Marriage is exciting: Huo Shao spoils his wife as soon as possible

Jian Yao's heart was very disturbed, she felt that the relationship between Feng Zixin and Huo Jinming was not good, if she really agreed to go to Feng's, he might be angry.

But, she wants freedom and work.

Both sets of eyes looked at her, making her even more embarrassed, Jian Yao coughed lightly, got up and left.

"Ms. Jane, think about it carefully."

Feng Zixin smiled warmly and politely, warming the sun like a spring breeze, "The conditions I give are definitely the best."

Jian Yao nodded, greeted Ling Yuan, and walked out of the ward.

As soon as she left, Ling Yuan coldly looked at Feng Zixin.

"President Feng, I want an explanation."

He said softly, crossing his fingers together, "Why did you let Yaoyao come to work in our company?"

"Don't you want to?"

Feng Zixin asked back, taking a cigarette lazily.

The faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the ward, Ling Yuan was not disgusted, frowned, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box next to him, and lit it for himself.

The two men smoked silently and did not speak, Feng Zixin spit out the cigarette from his mouth.

"You are still the same. You want her to work in the company, but you are worried that she will be angry."

Feeling sorry for the fragrance and cherishing the jade like this made me feel wronged.

Ling Yuan didn't make a sound, just smoked the cigarette in his hand, and waited until he finished smoking a cigarette, then he looked at Feng Zixin again.

Amidst the smog, Feng Zixin's face was blurred and erratic.

"I don't want to hurt her, if I make her sad because of me, I'd rather I never existed."

This is his heart.

"Mr. Feng, I know that you want Yaoyao to come to our company not just because of me, but I hope you think twice and don't drag Yaoyao into the fight between you and Huo Jinming."

When the words fell to the ground, the cigarette in Feng Zixin's hand trembled, and sparks scattered in the air.

Did he understand his own mind?
Feng Zixin frowned tightly, looking at Ling Yuan carefully.

Dull eyes crisscrossed in the air, Ling Yuan didn't make a sound, but pursed his lips tightly.

He calmly allowed Feng Zixin to look up and down. Finally, Feng Zixin stubbed out the cigarette and stood up.

"Jian Yao is blessed to have a man like you guarding her."

The door of the ward was closed, and the air returned to calm. Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, Ling Yuan closed his eyes tiredly.

Yaoyao, that's all I can do.

When Jian Yao went back, Xiao Yuchen had just finished school. Seeing Jian Yao's familiar figure at the school gate, Xiao Yuchen had a cheerful smile on his face.

"Mummy!"

He flew into Jian Yao's arms, looked up at her with a small face, "I really thought you didn't care about me."

Ever since Jian Yao said that she was going to work, Xiao Yuchen felt uneasy in her heart, always thinking that she was going to be abandoned by her mother.

Now seeing that Jian Yao still came to pick him up and accompany him, he felt relieved.

Rubbing her son's little head, Jian Yao took him home.

When they got home, Huo Jinming had already returned, Li Ma was leading people busy in the kitchen, Jian Yao didn't say a word, and took Xiao Yuchen to the bedroom to change clothes.

The mother and son came out in parent-child attire. They were fluffy like two pandas, one big and one small. They looked so round and cute that one couldn't help but want to hug them tightly.

Li Ma laughed and joked while kneading the dough.

"Where is this national treasure that escaped from!"

The dough in her hand felt extremely soft, Jian Yao smiled and glanced at the toaster prepared beside her, went to wash her hands, and came to help Mama Li.

Xiao Yuchen loves to eat cakes and baked pastries the most, and Mama Li must be busy all this time because of him.

Seeing Jian Yao's intervention, Li Ma's eyes revealed a look of astonishment, and then retreated aside knowingly.

The cake was ready very quickly, Jian Yao brought over the cream prepared by Li Ma who was next to her, and planned to spread the cream on the cake.

Li's mother hurriedly stopped her, with a solemn expression, "Young Madam, don't dare to put on cream, Mr. Huo doesn't eat cream, it will hurt your stomach if you eat it."

Eating butter will cause bad stomach?

Jian Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the physiques of the father and son were indeed different from others, one was allergic to shrimp, and the other felt stomach upset after eating butter.

As expected of the Huo family's blood, the eccentric eating habits have been passed down from generation to generation.

But why can't this cake be buttered?

Jian Yao has never seen Huo Jinming take the initiative to eat a cake, and if it is for Xiao Yuchen, he will not stop him.

Is it...

Ji Lingling shuddered, and Jian Yao suddenly put down the knife in her hand.

"Is this cake made for Huo Jinming?"

"Yeah, it's his birthday today."

Li's mother replied in a low voice, "But Mr. Huo himself doesn't want to celebrate. I'm going to make him a cake to make him happy, so that he can celebrate his birthday."

Huo Jinming is a low-key and steady person, he never tells others about his birthday.

In his words, eating and messing around with the idea of ​​celebrating a birthday is actually a very serious wasteful behavior.

After hearing Mama Li's words, Jian Yao couldn't help but fell into a new panic.

She didn't prepare anything. On her birthday last time, he gave her a big diamond necklace, but this time for his birthday, she was empty-handed.

I can't get over it both emotionally and rationally.

Thinking of this, Jian Yao sighed, resigned her mind to the cake.

Since he didn't buy a gift, let's make a cake by himself. I hope he doesn't care so much for the sake of her sincerity.

When she brought the cake out, Jian Yao felt uneasy. Her pastry skills were actually very poor, and she had not undergone formal study and training at all.

Being able to make the cake look like a cake is really a climax of her technique.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Although Huo Jinming's face was cold and expressionless, his son Xiao Yuchen still took pride in it. Smelling the delicious cake, he praised Jian Yao with a smile.

The son was so supportive, Jian Yao was so determined, she cut the cake with a smile.

"Today is your father's birthday. I made this cake myself. I wish him a happy birthday."

"Really, mommy is really kind to daddy."

Xiao Yuchen blinked, "When it's Yuchen's birthday, can Mommy make a cake for Yuchen?"

"Of course I can."

Jian Yao gently squeezed his face, and handed him the cake.

Seeing his son started to eat the cake, Huo Jinming raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to say something, a delicious cake was delivered to him.

Her white and slender hands trembled a little while holding the plate. He followed the plate and looked at her. She lowered her head slightly, but stubbornly handed the plate to him.

"You have a piece of cake."

Jian Yao whispered, "Happy birthday."

Huo Jinming didn't speak, he sat on the sofa and didn't move for a long time, Jian Yao's heart became cold again.

It's because she thinks too highly of herself.

She was just a tool for her to use to give Xiao Yuchen enough maternal love. If he didn't have the identity of his biological mother, he wouldn't have looked at her more.