Fierce little loli: Husband gently teases

Thinking about it this way, An Xinran's wild head ran away again, very depressed, and she didn't say hello to her, and she disappeared without saying a word.

Zhuo Leng saw that An Xinran's tone seemed to be familiar with his adoptive son, and added, "He is a veterinarian in China and opened a pet shop. Chao Ming liked small animals since he was a child, and I never interfered with his thoughts."

An Xinran: "..."

It can't really be that person, white and clean, wearing glasses, the word "囧" appeared on his face, and he didn't continue to ask, it could become a meeting of relatives.

Fu Shaoxun glanced at An Xinran with a complex expression, his black eyes darkened and flashed brightly. His little wife seemed to have provoked him a rival in love again, but this was his guess.

At dinner, An Xinran still couldn't intervene. Together with Chi Wenxiu, two big men pinned her down on the sofa and watched TV.

"Shao Xun treats you very well, so mom can rest assured." Chi Wenxiu patted the back of An Xinran's hand, looking at Fu Shaoxun who was busy in the kitchen, very relieved.

An Xinran leaned on Chi Wenxiu's shoulder, and the TV was playing. The day before yesterday, she and Fu's mother were also sitting here discussing their relationship. Today, they changed their mother, and they were in a daze.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm doing well, it's you." An Xinran paused and looked at the man in the kitchen who was about as tall as Fu Shaoxun.

"My wife is watching you." Fu Shaoxun and Zhuo Leng exchanged vegetables, and they could see each other's culinary skills in terms of knife skills.

"My woman is looking at you too." Zhuo Leng's peachy eyes rolled up, an invisible evil leader.

"When did my mother-in-law become your woman?"

"soon."

Regarding Zhuo Leng's determined tone, Fu Shaoxun glanced at An Xinran on the sofa indiscriminately. He didn't think Zhuo Leng could easily pass the girl.

Zhuo Leng couldn't deny Fu Shaoxun, he didn't take it seriously, and also glanced at An Xinran who was leaning on Chi Wenxiu, his biggest obstacle.

An Xinran raised her chin, her eyes looked serious, but her tone was relaxed, and she asked unintentionally, "Mom, how do you feel about Uncle Zhuo?"

"You, Uncle Zhuo, are a good man. He has helped mom a few times abroad, and is a friend of mom." Chi Wenxiu replied calmly.

An Xinran didn't see other feelings in Chi Wenxiu's eyes, and felt relieved, it seemed that Chi Wenxiu was special to Zhuo Leng because of gratitude.

Thinking of this, An Xinran let go of her prejudice against Zhuo Leng a lot. As long as Chi Wenxiu doesn't like Zhuo Leng, Zhuo Leng can only be regarded as a one-sided word.

The man in the kitchen listened to what the two said.

"It seems that my mother-in-law doesn't have any thoughts about you." Fu Shaoxun kept stirring the vegetables in his hands, his thin lips slightly parted, and the corners of his mouth curled up. No matter how you looked at it, he felt that he was gloating.

In an instant, Zhuo Leng and Fu Shaoxun switched places, Zhuo Leng was cooking, and Fu Shaoxun was preparing the ingredients for the next dish.

"It's just a matter of time." Zhuo Leng is very confident in his charisma, and he believes that Chi Wenxiu has feelings for him, and he just doesn't want to admit it.

His purpose of returning to the country was to force her to admit it.

"Of course, Mom asks you, why are you targeting your Uncle Zhuo everywhere today? Is there something about him that makes you unhappy?" Chi Wenxiu was the first to think that it would definitely not be An Xinran's problem. In the bottom of her heart, her daughter It is the most important, the most sensible, and will not treat others badly for no reason.

An Xinran curled her lips, naturally it was impossible to speak out what was in her heart, and changed the subject, "No, Uncle Zhuo helped you a few times, I am grateful to him."

"Mom, tell me about your acquaintance with Uncle Zhuo, I want to know." An Xinran acted like a baby under Chi Wenxiu's suspicious eyes.

Chi Wenxiu didn't mean to mention it, "It's a long story about me and Uncle Zhuo, I'll tell you slowly in the future, I'm going to eat soon, and you don't want the story to end after you've heard half of it."

Chi Wenxiu was well aware of An Xinran's temperament, so she deliberately didn't want to hear half of it. He wanted to finish it, just like a story, he had to read it to the end, otherwise he would keep thinking about it.

Sure enough, An Xinran didn't continue to ask, and wanted to find some free time to ask.

"It seems that your experience with my mother-in-law is very unbearable, and the mother-in-law doesn't want to mention it." Fu Shaoxun coldly hooked his thin lips, and hit him.

Zhuo Leng's self-confidence made him an eyesore. When he and An Xinran were together at first, he occasionally worried about gains and losses and had too many worries. Fu Shaoxun would never admit that he did not have Zhuo Leng's confidence.

Zhuo Ling's peach-blossom-eyed smile was deep, and her fingertips walked up and down the cabbage, "The first meeting is the best memory, how can I say it is unbearable, because she is not willing to share it, it shows that she has my place in her heart."

The two men were in the kitchen angrily confronting each other, and the undercurrent was surging, which did not hinder the movements of their hands.

There is no gap between men in emotional communication, just like Fu Shaoxun and Zhuo Leng, counting it as the second meeting, they can fight each other without getting angry.

"Is the meal ready? My mother is hungry." An Xinran ran to the kitchen and asked, secretly touching her flat stomach.

Fu Shaoxun looked fondly at An Xinran, whose eyes were shining brightly, and did not expose her little lie.

Zhuo Leng wanted to please An Xinran wholeheartedly, let alone say it stupidly.

"The last dish, you go call mom." Fu Shaoxun put the dishes in the pot on the plate, and responded, also preempting Zhuo Leng's trend of asking for credit.

"Okay." An Xinran briskly ran away.

After a while, the dishes were served, and An Xinran pulled Chi Wenxiu to sit down at the table.

"Can we eat?" An Xinran can forget everything as soon as he comes across food.

"Eat slowly." Fu Shaoxun put a bowl of rice in front of An Xinran, and Chi Wenxiu couldn't interfere with Zhuo Leng.

Fu Shaoxun also intentionally gave Zhuo Leng a chance, but the result was not something he considered.

"Wenxiu." Zhuo Leng handed Chi Wenxiu a full bowl, and An Xinran was slightly stunned. Her mother always had a small appetite and didn't like to waste. Every time An Xinran served more than her limit, she would get angry.

An Xinran raised the corners of her lips, as if withdrawing from Fu Shaoxun's gloating expression.

Highlighting Chi Wenxiu's expectation, Chi Wenxiu took it as usual, as if it had been staged thousands of times.

"Mom, can you eat?" An Xinran stuttered in shock.

Chi Wenxiu nodded lightly, and Zhuo Leng, who was sitting beside her, responded, "Your mother is a normal meal abroad, and you can eat more."

An Xinran's dislike for Zhuo Leng came back to her distress, as if her beloved was taken away by others, and her appetite disappeared instantly, but she couldn't let her mother see the clue.

An Xinran poked at the rice and ate it in small bites, her mind drifting away.

Fu Shaoxun's eyes sank, and he gave Zhuo Leng a warning look. Zhuo Leng had no idea what was going on, and his simple sentence could offend the little ancestor.

After all, the meal was over, An Xinran couldn't wait to take Chi Wenxiu for a walk, and left Zhuo Leng to Fu Shaoxun to deal with.

She absolutely can't let her mother stay with this man any longer, it's hard to guarantee that her mother won't suddenly lose control and fall into his trap.

From An Xinran's point of view, Zhuo Leng is just a big bad wolf, and her mother is a little sheep who can be eaten if she is not careful.

"Mom, are you full? Will you be full?" An Xinran still didn't believe that Chi Wenxiu could eat so much, and suspected that she was stuffing it.

Chi Wenxiu smiled gently, "No, it's just right. Mom has a good appetite recently. She has nothing to worry about. She is carefree and her appetite is fine."

An Xinran couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw her mother smile so easily from the heart like now, it was very beautiful.

With a heartbeat, An Xinran hugged Chi Wenxiu and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mom, it's all my fault for making you suffer."

"Stupid child, if it weren't for you, Mom wouldn't be able to survive." Chi Wenxiu thought of Father An whom he met during the day, and his disgust flashed, "Mom, the luckiest thing in this life is to have you, you are God's gift." I leave the best gift."

An Xinran's pure eyes sparkled, and she hugged Chi Wenxiu even tighter.

"Of course, well, I can let go of my mother and go for a walk." Chi Wenxiu found that something seemed to be missing, "Of course, Nirvana, why haven't I seen it for a long time."

"Nirvana is in Fu Zhai, where my parents are." When it comes to Nirvana, An Xinran misses it a little bit, she hasn't seen it for a long time, and she doesn't know how it is, whether it will be round like a ball.

Chi Wenxiu and An Xinran were walking in the garden, Chi Wenxiu patted the back of An Xinran's hand, and said softly, "Mom will come over tomorrow."

Forget it, Chi Wenxiu continued: "You should pay a visit when you come back. This is a courtesy."

In the living room, after the kitchen was finished, Fu Shaoxun and Zhuo Leng stared at each other, the inflated aura was intertwined, one was expressionless, the other was smiling all the time, hiding a sharp knife.

"You can go." Fu Shaoxun slightly opened his thin lips, and issued an order to chase away guests. He would not be polite if he made his woman unhappy.

Zhuo Leng's smiling face froze, and he raised his eyes and looked around slightly, "Don't you even have a room for entertaining guests?"

"No." Fu Shaoxun replied crisply, without any intention of keeping Zhuo Leng overnight.

The corners of Zhuo Ling's mouth trembled, he didn't want to play word games with Fu Shaoxun any more, and expressed his thoughts, "If I want to stay here, just rent it to me, and you can set the price as you like."

Fu Shaoxun doesn't know Zhuo Leng's identity. Judging from his speech, Fu Shaoxun doesn't think that Zhuo Leng is a simple owner of a French restaurant. However, he doesn't see a sense of crisis from him. As long as he doesn't hurt him People around me, everything is easy to talk about.

As for staying overnight, there is still no way!
If he was allowed to stay, his little wife might not know how to make trouble with him.

"I can't help, I'm not a hotel here." Fu Shaoxun crossed his long and slender legs, "If you want to stay, you can."

"You have the conditions." Zhuo Leng smiled deeply, as if no matter what kind of jumping Fu Shaoxun proposed, he would be satisfied.

Fu Shaoxun crossed his fingers, propped his chin, and said unhurriedly: "There are many hotels under my Fu family, you can choose any one, as long as you don't live here."

Zhuo Leng: "..."

He didn't think it was a joke, cold, very cold.

"What I'm interested in is gain, not loss." Zhuo Ling raised his charming eyes, "President Fu, have you ever heard that it's easy to invite God, but difficult to send God?"

Who would have known that two men with illustrious identities in the world, two men who were extremely wealthy, were fighting a war of words over a single room.

An Xinran accompanied Chi Wenxiu back to the living room, seeing that Zhuo Leng was still there, her good mood disappeared instantly.

Staring at Fu Shaoxun and asking about the situation, she was still dragging Chi Wenxiu around the garden, just to give Fu Shaoxun enough time to send Zhuo Leng away.

Zhuo Ling didn't seem to see An Xinran's displeasure, stood up and smiled sincerely, which in An Xinran's eyes was a fake smile.

"Mr. Fu felt that it was not safe for me to stay outside when I just came to China." Zhuo Leng glanced at Fu Shaoxun, "He doesn't even charge Mr. Fu's accommodation fee. He is a rare kind person."