Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

"No, Miss Wanzhong, sir, he doesn't have a wife."

Aunt Rong explained quickly, fearing that Wen Ru's reputation would be trampled under the feet of this little girl.

"Oh." The tone was obviously disbelief.

Aunt Rong's eyelids twitched and she sighed inwardly. Thinking about it, there was nothing she couldn't say. After all, it had been five years since that incident.

"Miss Wanzhong, my husband had a girlfriend before." Aunt Rong said. Thinking of the past, the nearly fifty-year-old nanny spoke with a heavy tone.

Cheng Wanzhong liked to hear gossip, so he immediately jumped off the sofa, with bright eyes, holding Aunt Rong's arm and acting coquettishly.

"Really? Aunt Rong, please tell me quickly, I want to hear it."

When Cheng Wanzhong was a sweetheart, he had two major hobbies: eating delicious food and listening to gossip.

Aunt Rong rubbed her hair lovingly, "Miss Wanzhong, sir, you are right, you are indeed a child who has not grown up."

How could anyone dare to treat this matter as gossip in the past?

Five years later, this matter is still taboo in City A.

"Aunt Rong, tell me quickly, tell me quickly," Cheng Wanzhong urged, her curiosity reaching its peak at this time.

"Alas, you are innocent in this matter. Five years ago, you met a domestic girl in Porto.

The husband and the woman stayed together in Porto for a month. When the husband came back from Porto, he was very different from usual.

Miss Wanzhong, you don’t know that your husband’s mother is an overseas Chinese in Porto, and Porto is equivalent to his second hometown.

In the past, my husband was in a bad mood every time he returned to China. But that time when he returned to China, there was no gloom on his face at all.

So we all guessed that the husband must have fallen in love in Porto.

This was indeed the case. After another five months, the husband and the girl had reached the point of discussing marriage.

The girl's family seems to be overseas Chinese in Porto, and both the Wen family and the husband's mother's family are quite satisfied with the marriage. "

"Then what?" Cheng Wanzhong asked impatiently.

What happened next that caused Wen Ru to not marry a wife now?

"After the two parties met their parents, they began to prepare for the marriage. My husband was really happy at that time. I have taken care of him for a long time, almost since he was a child, and I have never seen so many smiles on his face.

At that time, I was really happy for my husband. I don’t know what caused the breakdown of their relationship. I also heard later that just three days before they were going to get married, my husband caught her having sex on the spot in a hotel, and the mistress was..."

Aunt Rong sighed, as if she was ashamed to speak.

Cheng Wanzhong scratched his head and ears anxiously, grabbing Aunt Rong's arm with his two small hands and shaking it again and again, "Who is it? Is it possible that the adulterer is my husband's good brother?"

It is not uncommon in the 21st century for a good brother to get involved with his fiancée.

"No." Aunt Rong shook her head, "That mistress is that girl's half-brother."

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

Oh my gosh! So explosive!

Sir, he is so miserable, this cuckold is so big!

"They caught the rape on the spot, so the marriage will definitely not happen. But the girl's parents are very shameless. They actually want the husband to forgive their daughter. How is this possible?

Later, I don’t know what tricks the husband used. The girl’s family took her back to Porto and took the initiative to cancel the marriage. In the past five years, the family has never returned to China. "

The information was so explosive that Cheng Wanzhong was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and made trouble for Aunt Rong to tell her some gossip before giving up.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Wanzhong tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

I have been thinking about Wen Ru.

From her point of view, Wen Ru was handsome, rich, and from a good family background, so how could he be cuckolded?

Cheng Wanzhong thought about it, but still didn't understand.

If she were that girl, she would definitely not cuckold Mr.

Marrying Wen Rui means marrying a black card that can never be spent.

Well, she's shallow and she likes pennies.

In the haze of sleepiness, Cheng Wanzhong suddenly thought of something, it seemed that his husband was not able to do it.

Could it be that Mr. was cuckolded for this reason?

It must be like this.

The next day, Cheng Wanzhong still woke up early in the morning.

Like her dad, she never sleeps in.

Her father said that this is the spirit of the working people, because her family has been poor for three generations.

Her father's generation had no idea what kind of bad luck they had, but they were extremely lucky!

Therefore, Cheng Wanzhong easily transformed into the second generation of rich people.

After Cheng Wanzhong washed up, he changed his clothes and tidied his bed.

Then I went downstairs, planning to continue learning to cook from Aunt Rong.

She wants to be a chef.

She had to realize her dream quickly while her father couldn't control her now.

"You...you, you, you, are you at home?" Cheng Wanzhong was startled.

Wen Ruo sat on the sofa with his arms folded, leaning his head back, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Perhaps because of listening to his gossip last night, Cheng Wanzhong was now so guilty that he couldn't even speak.

But she took a deep breath and tried to act as if nothing had happened.

Wen Su raised his eyes to look at her, twitching the corners of his lips, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Cheng Wanzhong nodded, then ran into the kitchen, "You haven't had breakfast yet, I'll make it now. Let me tell you, my cooking skills have improved very fast these days. I feel like I can apply for a hotel job." Chef now.”

"Then let everyone in the hotel try your sweet pork rib soup, right?" Wen Ruo asked with a smile.

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

Will you die if you don't speak?

Believe it or not, I will add mustard to your rice later?

Cheng Wanzhong said nothing and took out the wontons Aunt Rong had wrapped in advance from the refrigerator and started cooking them.

"Sir, do you like spicy food?" Cheng Wanzhong asked while breaking the seaweed.

"It will be all right."

"Oh." Cheng Wanzhong found the chili pepper. She likes spicy food.

After cooking the wontons, Cheng Wanzhong put the wontons into a basin and took them out, then returned to the kitchen to get a small bowl and chopsticks.

The whole time Wen Ru was sitting there reading the newspaper like an old man, he really treated her like a little maid.

Cheng Wanzhong snorted, "Sir, it's time to eat. Fill your stomach quickly, otherwise it will protest."

Wen Ru: "..."

Who did this little girl learn from when she talks so weirdly?

But he wasn't angry either. Although the little girl was a bit silly, she was still a pistachio.

The wontons made by Aunt Rong were delicious, but Cheng Wanzhong felt that he could cook them better.

She felt like she could do it again.

Sooner or later, the position of chief chef of the hotel will be hers.

While Cheng Wanzhong was eating wontons, Wen Ruo's cell phone rang. He put down his chopsticks, looked at the caller's information, frowned, and put the cell phone to his ear.

"Hey--"

I don't know what the person over there said, but Wen Ru's expression suddenly became terrifying.

Cheng Wanzhong felt suddenly cold.

"Do you think I'll turn around?" Wen Li asked suddenly, his voice was terrifying and bone-chilling.