Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

She simply parked her car in a parking space on the side of the road and took a taxi back to the community.

I met several neighbors in the community and looked at her in surprise when they saw her wearing a man's shirt and trousers.

Did you see that the red mark on her neck was clearly chewed by a man? A middle-aged woman said, Tsk, tsk, she's still wearing a man's clothes. She must have done nothing good last night...

Isn't that Miss Cheng? The security guard pointed to the high-rise building in front. She lives on the 28th floor. She is single with a four-year-old son. She must have found a boyfriend. I heard that she has been single for four years. It’s time to find a partner...

You just changed your shift this morning, right? The security guard on duty yesterday told me that Yan Shiting, the president of Thunder Group, drove a luxury car to pick her up yesterday. The car was very cool, an Aston Martin, and the license plate was five or eight...

And this matter, Miss Cheng has finally joined a wealthy family... Suddenly, several people in the community gathered together...

Cheng Yingxuan got out of the elevator, took out the key from her bag and opened the door. Cheng Xiaobao's little body rushed towards her, Mom, I miss you so much!

I miss you too. She knelt down and kissed her son's tender face, Did you listen to Aunt Wang last night and be good?

Mom, why are you coaxing like a three-year-old child... Cheng Xiaobao muttered dissatisfied, I'm very good.

She touched his little head and said, You were only four years old.

I have the IQ of a seven or eight-year-old, okay? Cheng Xiaobao said like a young adult, I will grow up soon and will take care of you in the future!

You brat, I'll be happy if you don't let me worry about it. She closed the door and put her bag and keys on the shoe cabinet. She glanced at the table, where there was a pot of slightly mushy porridge and a pile of pickles. This is……

Mom, this is the breakfast I cooked for you. Xiaobao lowered his head in embarrassment, It's overcooked...

Cheng Yingxuan felt moved in her heart, it was better for her son.

Aunt Wang has already gone to buy breakfast. Xiaobao said, Mustard breakfast is not good for your stomach. Mom, please wait a little longer, and Aunt Wang will be back.

It's okay, I'll eat what Xiaobao cooked. She went to the refrigerator to get two cartons of milk, sat down at the table, picked up a bowl and filled the porridge, and put it into her mouth one spoon at a time.

Mom, don't eat... Xiaobao shook her arm.

It's okay, Xiaobao cooked breakfast for me for the first time, how could I not eat it. She smiled slightly and looked at her son lovingly. Maybe because she was exhausted last night, she was really hungry, and even the porridge felt delicious.

But... Xiaobao hesitated.

It won't hurt your stomach. I won't eat the mushy ones. Just eat the non-mushy ones. You can just eat the breakfast Aunt Wang will buy later...

Mom and I will eat together. Xiaobao also filled a bowl for himself.

Cheng Yingxuan felt sorry for her son. After thinking about it, it didn't matter if the porridge was a little mushy, so she shared the mushy porridge with milk with Xiaobao.

After breakfast, Xiaobao took the initiative to clear away the dishes.

Cheng Yingxuan felt that she really gave birth to a good son. He knew how to do things for her at such a young age and would feel sorry for her.

After putting the bowl in the kitchen, Xiaobao frowned and looked at Cheng Yingxuan's clothes, Mom, your clothes are too big and the style doesn't look right...

These are not my clothes. They belong to Yan Shiting. She explained casually, My clothes got dirty accidentally and I borrowed someone else's clothes to wear.

Mom, please remember to return it... The little guy didn't quite realize that his mother was wearing men's clothes.