The wife dominates the workplace, and the president takes care of the baby

Chapter 133

There was constant laughter at the recording site of the program.

Zhu Shuirou redisplayed the skills of the kindergarten teacher and led these children to play games.

The children are pure and lively in nature, and they get along more freely than adults. They have already played together, chatting and laughing non-stop.

Waiting for Qi Zhou to take out a pot of dark things from the kitchen and put it on the table, it formed a tragic contrast with Yan Qing's "feast".

He greeted with a natural look: "Slow down, come and eat."

It was the first time for the children to see such a scary dish, and they shook their heads very fast, continuing to play with the children.

Qi Zhou's eyes were also dark: "Don't look at the appearance, it's still edible."

Jiang He pretended to be passing by, picked up a piece and tasted it, his face turned red and then turned white, turned white and turned purple, and he was speechless for a while.

What is this!The smoked throat is still hot!
During these 5 minutes, she thought that her acting career was going to be ruined and she was going to be dumbed down.

If it wasn't for Qi Zhou's trust, she would have thought this was a spy sent by her opponent.

When he was able to speak, Jiang He said with tears in his eyes, "Not bad."

Yan Qing, who was sitting at the dining table on the other side, was the first to start eating, but she was the last to put down her chopsticks, and she ate away three waves of people.

This was the first time someone cooked for her, so she had to show her face no matter what. She tried her best to fill every corner of her stomach with delicious food.

When she was completely satisfied after eating, she was about to consciously pick up the dishes on the table and prepare to take them to the kitchen for cleaning.

"Let me do it."

Someone was one-tenth of a second faster than her and put away the plate first.

Yan Qing looked at Qi Zhou holding the plate she had used: "No need, I'll do it."

But a man's hand from behind blocked her waist.

"Let him go."

Yan Qing looked back at the person who had heard the sound, Yan Huaiwen looked calm, took her hand, and returned to the sofa.

Seeing her being held by the man's waist and hands, Qi Zhou's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he didn't show any offended expression. After taking away Yan Qing's bowls and chopsticks, he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Looking at the bombed-out kitchen in front of him, Qi Zhou had a headache, and he didn't have much experience in cooking and cleaning the kitchen.

He rolled up his sleeves blankly, not knowing where to start.

At this moment, a rag flew from an unknown direction and flew straight towards the back of Qi Zhou's head.

Fortunately, he has excellent dynamic vision, and he saw something coming towards him through the mirror reflection of the range hood.

Responsively, he turned sideways.

With a "snap", the dark blue rag stuck to the white tiles on the wall, and then slowly slid down.

Qi Zhou turned around helplessly and asked, "Who wants to assassinate me?"

No one answered, and I saw a figure running away quickly, only a piece of clothes was visible.

Qi Zhou stared at the rag for a few seconds, picked it up and started washing the dishes.

[Yan Qing was right not to come to the kitchen, this scene is comparable to a disaster movie]

[Outside is a couple group with honey and oil, and inside is an assassination group with new and old grudges, wonderful and wonderful]

【Son, it’s better to wash the dishes, let’s not be that light bulb outside】

[Jiang He came here just now?That indigo dress is probably her, and she even wants to sneak attack us Qishen】

[Actually, that blue dishcloth was just torn off from her clothes, and it was a global limited edition for the first time in the season. The brand party fainted in the toilet! 】

【Surprised!What is Jiang He doing now? Why is she so crazy? She tore up a limited-edition custom-made dress from a big-name brand. This will cost a lot of money, right?]

[I heard that the dress is hand-woven with the softest silk, which is a very luxurious fabric, and there is only one on the market]

[Jiang He, you are fine!She is willing to use this cloth as a dishcloth for Qi Shen, it is worthy of the name of the golden right hand]

[Laughing, it was obviously a good intention. Why did it look like an attack? Fortunately, Qi Zhou reacted quickly. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be knocked out by this rag.]

【Is this how you show your kindness to others in the music industry? I learned】

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into the night.

Under Runrun's stalking, the little guy got a chance to sleep with his mother at night.

Yan Qing was lying on the bed specially provided by the program group. The bed board was made up of two beds, and it was a full three meters long.

But it is not spacious.

She was sleeping on one side of the bed, and Taotao was sleeping next to her.

The one who fell asleep in the middle was Feifei, who went back temporarily because of something happened at Zhu Shuirou's house, since it was very difficult for Jiang He to deal with a child.

On Yan Qing's side, one is also a parent, two are fine, and three are fine, so Feifei also joined Yan Qing's baby-raising team.

At this moment, there are five people lying on the bed, herself, Taotao, Feifei, Runrun, and a big friend
This big friend was Yan Huaiwen. Under Yan Qing's strong request, the person who wanted to sleep next to his wife lay on the other side of the bed with three little radish heads in between.

The three children, after a tiring day, soon fell asleep.

The mood of complaining about her husband was carried through the air.

In the dark night, Yan Qing's eyes were shining brightly.

The man on the other end didn't close his eyes, but looked at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Qing turned her head and asked in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"

What responded to her was silence and the sound of even breathing.

Her heart dropped a little.

Yan Qing felt that she had become more and more squeamish recently, maybe it was Yan Huaiwen's response to her everything that caused her to have emotional fluctuations in such trivial matters.

She sighed softly, looked at the moonlight shining in through the gauze curtain, turned over, and planned to fall asleep.

But before she fell asleep, she heard the sound of Xingxisuo, and the figure was getting closer and closer to her until it completely enveloped her.

"Yanyan, can't sleep?"

There was no sleepiness in Yan Huaiwen's voice, he was clearly awake, with a provocative smile on his face.

Yan Qing was really drowsy now, she looked at the person in front of her, and said in a daze, "Why are you still in my dream?"

"Don't you want to dream about me?" His voice was low, like a fine cello.

When Yan Qing fell asleep, looking at the unfamiliar layout around her, she thought she was really in a dream.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the man's solid chest, her soft voice was full of anger: "I don't want to, what good is there to see in a dream."

Yan Huaiwen grabbed her troublesome little hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and asked, "Huh? What's wrong with me in my dream, did I bully you?"

"Bullying." She repeated these two words on her lips, then shook her head, suddenly stretched out her arms to hug his waist, and smiled sweetly.

"No bullying, you love me very much." These words were very firm, unlike Yan Qing's vague words in the past.

Maybe in her dream, he has always loved her very much.

Yan Huaiwen's heart seemed to sink in a piece suddenly, it was so sore, and it seemed to overflow suddenly, the emotion seemed to break through the shackles of the body and pour out.

He stroked the broken hair around Yan Qing's ears to the back of her ears, and gently kneaded her white as jade ears, his eyes were full of unresolved emotions, thick as if he wanted to drown someone.

"Yes, I love you very much."

In this confession of love, Yan Qing blinked her eyes a few times, like the light wings of a butterfly fluttering among the flowers.

But the little butterfly thought it was in a dream, so it just docked in the petals, closed its eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming soundly all night.

Yan Huaiwen looked at her sleeping face with the brilliance in his eyes.

Putting a kiss on her lips, he was kissing his Sleeping Beauty.

In order to protect the privacy of the guests, the program group will not broadcast live at night, but this scene was also clearly recorded by the camera.

(End of this chapter)