You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Sheng Mumu, who received the message, was at a loss.

What is "waiting for him".

Waiting for him to come back from Singapore?

The dishes are cold.

"Don't be distracted, why are you still playing with your mobile phone?" Feng Yaoqin shrugged her with his arms, "You young people hold on to your mobile phones all day long. I don't know what fun it is."

Sheng Mumu's thoughts came back, and she lied without changing her face, "I'm using a memo to write down the steps. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Mom, are you right?"

Feng Yaoqin looked at her suspiciously, showing a doubtful expression, and didn't say any more.

15 minute later.

When Feng Yaoqin was holding a kitchen knife and explaining to Sheng Mumu how to cut beef along the grain, there was a sound from the door.

"Cousin—" Qiao Li was the first to spot Qi Mo, opened his eyes in surprise, and raised his voice to say hello.

The handsome man with deep eyebrows tapped his chin in response.

With long legs, he went straight to the kitchen.

Feng Yaoqin heard the movement and looked around.

Seeing the figure of her son, she looked happy, revealing the appearance of an ordinary mother.

With joy and blame:

"Didn't Steward Zhang say that you won't be back in Beijing in a few days? Why are you back so late? Are you tired just after getting off the plane?"

Although the two are not related by blood, after so many years of getting along, they have long been indistinguishable from their own mother and child.

In front of outsiders, Qi Mo is a cold and cold president who talks little and is indifferent.

In front of Feng Yaoqin, even though he still cherishes words like gold, there is a rare gentleness on his stern face.

The tone of speech became softer.

"After the matter is dealt with, I will come back early."

While speaking, he walked slowly to Sheng Mumu's side.

He naturally supported her slender waist with the apron on.

Standing side by side, they said to Feng Yaoqin:

"Mom, you just came back from a trip, don't work hard, go to bed early."

Hearing this, Feng Yaoqin raised her voice and said:

"What's so hard about cooking a few dishes? When our family didn't live in such a big house, I didn't cook any of the three meals a day and supper."

She smiled, and her tone seemed to be asking for credit, "Otherwise, how can you make the person you raise so tall."

The corners of Qi Mo's lips curled up, with a gentle smile, "Well, you're right, but it's getting late today."

After finishing speaking, he slowly turned his head to look at Sheng Mumu.

Sheng Mumu just raised her eyes, and suddenly bumped into his alcohol-stained vision.

The next second, he leaned down slightly.

A cold breath mixed with a touch of alcohol came over.

The man's bony fingers moved to her back waist, and with a light twitch, he untied the tie of her apron.

Qi Mo used one point of drinking, two points of acting skills, and three points of her prediction.

Insatiable.

After taking off the apron, he landed his big palm on the back of her neck and squeezed it lightly.

Like a husband who loves his wife, he cares about how hard it is for his wife to learn to cook, and massages her.

Qi Mo looked directly at her with lingering eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Tired?"

Sheng Mumu's radar buzzed.

The tingling sensation goes from the back of the neck to the scalp.

Good guy, as expected of you.

She almost forgot what she was supposed to do.

Sheng Mumu, who received the signal, instantly raised her eyebrows, shook her head, wrapped her arms around the man's arm in a half-coquettish and half-reasonable manner, and responded with a smile:

"I'm not tired at all. I'm so happy to be able to learn how to cook with my mother."

Qi Mo froze.

The subtle wine magnifies the senses.

He could clearly feel the softness and delicateness of the hands encircling his arms.

She was very close to him, and the tip of her nose lingered with the scent of her perfume, which was neither strong nor light.

Suddenly, a thought of wanting to play tricks on her came to mind.

With a roll of his Adam's apple, the side of his lips slowly curled up, and he asked jokingly:

"Since you want to learn, I will accompany you."

Sheng Mumu's smile froze on his face: "..."

The hand encircling Qi Mo's arm secretly squeezed harder.

Remind him with your eyes: I'm lying, hey!No way no way, you don't understand the subtext, do you?

The man's arm muscles are tight and unmoved.

Ruoyou raised his eyes and tails, knowingly asked: "Huh?"

Sheng Mumu slowly let go of her hand, took a deep breath: "..."

Understood.

I totally get it.

What else does she not understand now?

A scheming man.

Fortunately, she thought he was here to save her.

It turned out that I saw the text message and wanted to have a meal.

Feng Yaoqin couldn't see the undercurrent surging when the two looked at each other, the signal was transmitted, and thought that his son and daughter-in-law were getting bored, and frowned and coughed.

Just as she was about to say something, the kitchen knife was suddenly taken away from her hand and placed on the cooking table.

It was Qiao Li who took away Feng Yaoqin's kitchen knife.

Qiao Li held Feng Yaoqin's arm: "Aunt Cousin, it's getting late, or just listen to my cousin, don't cook today, and I want to hear you tell me about the fun things that happened during the trip, yes Lah, don’t you have a lot of Korean food?”

Hearing this, Feng Yaoqin tilted his neck back and frowned:

"Don't listen to the nonsense on the Internet. Everything in that place tastes like kimchi, and it's not delicious at all. Let me tell you, the best thing to eat has to be—"

Seeing that Aunt Biao had opened up the chatter box, Qiao Li quickly cast a glance at Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu.

Let them slip away quickly.

Qi Mo understood what Qiao Li meant, but still politely said to his mother:

"Mom, Mu Mu and I are going back there first, you should rest early."

Feng Yaoqin reacted, "Hey, wait, the beef has just been cut."

Qiao Li dragged Feng Yaoqin upstairs, "It's so late, my cousin must have eaten, don't worry about him, by the way, cousin, did you eat ice cream in Turkey?"

Feng Yaoqin seemed to think of some angry memory, and gestured with dancing:

"Turkish ice cream? I get angry when I mention it. There's no such thing as a joke in business. Li Li, do you think..."

Qiao Li smiled so much that his eyes curled up, and he gently waved his hands behind his back twice, saying goodbye to his cousin and sister-in-law.

Seeing Feng Yaoqin being distracted by Qiao Li's words again, Qi Mo laughed, and said to the people beside him in a low voice:

"We go home."

Sheng Mumu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing that he was teasing her just now, she glared at him.

Instead of being angry, the man smiled, his deep pupils flickered with shattered light, and he passed his arm over with a smile.

Sheng Mumu rolled his eyes, which only he could see, and wrapped his arms around the father's arm.

Tucao in my heart:

Oh man.

no matter what age.

They all love to play these little tricks.

Childish is dead.