The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

Nangong Che got into the car, and the crowd dispersed immediately, making way for Chen Yaoran's car.

Nangong Che looked at this scene in disbelief, oh my god—what's going on?

Nangong Che looked at the group of originally crazy women outside the window, and when they saw Chen Yaoran, they turned into reserved ladies one by one, standing there from a distance, either full of affection, or infatuatedly looking forward to the capital just standing there far away Look, no one made a disrespectful move.

"This... this is..." Nangong Che murmured speechlessly.

Xixi proudly said on the side: "Look, this is the difference. My dad's fans are all qualified and reserved people!" After speaking, she winked at Nangong Che, expressing contempt.

Nangong Che finally understood that he was completely despised by a child today, so he thought of the meaning of teasing.

"Your father is old and not popular anymore, so he is not as popular as Shu Shu. It is obvious that no one chased your father just now!" Nangong Che said, wanting to see how Xixi would respond.

Xixi turned her face away, ignored him, and said to Chen Yaoran who was driving: "Dad, you must not be familiar with this sorghum, right? Dad will not know such a sorghum."

"Yes, I don't know him well." Chen Yaoran continued to make up the knife.

Nangong Che was so wronged by the joint attack of his father and daughter, so he could only open his eyes and show cuteness to Xixi and stopped talking.

Seeing Nangong Che's appearance, Xixi sighed: "Hey! Uncle, you can't help it if you look at me like this, Xixi can't help you share half of your wisdom..."

Nangong Che: ...

The car parked in the yard of the villa, and they went back to their own home.Chen Yaoran parked the car, carried Xixi out of the car, and walked into the house together.

Then he helped Xixi take off her schoolbag, took some fresh cherries from the refrigerator and asked Xixi to put some on it, then put on her apron, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Nangong Che ignored it the whole time.

What did Nangong Che come here today to persuade Nangong Ming?So of course he will not give up easily.

Turn around and follow Chen Yaoran into the kitchen.

Chen Yaoran had already taken off his coat, and now he was only wearing a pure white shirt, with his muscle lines printed perfectly inside, and he was wearing an apron, with a strong daddy temperament.

It has to be said that even a man like him feels handsome when he sees him like this.

Nangong Che walked to Chen Yaoran's left, ready to speak, "Brother Gong Ming..."

"Peel the onion" Chen Yaoran threw an onion to Nangong Che, Nangong Che took it in his hand and peeled it while continuing to say: "Actually, Brother Gong Ming, I came here just to tell you...say..."

The onion juice in Nangong Che's hand splashed into his eyes from time to time, and he had to wipe away the tears with his sleeve from time to time.

What he wanted to say to Chen Yaoran, he faltered and didn't say a complete sentence in the end. He just wiped his tears and occasionally sneezed.

By the time Nangong Che peeled off a whole onion, Chen Yaoran's dinner was almost ready. There were three dishes of stir-fry, one cold salad, one plate of sweet and sour fish, and one was stewing soup.

Nangong Che blinked and blinked, but he still hadn't realized how Chen Yaoran made so many things.

In the end, I found that the onion I had painstakingly peeled... was not used... Nangong Che really wanted to cry!Obviously, what he wanted to do when he came here, his senior brother already knew it, otherwise how could he not give him a good face from the beginning!