Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He was slightly surprised to see the bowl in her hand.

"You didn't eat much at night. Zhang Ye made a bowl of noodles for you."

He said so vividly, and then put the bowl in front of Yan Rusheng.

There was sesame oil and spring onion inside, and the taste blew into his nose with the heat, a familiar taste that he could smell with his eyes closed.

He glanced at the noodles and waved the cigarette-impatient hand impatiently. "Take it away, don't bother me."

This guy……

Xu Xu didn't know where the courage came, raised his voice, "Aren't you going to have a baby?"

After asking her, her face turned red.

"..." Master Yan looked up at her puzzledly.

Does this have anything to do with wool?

"You can't just take care of me alone, and ..." Xu Xu swallowed and spit out, "And your temper is likely to be passed on to the child, so you know."

She finished speaking in one breath, and then didn't wait for a word to give any response. She immediately turned and strode away.

She suddenly felt that Zhou Shuang was very reasonable. If they really had children, their temper could not be like him, menopause.

Yan Rusheng looked at the small figure that fled, and echoed in her mind what she said just now, Jun's face was darker than the bottom of the pot!

And your temper is likely to be passed on to the child ...

Means that he has a bad temper?

But their children ... who will they look like?

Well, he must look like him, and his character must be like him. That stupid woman has no merit from head to toe.

The originally depressed mood, because the brain made up for their future children, suddenly healed.

'hiss'

The cigarette between his fingers burned the cigarette butt, he quickly threw it away and shook his hand.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

There was another knock outside the door. He looked at the closed door, thinking that you dare to come if you are stupid.

He straightened and posed, before responding to the opening, "Come in."

However, the door opened, and it wasn't Wen Xuxu who came in, but Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye asked as he walked, "Master Three, have you finished eating your noodles? I'll put the bowl down and wash it after eating."

Yan Rusheng's eyes flashed a sense of loss, and she was agitated, "Don't eat, take away."

"Oh." Zhang Ye lowered his mouth in disappointment, walked to the table, looked at the noodles in the bowl, and whispered while reaching for them, "Miss rolled this noodle and got her hands pinched several times It's a pity that it just fell like this. "

Even if your kid does n’t eat, I will let you know what the lady wants.

Humph!

what? Is this noodle made with vivid colors?

Master Yan's eyes flashed in surprise, looking at the noodles lifted by Zhang Ye, almost without thinking, and grabbed his hand. "What you said, it's a pity, I'll just take a few bites."

As he said, he waved at Zhang Ye again, "You go out first. After eating, I will send the bowl down.

Zhang Huan was a little puzzled. She just said firmly not to eat, and now snatched it from her like a bandit.

Why are young people's minds so unpredictable now?

...

Ming family.

The family was enjoying the sweet soup after dinner. Ming Zhongsheng was sitting in the middle of the sofa. Like Lao Taishan, everyone turned around him.

His grandson Ming Anyong played chess with him. As the only granddaughter of Ming Zhongsheng and the only girl of his grandchildren, Wen Xinyi was deeply loved by his elderly.