Hundreds of millions of wives buy one get one free [finale]

In a certain apartment, Cheng Anya was paralyzed when she got home, and the little milk bag hadn't come back today, so she frowned. /www>

Hey, should Ningning be cooking at this hour?

She is used to the smell of food when she comes home.

Worrying was just a passing thing, Cheng Anya slumped on the sofa and pretended to be dead. Her son is a [-]% purebred genius, and it is absolutely impossible for such an oolong to get lost.

She lay down with peace of mind and waited for her son to come back and cook for her. [

She didn't eat the food cooked by Ning Ning all day, and she felt uncomfortable all over. She was trained too hard by Ye Sanshao in the afternoon, and she had to schedule schedules temporarily, so tired that she didn't want to move a finger.

Unknowingly, he remembered the scene of Ye Sanshao standing in front of the window, all straight and lonely, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

The Third Young Master Ye she knew was indifferent, elegant, dark-bellied, and dark-hearted... But this person has absolutely nothing to do with sadness?

What's up with him?

Damn, a carp stood up from the sofa, Cheng Anya slapped her forehead, "Cheng Anya, you have been trained too hard by him, do you have a tendency to be abused?"

It's better to have time to think about your baby son's face than Ye San, right?

But when she thought of Ning Ning and Ye Sanshao, whose faces were only different in size, Cheng Anya calmed down, o(╯□╰)o!

"Mommy, it's not that you are masochistic, it's your baby that is masochistic." A childish voice floated in. Ning Ning closed the door and came in with two bags of vegetables, fruits and meat, giving her a contemptuous look.

"Ning Ning, you are finally back, Mommy is starving to death!" Cheng Anya shamelessly accused her son of not feeding her well in time.

Ning Ning untied her schoolbag, threw it to her, and said with a smile, "Mommy, eat something to fill your stomach first, and I'll cook right away."

Ning Ning is a genius, he hardly listens in class, his books are always light, but today they are unexpectedly heavy, Cheng Anya curiously opened them, and a pile of snacks fell out.

Chocolates, puffs, candies...apples, cherries...bread?

A lot of things filled a big schoolbag, Cheng Anya's first reaction was, "Ning Ning, you should use the money you found to honor Mommy, what a waste to buy random things."