Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

Zhang Mo'er laughed and patted the little guy's head, "Who taught you this?"

The little guy said with a look of resentment: "Who told you not to get married, I am worried for you."

"You children don't care about the affairs of adults."

The little guy sighed, "Okay, then I won't take care of you today, I'll take care of you another day."

Zhang Mo'er held back her laughter, and went up to watch Shen Rongche make candied haws.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Mo'er looked like patrolling, and Shen Rongche pointed to the hawthorn next to him.

"It's skewered."

Zhang Mo'er curled her lips, she came here in a rush to do coolies.

"How much?"

She thought that the little guy couldn't eat so much by himself, and probably only needed a few skewers.

"Look at the speed of your skewer, or my hand."

Shen Rongche pursed his lips and looked back at Zhang Mo'er with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Mo'er raised her eyebrows, is this man giving her a discharge?
"You guys are busy, I'm going to watch cartoons."

The little guy stood behind and saw that the two ignored him.

I deeply realized that I was a light bulb, so I went to watch cartoons silently.

In this day and age, you have to watch your parents play dogs and mothers at every turn, and the little guy said that he is really a little sour.

Zhang Mo'er glanced back at the little guy, and said, "There is food in the refrigerator, take it out and eat it yourself."

"understood!"

While pressing the remote control, the little guy opened the refrigerator, brought a stool, jumped on it nimbly, and looked into the refrigerator for what was there.

Finding that it was something he didn't like, or that he couldn't eat, the little guy silently closed the door of the refrigerator.

"Okay, I'm hungry!"

The little guy yelled at the two people in the kitchen.

Zhang Mo'er poked her head out, "Drink the milk first, we'll be fine soon."

The little guy hung his head to get the milk.

Shen Rongche was at the side, seeing that Zhang Mo'er's attention was all attracted by the little guy.

Some taste, "You dote on your child too much."

"Xiao Yi is so cute, I can't hold back."

Shen Rongche is helpless, cute?

It seems that it is wrong for him to be handsome, he should be cute.

Together, the two of them quickly made the candied haws.

Shen Rongche also fried two side dishes by the way.

Taking advantage of the little guy watching TV outside, Zhang Mo'er hugged Shen Rongche's waist from behind.

"Ache, I found that you are a treasure!"

Shen Rongche pursed his lips, feeling the warmth from behind.

Turn around and put Zhang Mo'er around her.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Zhang Mo'er said solemnly: "Look at you, it seems that you can do everything. In terms of construction, you can be my teacher, make money, support the family, and cook so well. Do you think I have accumulated blessings in my previous life? I just met you?"

"I have accumulated blessings in my previous life."

Shen Rongche touched Zhang Mo'er's face with a smile on his face.

"Tut tsk tsk, you two, do you want to be so tired?"

The little guy didn't know when he was already leaning on the door frame, leaning over to look at them.

"do you have any opinion?"

Shen Rongche said lightly.

The little guy shook his head, "No problem, as long as you are happy."

Zhang Mo'er left Shen Rongche's embrace a little embarrassed, and went to hug the little guy.

"Stop watching cartoons?"

"The cartoons are not as good as the idol dramas in your kitchen."

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about!"

Zhang Mo'er didn't expect that the little guy could say all sorts of messy things out of his mouth, and pretended to be angry.

The little guy squinted his eyes, and whispered in Zhang Mo'er's ear, "Mo'er, I like to see you bothering, so please be more active after the meeting."

Zhang Mo'er patted the little guy's butt, "What are you talking about, go eat."

Putting the little guy down, the little guy immediately ran to the dining table and sat down obediently.

Shen Rongche brought the candied haws to the table, and the little guy reached out to take it without even thinking about it.

"Let it cool down before eating, eat first."

The little guy pouted, "But I just want to eat this."

"If you talk nonsense again, I will throw it away."

Shen Rongche threatened the little guy.

"What a bad man, I want to speak ill of you in front of Mo'er!"

The little guy muttered dissatisfiedly in front of Shen Rongche.

Shen Rongche acted as if he didn't hear, and ate in silence.

The little guy occupied Zhang Mo'er the whole time and deliberately provoked Shen Rongche.

However, Shen Rongche acted as if nothing happened, eating his meal silently.

Zhang Mo'er found out that the little guy was very fussy after he came out of the hospital, at least ten times more noisy than usual.

The little guy is so proud of being favored and spoiled that he can't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Shen Rongche put down his chopsticks when he was full, and the little guy was still eating candied haws.

"Don't eat too much, pay attention to your body."

The little guy didn't take it seriously, "I know my body, it's just a few bunches of candied haws, they can't do anything to me."

This time Shen Rongche didn't speak, but Zhang Mo'er did.

"You can't eat too much, too much sugar, it's not good for your teeth."

After the little guy ate the last one, he put down the stick.

"I know Mo'er, I'll listen to you."

The little guy's cute face was so cute that Zhang Mo'er couldn't help but poke on the little guy's face.

Shen Rongche couldn't stand it anymore.

"Where do you want to go this afternoon?"

This question was for the little guy. In order to prevent the little guy from continuing to exude charm, he started to interject.

Zhang Mo'er thought for a while, "How about we go to the art gallery?"

Since you are in Italy, it is still a good choice to visit art galleries and cultivate your sentiments.

Shen Rongche has no objection, anyway, he is just a driver and escort.

The little guy rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement. "I'm going to the art gallery, too."

Zhang Mo'er smiled and patted the little guy's head, "Then let's go to the art gallery."

The little guy bounced around and dragged Zhang Mo'er upstairs to change clothes.

Shen Rongche was sitting downstairs drinking coffee.

By the time Zhang Mo'er and the others came down, half an hour had passed.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Mo'er hugged the little guy and walked in front of Shen Rongche, her face was full of joy.

Shen Rongche nodded and took the little guy over.

"I hug him."

"No, I want to be with Mo'er."

The little guy refused.

Shen Rongche glanced over, and said lightly: "You are too heavy, it will make her tired."

Zhang Mo'er waved her hand, "Not tired, Xiao Yi is so light, how could he be tired."

When the little guy heard that Zhang Mo'er would be tired, he quickly changed his words, "I want Uncle Shen to hug you, Mo'er, you should rest."

Shen Rongche successfully took the little guy and squeezed his buttocks.

This is considered revenge for the little guy's bad words about himself in front of Zhang Mo'er.

The little guy whispered in Shen Rongche's ear: "You hurt me, how can you avenge yourself like this!"

Shen Rongche whispered, "You asked for it."

The three arrived at the art museum, but Zhang Mo'er ran into an old acquaintance.