Chapter 156

When joss dragged her away, she was still unhappy and yelled that she was about to upgrade.

Jos didn't know what the upgrade was. She just put people in the taxi, watched her leave, turned around and went into the biggest supermarket nearby.

She has already thought about dinner. It's only four o'clock now. She thinks she has enough time to finish everything before Jing chihan goes home.

Jos's food is cold to the afterlife, but Jing chihan prefers light food. After thinking about it, Jos decides to make a pot of Seafood Hotpot.

And she likes spicy food, and she plans to make a mandarin duck pot.

There are many ingredients in the supermarket, and the aquatic products are fresh enough. She bought a lot, took a taxi and drove home.

Back home, there was another war.

As she watched the time, she warmed the pot. When she managed to get all the dishes ready before 5:30, the pot was also hot. As soon as she set the table, she heard the door click.

She turned around with a big smile on her face: "you come back..."

She was stunned before she heard it.

At the entrance of the entrance, a graceful and noble middle-aged woman, dressed in high-end custom-made clothes, with a delicate and fashionable bag in her hand, calmly looked at the dining table. Some embarrassed young women in aprons slowly showed a proper smile: "I scared you?"

Jos opened his mouth half open, smelled the words, and quickly closed: "president, Madam President..."

Five minutes later, joss gingerly served hot tea and served it on the coffee table.

Xue Ying looks at her with clear eyes. At her feet, the unknown dough is holding her slippers tightly. Her soft body is on the back of her feet.

Bread poured under the tea table, half of the body exposed outside, wantonly lazy lying.

"I don't know. Cherhan likes pets." Xue Ying's voice, not severe, but let Qiao Si have no origin behind a shock.

She quickly caught the dough that she didn't let go after holding other people's slippers, and ordered the bread to play next to it.

Bread seems to understand the master's words, driving the dough, languidly went to the other end of the living room, to the ground, holding the dough, like to coax a child to sleep.

Xue Ying looks around the living room with unpredictable complexion, and her lips are slightly hooked: "these are all made by you?"

The original cold and hard house, after some deliberate decoration, has become much softer. Light colored curtains, plush carpets, and even delicate flowers in vases, there are many magazines and newspapers under the tea table, which are hidden in a mess, not neat, but with a rare home atmosphere.

On the dining table, the faint smell of seafood wafts away. In the kitchen, you can vaguely see the mess on the Liuli table.

Next to the TV, there are several discs, which should be seen recently. There is a box with one, which has not been buttoned up.

Sofa, originally neat black leather, because put a few fresh touch cushion, and appear light and a lot of.

She looked at the changes one by one and saw them in her eyes. Finally, she looked at Jos and said, "you made all this?"

Jos nodded awkwardly.

Xue Ying didn't put forward any suggestions. She just looked at her watch and asked, "when does Che Han usually come back? I thought he should be home by now. "

"There may be a delay. I'll give him a call." She said, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, played a group of numbers.

When the phone was connected, the bell rang, but it came from the porch. With a click, the door opened. Outside, a handsome man was coming in.

The mobile phone in his hand is still ringing, but he is surprised to see the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa.

Joss hung up and squeezed out, "you're back."

Jing chihan looks at her and asks for help all over his face. He looks down, changes his shoes and walks in, but asks the person on the sofa, "Why are you here?"

Xue Ying's eyes are light. She doesn't have a different look because her son is back.

"I asked you to go home for dinner several times before, but you didn't want to. I came to see you, too. I'm tired of my family's food after so many years. Miss Qiao... Oh, it should be called Xiaosi. I smell delicious food made by Xiaosi. No wonder you can't even eat it."

If someone else said this in a different tone, joss would feel that the other party was satirizing herself, but the tone and expression of the president's wife, as well as her noble and graceful temperament, made her really not have any bad ideas.

She laughed awkwardly and squeezed out a difficult sentence: "well, I made seafood hot pot tonight. If the president's wife is OK, stay and eat together."

"No more." Xue Ying's voice was light: "I just came to have a look. Besides, the hotpot is not very hygienic. I'm old, and a little bacteria may cause big trouble. Chihan, take me to your room. I have something to tell you."

Qiao Si Shan, Jing Che Han looks at her one eye, purses tightly the lip petal.

Xue Ying had already got up and walked slowly to the stairs. Seeing that Jing chihan didn't move, she called again: "why, mom has something to say, but it's not enough?"

Don't want to make things worse, Jos pushed the man forward: "go on."

Jing chihan shook her hand, and joss murmured, "I'm ok, really."

Jing chihan just went up the stairs.

As the door of the master bedroom opened and closed, joss stood downstairs, looking at the table full of dishes, but his heart was blocked.

The president's wife comes from Zhong Ding's family. She must think that hot pot can't be on the stage. If she knows that she will come back today, how can she make some things in the whole banquet of Manchu and Han people? It's good to support the scene.

On the second floor, in the room.

Xue Ying looked around the room. It was obvious that there were traces of a second person's life here. Her eyes swept from the bed where she left in a hurry in the morning and didn't have time to fold the quilt. Standing in the same place, she looked at her son with deep eyes: "it seems that you have decided."

"It's decided long ago, isn't it?" Jing zhehan took off his coat and pulled his tie. He was careless.

Xue Ying pondered: "is that joss really worth it? Before a snow, you have not enough lessons? If you want me to say that joss is not as good as Chengxue. Chengxue at least has self-knowledge.... "

"That's what you came here to say?" Jing Che's cold voice interrupted her.

Xue Ying frowned: "listen to your tone. Is that what you say to your mother? After staying with her for a long time, do you have no rules? "

"What does that have to do with her?" Jing chihan said coldly: "what I should say, I have said before, whether you accept it or not, that's the fact." Then he went to the bedside, opened the bedside table, took out two small red books and threw them on the bed: "marriage certificate, is it true or false, you can check."