Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 559 Fu Sicheng: Who do you want to kill?
Fu Sicheng snorted softly, from his eyes to his expression, he was so disgusted that he could no longer disgust him and said, "Don't insult my son."

"My son is smart, healthy and kind-hearted. He just talks less and is a normal person. Don't compare my son with that idiot."

Fu Sicheng stroked the head of the little guy in Song Rao's arms.

"How can you talk about your younger brother like that." Song Rao couldn't laugh or cry: "But you and your younger brother have really different personalities."

"If I were like him, the Fu family would be over."

Just as he was talking, the idiot came, carrying a paper bag.

"Brother, little sister-in-law, big nephew." Shouting started at the gate: "They're all here."

As soon as he heard this guy talk, Fu Sicheng's feet had his own impulse, and he wanted to kick him, what did he mean?

Song Rao: "Why didn't you come earlier? We've already had dinner, have you eaten yet?"

"I brought it myself." Fu Chuchen picked up the paper bag.

Song Rao: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Chuchen: "Tomatoes."

Fu Sicheng stared at him with corpse-like eyes, and said fiercely, "What are you going to do? Who do you want to kill?"

"I just want to eat tomato pasta. The chef at home is not as good as your chef here." Fu Chuchen hurriedly explained: "I will clean up the kitchen after I use it later."

"For the Chinese food we ate today, the Western food chef is not here. Shall I cook you tomato noodles?" Song Rao said.

"Sister-in-law, you are so kind. I've always wanted to eat the noodles you cooked again." Fu Chuchen joyfully gave Song Rao the tomatoes, and on the way, he heard Fu Sicheng's death threat: "Let your sister-in-law cook the noodles for you." , are your teeth straightened?"

His hands were frozen in mid-air.

"It's just a bowl of noodles. It depends on what you said." Song Rao took the tomatoes, smiled and glanced at Fu Sicheng.

The man leaned closer to his ear: "I just woke up, and I still have the energy to cook noodles for others. It seems that I spoiled you too much last night."

Song Rao's heart trembled, she hurriedly looked at Fu Chuchen and the child in her arms, and said angrily to him, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Sicheng: "I want to eat."

Song Rao blushed to the neck instantly, looked at Fu Sicheng who was shouting loudly, and became angry from embarrassment: "Fu Sicheng!"

Fu Chuchen: "Brother, are you dead? Come on, how could you be so jealous of your life, and didn't you just eat your fill?"

Song Rao's face froze upon hearing this: "Jealous? Noodles?"

Fu Sicheng looked at Song Rao with a half-smile, with hints of ambiguity in his meaningful eyes: "Yes, it's just noodles. What do you think I want to eat?"

Did he want to be crooked or did he do it on purpose?Thanks to Fu Chuchen's great nerve, otherwise he would lose face at grandma's house.

Song Rao wanted to beat Fu Sicheng up.

"Go upstairs and get me allergy medicine." Fu Sicheng sent Fu Chuchen.

Song Rao gave him an angry look: "I'll see if there are any other ingredients, and I'll cook something else for you." He hugged the little guy to him, got up and walked to the restaurant with the tomatoes in his arms.

Two big and one small, the three sat at the dining table and waited.

Song Rao cooked a bowl of tomato noodles for Fu Chuchen, and added a lot of ingredients, filling a large bowl.He found some fresh beef and made beef noodles for Fu Sicheng, and gave the little guy a small bowl.

The little guy doesn't know that his mother can cook, and this is the first time he has seen his mother cook something - a bowl of noodles.Staring at this bowl of noodles, the little guy jumped for joy.

"It's been a long time since I cooked it. I don't know how it tastes. If it really doesn't taste good, eat something else." Song Rao said.

Holding the chopsticks, Fu Chuchen swallowed: "Sister-in-law, you are too modest, this looks good."

Fu Sicheng: "He dares to say that it's not tasty."

Song Rao smiled: "Try it quickly. Mother feed Junjun."

Fu Chuchen said yes while eating, so he didn't know if he was hungry, or it was really delicious, or he was afraid of being beaten.

"Junjun is the first time to eat something cooked by mother, is it delicious?" Song Rao fed the child.

The little guy nodded his head: "Mom is tired."

Fu Sicheng ate half of it, left half for Song Rao, and left most of the meat for Song Rao.Seeing that he left it on purpose, Song Rao, who really couldn't eat it, still ate two bites.

After nine o'clock, Song Rao took a shower and wiped her long hair.

"You brought Junjun to the company, are you planning to start cultivating heirs at such a young age?"

Fu Sicheng put down what he was doing, took the dry towel from Song Rao's hand, and naturally and skillfully wiped her hair.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield, so I don't want Junjun to be tired and dangerous. Let Fu Chuchen have a son in the future, leave the company to his son, and we, Junjun, can enjoy the blessings."

He said thoughtfully, "However, according to Fu Chuchen's IQ, he has to have a few more children, so that he can barely pick out the tall one from the short ones."

Song Rao was amused by his poisonous tongue.

After a while, Fu Sicheng said earnestly: "According to his IQ, I'm afraid it's very difficult to be tall. As a brother, you have to take more care, don't you?" He changed the subject: "So baby, it's us Give birth to a few more."

Song Rao, who was still smiling just a second ago, twitched her calves.

(End of this chapter)