The chaebol boss, spoiled

1754 Chapter 1806 The man who can't talk about love 5
Mother Leng walked into the kitchen with an empty cup, and she saw her son busy in a decent manner.

She walked over and put her hand on Leng Yeming's forehead, she didn't have a fever, mother Leng quickly put down the cup, took the knife from his hand, and said: "Yeming, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, are you hungry?"

"It's not that I'm hungry, it's that Xingluo is hungry."

"What? Hey, why is that child so squeamish, asking you to cook for her yourself?" Mother Leng lowered her face.

"Mom." On Leng Yeming's usually cold face, there were tears of lingering fear: "Xingluo almost died today, she almost left me forever."

Mother Leng was stunned for a moment, son, are you crying?
Leng Yejing took back the kitchen knife and wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips: "If it wasn't for her today, you would have to collect the corpse for me."

Leng's mother's face changed unexpectedly. In fact, she had already heard that at the airport today, the younger sister of a fugitive from a country wanted to avenge her brother. It was the daughter-in-law who blocked her son. She thought the problem was serious, but in the end, her son gave him away in the middle of the night. I took it home.

So Mother Leng felt that there should be no serious injuries, but her son's expression made her heart tighten again.

"Since the child was so seriously injured, how did you bring it home? Mom told you that you can't eat these greasy things when you are injured. You'd better go back to your room to take care of her and let the chef cook some light soup for her." .”

Leng Yeming waved her hand and said, "When she's not feeling well, she only eats my fried rice noodles, and she doesn't eat anything else."

What?It seems that the woman has already trained her son to be a man who cooks for women?
Leng's mother stood beside her, watching her son skillfully stir-fry a bowl of rice noodles, feeling annoyed and jealous. The son she raised by herself never let him cook, but that woman called daughter-in-law, unexpectedly Has put him in the chef's hands?
Leng Yeming hurried upstairs with steaming rice noodles and a bowl of hot water.

Leng's mother also poured herself a glass of water, and then went upstairs, the more she thought about it, the more jealous she became. She had been married to her husband for so many years, and no man had cooked for her. Leng's mother walked to the door of her son's room and pushed gently. The door creaked open.

The picture she saw stimulated her eyes even more.

The son is feeding his daughter-in-law bite by bite.

"Be careful, it's a bit hot." Leng Yeming reminded while feeding.

Not to mention that Leng's mother didn't like it, even Xing Luo felt that tonight's Leng Yeming was possessed by something.

Too gentle, a little unable to adapt, afraid that he would pull his face down in the next second and speak angrily at each other.

However, the way he looked at her was too hot and full of affection. This kind of worry seemed a bit excessive. Xing Luo enjoyed the gentle feeding of Leng Yeming with peace of mind. Anyway, in her opinion, this kind of treatment was probably only for a while, and she couldn't enjoy it now. Enjoy it, and when he returns to his original form, it will be too late for him to regret it.

It was the mother-in-law standing at the door watching, she was a little reserved, not daring to get carried away.

"Mom, are you still awake?" Leng Yeming turned her head away.

"Oh," Leng's mother said in her heart, the dead child really has a daughter-in-law who hates her mother!
She walked in and asked about the situation of Xingluo. After staying for less than 10 minutes, she was chased out by her son who hinted that the light bulb was too bright. She kindly closed the door for them. Mother Leng muttered to the closed door For a while, an immature son!

After she returned to her room, she mentioned to her husband that her son was about to be trained to be a 24-year-old husband. Leng Zong turned over in the middle of the night and said, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I ran to my son's room to join in the fun. Who is to blame for being rejected?"

(End of this chapter)