Chapter 275

The little guy jumped to the ground and left the master bedroom.

Cheng yingxuan has been awake, wearing slippers into the master bedroom, just with Cheng Xiaobao small body collided.

"Reckless." She said that, but she reached out and touched her son's head lovingly.

"Mom, just now I wanted to cut uncle Yan a lump of meat, but he refused to show his face." The little guy complained angrily.

Cheng yingxuan looked at Yan shiting, who was sitting on the big bed with her back against the head of the bed. "This is your fault. If you don't want to cut a lump of meat, what's your face?"

Yan shiting lengsen's eyes were flying towards her. "Do you know what meat he's going to cut?"

"Bird meat." Cheng Xiaobao's face is innocent.

Cheng yingxuan answers, "no, it's just cutting a bird's flesh..." Touching Yan shiting's black carbon like face, her eyes fell on his crotch, "Oh, ha ha ha, ha..." All of a sudden, he burst out laughing with no face. It turns out Xiao Bao wants to cut someone's bird

"Mom, what are you laughing at?" Xiao Bao looks up, his big eyes are full of puzzles.

"Xiaobao is so cute." She laughed and said nothing. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Yan shiting's face was extremely ugly. The dead woman, knowing that he was embarrassed, not only didn't help him, but also laughed wildly.

Look, he doesn't have to kill her with a big bird!

Cheng yingxuan in the bathroom, across the wall can also feel someone's serious resentment, can not help shaking, the dead man is absolutely cursing her.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there is a big pot of Xiaobao brand love rice porridge on the table in the small living room.

Porridge is not rotten

No rice, no porridge.

Cheng yingxuan packed a dish of pickles, and the three of them had porridge with them.

"Is it good to drink?" Xiao Bao looked at the two adults sitting next to him with expectant eyes.

“……” Yan shiting was silent. It's not good to drink. The kid has no talent for cooking. He doesn't cheat children, he doesn't want to drink well, and he doesn't say anything. What's more, he has never had such a simple "lunch"?

"I drink my heart." Cheng yingxuan is very clever.

Xiaobao was dejected. "That's why my porridge is not good to drink Actually, I can't swallow it. You two adults don't have to tell white lies

"Xiao Bao is already very capable." She said, "breakfast and lunch are none of your business, poor little fellow."

Hearing this, Yan shiting frowned, and the cold light burst into her face from his sharp pupil. "Cheng yingxuan, do you take children like this?"

She was shot in the face and asked, "why, I didn't bring it well?"

"Do you think so?" His voice was cold.

"It has nothing to do with you. I have my own discretion. Although Xiao Bao is only over four years old, with his intelligence quotient, he is equivalent to a child in his teens. What's wrong with him

Yan shiting pulled the corner of his lips, that look, obviously despised her as a mother unqualified.

Cheng yingxuan was angry. If he hadn't left in a hurry in the morning and came back at six o'clock this morning, Romona made a scene again last night. Could she have stayed up all night?

If she had not lost sleep last night, she would not have let her son make his own breakfast and lunch.

It's all the fault of this dead man. What face does he have to blame?

"Mom, uncle Yan also cares about me." Cheng Xiaobao shakes Cheng yingxuan's arm.

She was relieved.

After lunch, Yan shiting sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV. He watched the financial news of foreign English channels.

Cheng yingxuan grabs the remote control and switches directly to the channel where cartoons are played. In this way, she thinks that he has not explained what happened with a woman surnamed Luo last night?

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