Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

"Mommy, I want to eat this."

Xiao Bao's crisp words interrupted Murong Qiqing.

"Which one?" Murong Qiqing didn't care about answering Song Zifang's question, she lowered her head and asked Xiaobao in a soft voice.

Murong Qiqing's expression was clearly looking at her own child, Song Zifang didn't know what to think, and her complexion became more and more unhappy.

"The green one." Xiaobao pointed to the shelf, Murong Qiqing thought about it, picked out a pack and threw it into the shopping cart.

"You can only eat one bag." Xiaobao usually eats a healthy diet, and every time he eats something with good nutrition, Ouyang Haoxuan raises his baby very scientifically. In the past, Ouyang Haoxuan's family could not see such junk food at all. Murong After Qiqing became a nanny, she would often hide some junk food at home, and give Xiaobao a bite to taste occasionally.

Xiaobao watched helplessly, Murong Qiqing had no resistance to Xiaobao's request at all, and finally could only pretend to be serious and tell Xiaobao that he could only eat one bag.

Xiaobao nodded hurriedly.

"Xiaoqing, this is your son? When did you have a son?" Song Zifang's voice was a little excited, and she looked at Murong Qiqing in disbelief.

Song Zifang had noticed Murong Qiqing since Murong Qiqing arrived at the hospital, but she had never heard of Murong Qiqing having a child.

"Doctor Song, you misunderstood, I am Xiaobao's nanny." Murong Qiqing laughed dryly, no one would believe such an explanation, after all Xiaobao said "Mommy".

"Nanny?" Song Zifang's expression was a little distorted, and he even felt that Murong Qiqing was talking nonsense with her eyes open. Let's not talk about the child calling her mommy, but the two look so similar, it's not the mother and son's fault.

"Yeah, if Dr. Song has nothing to do, I'll leave first." 36 It's best to leave, anyway, no matter how you explain the current situation, Song Zifang probably won't believe it, so Murong Qiqing simply doesn't explain.

"Wait, Qiqing, you have so many things, I'll give them to you." Murong Qiqing had already pushed the cart to check out, and Song Zifang chased after her again.

"No need, Doctor Song, I can just go back by myself." Murong Qiqing shook her head, subconsciously rejecting other people's help.

"Thank you Uncle Song, my dad will be here later, dad will take us back." Xiaobao blinked, was carried out of the shopping cart by Murong Qiqing, and said obediently with his head raised.

"Well... okay, Qiqing, then I'll take you to the entrance of the supermarket." Song Zifang raised his eyebrows to hide his embarrassment.

"No need, Mr. Song." Ouyang Haoxuan took Murong Qiqing's shopping cart with one hand, put his arm around Murong Qiqing's shoulder with the other, and stood beside Murong Qiqing as an absolute protector.

For Ouyang Haoxuan, Song Zifang still has an impression of when Murong Qiqing got involved with this person.

"Mr. Ouyang, it's a pleasure to meet you." Song Zifang straightened his clothes and stretched out his hand to Ouyang Haoxuan.

"Doctor Song, nice to meet you."

Ouyang Haoxuan smiled slightly, and the two men held hands, with a hint of competition. Ouyang Haoxuan's hand was very strong, and the back of Song Zifang's hand was red with the naked eye, but I don't know where Song Zifang pinched it. Ouyang Haoxuan Eat pain relieved.

The two greeted each other with smiles, without any disturbance on their faces.

"I've heard of Mr. Ouyang's name for a long time. I'm really honored today. Mr. Ouyang founded the European Style Group at a young age, and Song admires it." Song Zifang's eyes were dim, and he was talking about Ouyang Haoxuan, but his eyes did not leave Murong Qiqing.

Ouyang Haoxuan snorted coldly, tightened his arms around Murong Qiqing, and pulled Murong Qiqing into his arms.

"Isn't Dr. Song also young and promising? You can hear Dr. Song's name everywhere in the hospital, but I didn't expect to meet him here." Ouyang Haoxuan has already held a grudge against those who dared to spy on him.

"Is it predestined? Isn't that right? By the way, Xiao Qing, remember to come to the hospital tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Auntie's condition has made new progress. I want to talk to you." Song Zifang really knew the key points. Qing broke free from Ouyang Haoxuan's arms all at once.

"My mother's condition..." Murong Qiqing asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Auntie's condition is very stable, but there are still some things I need to communicate with you." Song Zifang tucked a strand of Murong Qiqing's hair behind her ear, with a slightly intimate gesture.

"That's good. I'll come to the hospital tomorrow. I'll trouble you, Dr. Song." Murong Qiqing smiled and expressed her gratitude.

"If you still see me like this, I'll wait for you at the hospital tomorrow." Song Zifang stepped back a few steps, distanced himself, and smiled like a gentleman.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Murong Qiqing didn't notice Ouyang Haoxuan's already dark face, and waved to Song Zifang.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll treat you to dinner when I have time next time." Song Zifang glanced at Ouyang Haoxuan with a slight provocation.

"Okay... okay Dr. Song, see you another day." Murong Qiqing panicked, and answered Song Zifang without thinking about it.

After Song Zifang left, Murong Qiqing realized that the atmosphere between her and Ouyang Haoxuan was a bit subtle.

"You want to have dinner with Song Zifang?" Ouyang Haoxuan's voice was so strange that Murong Qiqing's back felt cold.

"It's that uncle who has been pestering Mommy, Dad." The caring little padded jacket Xiaobao appeared in time and rescued Murong Qiqing.

"No, Dr. Song is my mother's attending doctor."

Murong Qiqing scolded herself secretly, explaining what?
"Really?" Ouyang Haoxuan's voice was cold.

Murong Qiqing didn't dare to turn her head, she took Xiaobao by one hand and walked behind.

After paying the bill, Ouyang Haoxuan carried a bag in one hand, Murong Qiqing thought of the bag on Ouyang Haoxuan's back, and stepped forward to share one. The things in the bag were quite heavy, and she didn't know that Ouyang Haoxuan Can I lift heavy things now?

"Give me one." Murong Qiqing stretched out her hand to take a shopping bag.

"Murong Qiqing." Ouyang Haoxuan stopped suddenly, Murong Qiqing stopped her feet and bumped into Ouyang Haoxuan's broad back.

"..." Murong Qiqing's heart skipped a beat, Ouyang Haoxuan's eyes were a bit "scary"...

"You are not allowed to get so close to other men in the future, do you hear me?" Ouyang Haoxuan said seriously.

"Ah?" Murong Qiqing's brain short-circuited and she didn't react.

"What's so good about that Doctor Song? Could it be better than me?" Ouyang Haoxuan laughed angrily at Murong Qiqing's reaction, and took a step forward, Murong Qiqing felt even more oppressive.

"No, no, you misunderstood, Dr. Song and I are just friends." Murong Qiqing bent back slightly, put her hands on Ouyang Haoxuan's chest, and said incoherently.

"It's fine if you don't have one." The oppressive feeling on her body suddenly disappeared, Murong Qiqing blinked her eyes, Ouyang Haoxuan had already walked towards the car and put all his things in the trunk.

"Go home." Murong Qiqing came over, Ouyang Haoxuan placed Xiaobao on the back seat, opened the car door for Murong Qiqing, and then sat in the driver's seat.