloomy nature of Shen's house, has reduced the appetite of cold ink.

Servants came out of the kitchen with blue and white porcelain dishes in their hands. Because the design of the table is very regular rectangular, Shen Zhai is very considerate to make two equal portions of each dish. One is placed in front of Shen Changhe and the other is placed in front of Leng Mohan, which is convenient for them to pick vegetables. At the same time, it also saves the trouble of using public chopsticks.

Looking at Shen Changhe, who was sitting opposite him and had a low appetite, Leng Mohan put down his chopsticks and said, "Mr. Shen, today you asked me to come to Shen's house, not just to have a hard lunch with me, right? You and I are both understanding people. If you have anything to say, Mr. Shen, you may as well say it directly. "

The chopsticks in Shen Changhe's hand stopped the moment Leng Mohan spoke. When Leng Mohan finished his words, Shen Changhe was silent for a long time. Finally, after a long sigh, Shen Changhe finally stopped forcing himself to enjoy this lunch with poor appetite and atmosphere. Putting down his chopsticks, Shen Changhe cast his eyes on the opposite side of him, looking at his cold ink coldly. Shen Changhe said with a smile, "Mr. Leng, isn't the Shen family's food not to your taste? Why do you only eat so little? " Although Shen Changhe's own appetite is not high, but after all, because he is not young, so his appetite is almost passable. But Leng Mohan is different from him. Leng Mohan is in his prime of life. He should have an appetite like a tiger. Of course, don't think that Shen Changhe's caring about lengmohan's appetite is caring about lengmohan. Maybe he's just looking for a topic!