Doting On Wife Like It’s His Life, The President Is Determined Not To Divorce

In fact, the biggest problem is how to get along with Jiang Jingzhi. She didn’t get along well before. She didn’t think she could get along well with him in the future. As long as she thought of the future, she would panic. All kinds of unknowns, plus, she is now I still don't know what the world is like.

I only found out yesterday that my father was gone, so what happened?

The only one who can give her the answer is Jiang Jingzhi.

She didn't want to cling to him and rely on him, but now, it seemed that besides her, she didn't know who to rely on.

"Woke up?"

She was still in a daze, she didn't know when Jiang Jingzhi came in.

She pointed to the child in her arms and asked him to hug him away. She maintained this position for a long time, and it was numb for a long time.

Jiang Jingzhi raised the corner of his mouth, and the phoenix eyes were full of smiles. He gently hugged his son in his arms and asked him to sleep on his shoulders, while his smiling eyes fell on his seat. Mu Xincheng rubbed his arm, "Orange, good morning."

Jiang Jingzhi really hates it!

Mu Xincheng is already sitting at the dining table downstairs, biting the spoon and looking at the back of the busy man in the open kitchen. Even if he makes breakfast for her, she still thinks he hates him. She did it early in the morning. Why should I smile at her.

Didn't he always frown when he saw her before? As if she owed him millions, she suddenly smiled at her now, she was not used to it.

How has she lived with him in the past six years? I am afraid this has become an unsolved mystery.

"Ma Ma!"

Mu Xincheng is still in a daze. I don't know when, the child has already come to her, lying on her lap and looking at her with his head up, "Mama, I am Nianbao!"

Mu Xincheng became stiff, and she is still not used to being intimate with her children, "Oh, hello, Nianbao."

"Nianbao is your son!" The child was a little wronged with a flat mouth.

"Oh, hello son." Mu Xincheng was a little flustered when he saw him like this, and remembered the picture of the brother who was born to his stepmother crying every day.

The cheap brother cried so much that she wanted to beat someone, but the real son in front of him was crying, she couldn't beat someone, right?

"Nianbao wants Mama hug, Nianbao wants Mama kiss!"

Mu Xincheng looked at the little baby struggling to climb on her lap, feeling at a loss.

She is only eighteen years old and she is still a child. Who can tell her how to take care of the child?

Jiang Jingzhi came out to save her!

He took the cooked spaghetti and put it on the dinner table, then walked over, picked up his son who was still crawling on her lap, kissed his face, and put him on the table. His exclusive position, "Hey, let your mother eat breakfast first, don't pester her."

The child pouted, unhappy, but also obediently, eating his own breakfast while peeking at Mu Xincheng.

Jiang Jingzhi picked up some spaghetti and put it in a bowl, and handed it to her, "Eat it!"

Mu Xincheng was indeed hungry. After waking up for so long, it was just that bowl of noodles last night.

She took a bite, and her eyes suddenly brightened. Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingzhi's cooking skills are quite good, very delicious, and she likes to eat spaghetti with meat sauce, sour and very appetizing.

Does Jiang Jingzhi know what she likes to eat?

She couldn't help but raised her eyes and glanced at him, and saw that he was staring at her all the time, but the light was so confusing, she didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Jingzhi returned to his senses and asked, "Is it delicious?"