Chapter 149

That tone was just reminiscing about the past, Jiang Hao couldn't help but feel a little funny, and joked: "Brother Yu, do you trust me so much?"

Rong Jing, who walked out with him, turned black in an instant.

This woman, it was clear that he helped a lot just now, and she directly talked to Chen Yu when she received a call after the bidding meeting.

Do you have any conscience?

The air-conditioning around Rong Jing's body should not be too obvious. Jiang Hao could feel the chill when he walked beside him. Today, he really helped a lot. Jiang Hao hung up the phone and turned his head to give Rong Jing a smile. .

"Mr. Rong, thank you for today's affairs. If you have time in the evening, I will invite you to dinner."

Rong Jing's face looked a little better now, and she thought that you are a woman with a little conscience and eyesight, but her face showed an indifferent look.

"Tonight at your house, you cook."

Jiang Hao twitched the corners of her mouth. It was enough to have to cook for dinner. She deliberately made an excuse, "The company has something to do tonight."

Rong Jing's indifferent mouth curled into a faint smile: "I'll go to your house and wait."

"...I'll try to go back as soon as possible." Jiang Hao heard this, why did it seem like he saw Xiao Baozi.

In the evening, Jiang Hao was busy with the work in the company, and drove home to cook for Rong Jing. Thinking that Xiao Baozi might be there, he turned the corner and went to the supermarket, and brought Xiao Baozi a pack of dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

However, when she opened the door, she asked about the aroma of smells coming from the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans colliding.

Just wondering what was going on, the little bun's milky voice came from the kitchen, but he reprimanded aggressively: "Jing, you will salt Mommy to death if you put so much salt."

It turned out that Xiao Baozi was cooking in advance. Thinking of Xiao Baozi's soft and glutinous face, Jiang Li felt a lot warmer in his heart, and walked into the kitchen with his things.

"Ningning, I brought you something back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small steamed bun with the smell of milk rushed into his arms, Rong Ning buried his head in Mommy's arms with a happy face, and rubbed his head obediently: "Mommy, you are finally back, Ning Ning wants to you."

Jiang Hao dotingly hugged Rong Ning, "I miss Ning Ning too."

Rong Ning smiled happily, took the bag from Mommy's hand, which was obviously a little heavy, but still tried his best to pretend to be very relaxed, and took the bag and handed it to Rong Jing.

"This is what Mommy bought for me."

Looking at the ostentatious look on Xiao Baozi's face in front of him, Rong Jing lowered his eyes, stirring the soup in the pot calmly in his hand, while the other free hand carried the bag aside and emphasized it again. .

"It's your mommy who invited us to dinner tonight."

"Yes," Rong Ning blinked his big cute eyes, frantically acting cute, "Let's help Mommy cook together, three of us will cook together."

Rong Jing decided to ignore this mentally handicapped son who was brainless and sucking his mother.

Jiang Hao packed up the dishes by the pool, walked over and stood beside Rong Jing and started to cut. Rong Jing looked over there from time to time and looked at the soup in the pot.

Seeing that Rong Ning couldn't stand it anymore, he walked over and pushed Rong Jing up, "How can you let Mommy cut vegetables, what should you do if you can cut it, you can do it yourself."

This is the little boy with his elbows turned out.

Rong Jing got closer to Jiang Lei, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became warm and ambiguous. Rong Jing just wanted to reach out and hold Jiang Lei's hand, but when he went a step further, Jiang Lei suddenly shrank to the side. Dodged Rong Jing's approach.

Rong Ning's face flashed a moment of loss, and in an instant he ran over to comfort Mommy.

"What's wrong with you, Mommy? Are you feeling sick?"

Saying that, the little hands touched up and down, and the eyes looked up and down worriedly.

"I'm fine." Jiang Hao's heart softened when she saw Rong Ning, and her tense emotions gradually eased, "Let your father cook the soup, and I'm afraid he will cut the vegetables."

Rong Jing's face turned gloomy, looking at Jiang Li as if he wanted to eat her, but Xiao Baozi stood firmly on Mommy's side, looking at him with a useless expression on his father's face: "In that case, you still cook soup. Bar."

"Chopping vegetables is dangerous, I'll come." Rong Jing suddenly let out a smile, hugged Jiang Li from behind, and held Jiang Li's hand holding the handle of the knife in one hand.

Jiang Hao's body stiffened for a moment, she almost raised the kitchen knife in her hand, but was pressed down by Rong Jing, Rong Jing's warm breath was in her ear, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Who is your husband!" Jiang Hao frowned angrily, pushed away Rong Jing and walked over to cook the soup.

The little bun stood in the middle, staring at Rong Jing with a bit of resentment on his face: "Jing, you eat Mummy tofu again!"

Rong Jing's expression did not change: "You ate twice as much as me just now."

"That's my mommy!" The little bun argued unconvincingly, and hugged Jiang Li.

"I'm your daddy." Rong Jing couldn't remember how many times he emphasized it.

The little bun flattened his mouth and looked very cute: "What does that have to do with my mommy?"

"..."

Rong Jing gave up and turned his elbow out, and argued with a brainless mother and a mentally handicapped son.

In his eyes, there is only mummy in the world, and no daddy at all.

Jiang Li clearly felt that the sound of chopping vegetables was a little louder.

After eating a meal, Jiang Hao felt that she had returned to the era of famine, and the little bun kept serving her vegetables, as if she was afraid that she would not be full.

Rong Jing, who was sitting on the side, glanced at his son and expressed his dissatisfaction, "Where's your father?"

"Jing has arms and hands, and he prepares his own dishes."

"Your mommy also has arms and hands." Rong Jing said.

Xiao Baozi spared no effort to serve Mummy, and walked over to give Jiang Lei a bowl of soup thoughtfully, "Mummy is different, Daddy also has to serve Mummy with vegetables."

"..."

Rong Jing's expression was so stiff on his face. He originally wanted to have a candlelight dinner with Jiang Hao, but he was found out by the little bun and turned into this.

No matter what, he couldn't pull back his son who kept dangling in front of Jiang Hao.

In the end, Rong Jing still carried the small bun by the collar, and sent the person to the opposite room, slamming the door: "Go to bed on time at nine o'clock in the evening."

The little bun stood at the door punching and kicking, protesting dissatisfiedly: "Jing, you just want to monopolize Mommy!"

He really wanted to monopolize Gracilaria, but it wasn't the time yet.

Jiang Hao was packing up and washing dishes in the restaurant, and Rong Jing walked over to pick it up: "I'll come."

"It's alright, you can just wait in the living room." It was too much for Jiang Hao to let the guests wash the dishes at his own house, and he didn't let them out. In the end, they successfully achieved the goal of Rong Jing. The two stood by the vegetable sink and washed the dishes together. bowl.

Jiang Hao constantly felt the breath of Rong Jing around him approaching him a little bit, and he was a little uncomfortable: "Then you are still..."

Before she could finish speaking, Rong Jing took a plate from her hand: "I'll get it for you."

It happened to touch her hand, Jiang Hao's face was hot, and she felt dizzy.