Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 1527 Auntie, you are too close to my father

"Mom... Mom, don't drive me away! Mrs. Tang, I was wrong, please don't drive me away, please, I don't want to go out to sell wine."

Lan Weiwei also sold wine before, so she naturally knew that selling wine was not easy, so she persuaded: "Mother Chen, forget it, I can let this matter go by."

"Weiwei, thank you."

"Forget it, it's just some trivial matters. Let's go and have breakfast." Tang Ruochen hugged Lan Weiwei and was about to leave when he found Chen Xiaoxiao's eyes staring at him, unable to recover for a long time.

Chen Ma forcefully pulled her away, and said to Tang Ruochen, "Mr. Tang, breakfast is ready, and Master Xiaoxuan is already downstairs."

"Oh, by the way, there is a shirt in the closet that is wrinkled, please help me wash it again."

"Okay." Chen Ma replied quickly.

When Chen Xiaoxiao heard the words, she rushed in front of Chen Ma: "I'll do it, Mr. Tang, I'll do it."

So, she skillfully opened the closet, picked up the shirt, and took a sniff on the tip of her nose after everyone had left. She was very intoxicated, and felt that the smell on Tang Ruochen's body must be better.

Lan Weiwei went downstairs with her belly outstretched, seeing that Tang Ruochen's face was not looking well, she held his face and asked, "What's the matter, are you sick?"

Tang Ruochen held her hand and kissed her on the tip of his lips: "It's okay."

At this moment, Chen Ma said, "I'll make porridge."

"Let me do it."

"Let me do it."

This sentence was said by Lan Weiwei and Chen Xiaoxiao at the same time. Seeing that Tang Ruochen was sick, Lan Weiwei wanted to serve him a bowl of porridge herself, but when Chen Xiaoxiao caught up, Lan Weiwei felt a little unhappy, but Tang Ruochen Feeling sorry for her big belly, how could she let her serve porridge, and held her hand: "Just let the nanny come."

The moment the porridge was placed in front of Tang Ruochen, Chen Xiaoxiao said softly, "Mr. Tang, drink your porridge while it's hot. My mother boiled it for you. It's good for your stomach. Did you catch a cold and sweat? That's it."

"Thank you."

At that time, Chen Ma was still washing clothes and did not see this scene.

On the contrary, Lan Weiwei was extremely uncomfortable seeing Chen Xiaoxiao staring at Tang Ruochen all the time, Tang Xiaoxuan said displeased: "Auntie, you are too close to my father, you go get me a bowl of porridge, I want to drink it too."

When Chen Xiaoxiao heard the words, she responded awkwardly: "Oh, okay, I'll go to Sheng now."

But Lan Weiwei is such a strong person, picked up the porridge on the table, blew on it, and fed it to Tang Ruochen with a spoon: "I'll feed you."

Lan Weiwei is rarely so gentle, Tang Ruochen obediently took a sip, and the two looked at each other with a smile. It happened that Chen Xiaoxiao came out of the kitchen, saw this scene and walked up to snatch the bowl from Lan Weiwei's hand: "Mrs. My mother made the porridge, I know how to eat it, so let me feed Mr. Tang."

"Could it be that the porridge you feed with a spoon tastes different from the porridge my mother feeds with a spoon?" Tang Xiaoxuan asked her with a blank look.

Lan Weiwei also stared at Chen Xiaoxiao amusedly, thinking that this woman is too direct, right?
I only heard Chen Xiaoxiao laughing: "Of course, I know how to feed you. I will feed you, Mr. Tang. It is good for your health to drink some hot porridge when you are sick."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ruochen glanced at her expressionlessly: "Put it down."

Chen Xiaoxiao froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"Put down the porridge." Tang Ruochen's voice was indifferent, decisive, and uncompromising.

It was the first time Chen Xiaoxiao saw that Tang Ruochen was so indifferent when he became so indifferent, she was so frightened that she quickly put down the porridge. Tang Ruochen picked up the porridge in displeasure, and blew softly: "I'll feed you."

(End of this chapter)