The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 232

Ever since Song Xiaoqiao knew Duan Xiu's thoughts, whenever she was with her son, she tried to consider his feelings as much as possible, but no matter how she did it, there would inevitably be omissions.

For example, sometimes I forgot to cover my son with a quilt, for example, when I was serving food for my son, I forgot to cover him.

It's normal for Song Xiaoqiao to forget that the little guy is making a lot of noise by her side, but that's not the case in someone's eyes.

Duan Xiu watched Song Xiaohan take over his position little by little, and it was taken at a speed that he could not predict. This kind of feeling was not good for him.

He also thought before that they would have a baby, but at that time, all he thought about was his daughter.

When the Song family saw him for the first time, the little guy was wearing a pink bellyband and looked very similar to himself. His first reaction was that this was a daughter.

But later, it turned out to be the son, and even the son was obedient.

But who will tell him that after nearly a month of changes, this kid is occupying his original position bit by bit.

For example, before sitting on the sofa, he could sit next to his little wife, but now, it's no good, only the three of them are sitting on the sofa together, so the middle seat must be Song Xiaohan's.

After finally adjusting the position on the bed, the little guy reluctantly agreed because of his black face.

When he came back later, every time he opened the bedroom door, he had the urge to take the little guy off the bed and throw him on the bed in the living room.

Moreover, such an impulse has no end as time goes by, and it becomes more and more serious.

Let him secretly think more than once whether he has mild violent tendencies.

It made him secretly look for software tests on his mobile phone, for fear that he would have problems in this regard.

After several tests, Duan Xiu finally understood that he had no tendency to violence, but was forced into a "corner" by the little guy, and there was really nothing he could do.

Song Xiaoqiao continued to be busy, busy studying, busy coaxing her son, busy coaxing her husband~

However, human energy is limited, and there are always places that cannot be fully taken care of.

At this time, Duan Xiu's verge of getting angry is expanding infinitely.

Duan Xiu also knew that if he continued like this, he would explode sooner or later, it was only a matter of time.

Seeing the smile on his little wife's face, Duan Xiu decided to endure it.

The thing that surprised Song Xiaoqiao was that Duan Nan often asked Duan Xiu to go out now. Every time Duan Xiu came back, he smelled of alcohol. If he didn't believe him, he would have thought that he always came back after drinking.

In order to prevent the wine rack from being detected, Song Xiaoqiao asked Han Xiao to go with him as long as Duan Nan called.

Duan Xiu disagreed at first, but after being thrown out by Song Xiaoqiao in various ways, he had to compromise.

The school classes are starting slowly, except for Duan Xiu's English class, the rest of the time is at home or at the company.

Every time Song Xiaoqiao went to school, she would think, if Duan Xiu was at home, what would Song Xiaohan do?
But every time she went home, she saw that both father and son were fine.

But why is it not working at night, or can Duan Xiu be like this at certain times.

Day by day, more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On a Saturday morning, when Song Xiaoqiao and her son were still in bed competing to see who got up later than the other, Duan Nan came.

Duan Nan went up to the third floor, and first knocked on the door of the bedroom, "Han Han, Uncle Fat is here to see you, he is waiting for you outside."

"Okay, Mommy, I'm going to get up. You've won today, and I'll compete with you next time." Song Xiaohan's mouth became sweeter and sweeter, and even a small competition seemed to make him compromise a lot .

Every time Song Xiaoqiao heard him say something similar, she wanted to laugh.

Isn't the little guy's brain too bright?

"Okay, Hanhan can dress by himself."

"But, I don't want to wear it by myself." Song Xiaohan raised his little hand, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

Song Xiaoqiao pointed to the door, "Hanhan, you can dress yourself now, and it will be very different if you dress yourself and go out to meet fat uncle."

"Oh, then I'll try."

Song Xiaohan quickly put on clothes on himself, and within a few strokes, he put on the clothes well, and even knew that he ran to the full-length mirror in the cloakroom to have a look.

"Okay, I'll brush my teeth and wash my face again, so I'll be more handsome." Song Xiaohan began to get busy.

Duan Nan outside the bedroom just stood there quietly, like a stone statue.

"Is Han Han better?" After a few minutes, Duan Nan felt that if he continued like this, he would really turn into a stone statue guarding the gate, so he opened his mouth.

However, it was Song Xiaoqiao who answered him.

"Brother Nan, you should sit in the living room for a while, Han Han is so beautiful."

"I'm not smug, I just make myself more handsome, fat uncle, wait for me for another 2 minutes." Song Xiaohan sneaked away from his busy schedule, and didn't forget to put some gold on his face.

Song Xiaoqiao resisted the urge to laugh and didn't dare to speak anymore.

He reached for a book from the bedside table and slowly flipped through it.

After a week of study, Song Xiaoqiao knew that she also needed to relax.

You can't put all your energy on your son and Duan Xiu. For example, on Saturday morning, you still need the benefits of lying lazily on the bed and reading a book you like.

Song Xiaohan went out soon, Song Xiaoqiao checked the time, heh, he is really a very punctual little guy.

If it was changed to before, such a thing would not happen.

He procrastinated as long as he could, but after he came back, he obviously felt a lot changed.

There is only one reason, and that is the influence of Duan Xiu.

The father's influence on the baby is also crucial.

Now, seeing her son becoming more like Duan Xiu little by little, Song Xiaoqiao didn't know what kind of feeling she had in her heart.

However, she knew that it was definitely not Duan Xiu's feeling of jealousy.

Han Han is his own baby, he has become better, and his mother is happier than him.

instead of being like someone—

Sometimes Song Xiaoqiao even wondered if Duan Xiu didn't like this baby.

Duan Xiu said before that if he likes his daughter, is it because of this?
Song Xiaoqiao thought wildly in her heart that the book was about to be crumpled by her.

After she realized what she had done, she quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper. For a reading addict, she was not allowed to do such a thing. In the end, she actually did it.

Putting the book on the bedside table, Song Xiaoqiao knew she couldn't be lazy anymore.

Seeing that the time is only 07:30, rubbing his temples, Duan Nan is going against the rhythm of the sky.

I rushed here early in the morning, don't you know that Saturday is the time when everyone wants to sleep in.

After tidying up quickly, I changed into a more conservative set of cartoon home clothes.

After wearing it like this, Duan Xiu will be more satisfied after seeing it.

Look, she has already paid attention to the feelings of the two fathers everywhere.

After leaving the bedroom, the entire third floor was quiet. Duan Nan and his son must have gone downstairs.

When passing through the study, the door of the study is also wide open.

Song Xiaoqiao stood at the door and took a look inside, but there was no sign of Duan Xiu.

The computer was still running on the big desk, and there were piles of documents on the desk. Originally, Song Xiaoqiao just wanted to see if Duan Xiu was here, but in the end, she saw such a scene.

I couldn't help but walked in. There were paper balls in the trash can, which seemed to be newly thrown away. Except for a pile of documents on the table and the computer was turned on, the rest of the place was neat and almost spotless.

It seems that Duan Xiu is still the same as before.

In the whole study room, there is simplicity everywhere, almost only two tones, black and white.

Song Xiaoqiao sat down on the chair Duan Xiu was sitting on just now, took out a pen from the pen holder, took out a piece of white paper and drew on it.

Sitting in such a large study room, Song Xiaoqiao suddenly felt very lonely.

In the past, she only knew that he was busy with the company's affairs by himself. Every time she saw him walking into the study, she hurried away from here like a hedgehog, and then waited outside for him to settle the matter.

Opening a document, it contained a proposal for a project. Although there were only five pages, each page had a space marked in red. It seemed that this was an unqualified proposal. Do!
Song Xiaoqiao turned again from the first page, carefully paying attention to the places he marked, even Song Xiaoqiao wanted to call the person who made this project to come over and give him a good lesson.

I flipped through another book, this one was a contract with a company, the name Song Xiaoqiao glanced at it, it was an unremarkable small company, but before turning a few pages, I saw the red mark again, Duan Xiu looked at this How careful it must be.

Heh, this is still a small-minded company with a big heart. They thought that a big company like Longteng would not pay attention to these things so that they could take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. Song Xiaoqiao didn't read it, and the result was self-evident.

The third contract was also a contract. Song Xiaoqiao didn't look at any company, only to see if Duan Xiu marked it with a red pen.

Heh, finally let her see a contract with only two places marked, turn to the last page, redo and sign.

There are many more below, but Song Xiaoqiao doesn't plan to read any more.

After arranging the documents in the original order, Song Xiaoqiao took the half-painted paper and continued to draw.

She just drew it casually, but soon drew a warm picture of a family of three.

Everyone has a heart to pursue perfection. Originally, it was just a random painting, but gradually, Song Xiaoqiao followed the painting.

Just like that, I lowered my head and drew my head, and when I looked up again, half an hour had passed.

Song Xiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the "masterpiece" she was finally satisfied with in her hand.

After the contest was over, she put the pen back into the pen holder, looked at the painting again, and felt that something was missing, Song Xiaoqiao took the pen again, and wrote a few words on the painting, "Family of Three".

Finally finished, Song Xiaoqiao stretched her waist and lay down on the table.

Since I came to experience the feeling of Duan Xiu sitting here alone, I always have to experience it more fully.

Song Xiaoqiao lay down on the table, closed her eyes and thought about it quietly. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep just like that.

When Duan Xiu came up to get his things, he searched for his little wife everywhere, but in the end, he found her in the study.

The documents on the table were pushed aside by Song Xiaoqiao who was asleep. The table was big enough, and Duan Xiu was not worried that the documents would fall off, but the sleeping position of the little wife was a little bit~
In order to find a familiar sleeping position, Song Xiaoqiao turned over a lot.

But flipping through it, I felt something was wrong.

Wait a minute, she looks like—

Not in bed!
Thinking of this, Song Xiaoqiao opened her eyes directly, and saw what kind of posture she was lying on the table.

After waking up, she immediately moved the document to the middle of the table, hoo, luckily it didn't fall, otherwise, she might be doomed.

With so many files, if they get damaged, will Duan Xiu——

Song Xiaoqiao raised her head and quickly stood up.

Duan Xiu leaned against the door, looking at himself with a smile.

"Hey, I, I really didn't think about sleeping here, I just think your chair is more comfortable, I lay down a bit, I didn't expect—"

Song Xiaoqiao was a little embarrassed to say the following words, and a slight red cloud appeared on her face.

Duan Xiu, who hadn't seen his little wife's blushing face for a long time, felt as if he was looking at a diluted treasure, and was about to be reluctant to blink.

I'm afraid that if I blink, the scene in front of me will disappear like in a dream.

Song Xiaoqiao saw that Duan Xiu's gaze gradually became strange, so she quickly pulled away her chair and walked over.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him more than ten times before hooking back the man's soul.

"Hey, are you okay?" Song Xiaoqiao whispered, the voice was too loud, and the little guy would attract her.

People in the middle position always have to consider the feelings of the people on both sides.

Duan Xiu chuckled, and moved his eyes to the pile of documents, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"How about it, do you admire it?"

"Admiration? What do you admire?" Song Xiaoqiao didn't know what aspect Duan Xiu was talking about for a moment.

Duan Xiu pointed to the stack of documents, "Have you read it, how do you feel?"

"Oh, that's what you're talking about, Duan Xiu. I know you're the president of Longteng, but I don't know. I thought some teacher was approving students' homework." Song Xiaoqiao teased.

Duan Xiu nodded, "Li Kai said the same thing about me, but I've gotten used to it over the years, maybe when I was young, I watched my parents approve students' homework every day."

"Then why aren't you a teacher?"

"I'm not working as a teacher now."

Seeing Duan Xiu's beautiful white teeth while smiling, it was really difficult for Song Xiaoqiao to associate the person who marked the contract with him.

If I were the boss of a company, looking at Duan Xiu in this way, I would definitely think that he is an extremely harsh person, and also, a stingy person.

In short, he will never think of generosity.

"Xiao Qiao, do you understand?" Duan Xiu took out a copy, it was the plan, Song Xiaoqiao glanced at it and nodded.

Duan Xiu took out another copy, "What about this one?"

"Ah."

"What about this one?"

"Just glanced at it a few times, but didn't take a closer look." Song Xiaoqiao said truthfully.

Of course, she didn't say anything just to see if Duan Xiu had marked it. If she had said it, Duan Xiu would probably look at her with a smile.

A serious Duan Xiu, and a smiling Duan Xiu. I naturally choose the smiling Duan Xiu.

"Then take a look now to see if you can understand it." Duan Xiu handed the document in his hand to Song Xiaoqiao and said.

Song Xiaoqiao took it and flipped it over quickly.

"Well, I can understand it. It's not a foreign language, so why can't I understand it?"

"I mean, can you understand the content inside?" Duan Xiu emphasized again.

Song Xiaoqiao suddenly became suspicious, and looked up at Duan Xiu, "You're not testing me, are you?"

"Isn't it for your study? How about it? Do you understand?" Duan Xiu changed the topic easily, but his eyes were shining with strange light.

However, Song Xiaoqiao didn't see it. If she had seen it, she would definitely not say that she understood it, but chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb to fool it.

It's a pity that Song Xiaoqiao didn't see it, so she completely regarded it as Duan Xiu because of academic matters to test herself.

"Understandable, the two companies have reached an agreement on the purchase price of spices. This is where the contract is so wonderful," Song Xiaoqiao said, pointing to a place marked by Duan Xiu, "This company is very Clearly understand your own financial resources, and know how to let go of your posture, because they need your support, so, look here, if there are fluctuations in raw materials, they will make timely adjustments, which is not something that many companies will notice.”

Duan Xiu immediately began to smile, "What about here?"

He pointed to another place that he hadn't marked.

"Here, it's fairly pertinent. For Long Teng, this small loss won't have any impact. This is the reason why this company is smart. He knows how to show his advantages at the right time, but he won't blindly seek to follow you. The company cooperates without making a profit, and they will not use their own not-so-rich family background to fight this kind of self-destructive behavior, so I think you also want to cooperate with such a company." Song Xiaoqiao looked up after finishing speaking. Look at Duan Xiu.

The smile in Duan Xiu's eyes became stronger, and he turned another page, "Here, take a look, what's the problem?"

"Problem, well, it's okay, it's not a big problem, the person who drafted the contract knows how to guess your mind, and it's still the kind of unpleasant speculation. To you, it may seem like two companies are slowing down. There is nothing wrong with getting to know each other slowly and infiltrating each other. This person is really powerful. He should be a talent who has been honed through higher education. If he continues to maintain this mentality, he will definitely be a rare person in the future. business elite."

"Then, do you think such a person will be a stumbling block for me?" Duan Xiu suddenly changed the subject, and looked at Song Xiaoqiao with tentative eyes.

Song Xiaoqiao has already devoted herself to the role of this academic seminar, how could she know Duan Xiu's changes.

"According to analysis, this person probably won't. He knows that he won't compete with Long Teng, and knows how to handle everything. He probably doesn't have the kind of arrogance that wants to sit in the first chair. He just wants to protect himself. Besides, I just Judging from the contract, this person doesn't like doing business very much, and I feel that he seems to be restrained to cooperate with you." Song Xiaoqiao frowned slightly as she spoke, why does this person feel a bit like——

The sound of clapping brought Song Xiaoqiao back to her senses, she looked at Duan Xiu, "What are you doing?"

"Applause for you, well, if I were a teacher, I would definitely give you a high score."

"Really, that's great, I'm hungry, I'm going to have breakfast." Song Xiaoqiao ran out of the study with a smile.

When she was about to run to the stairs, Song Xiaoqiao held her chest and let out a breath. She was scared to death. She was almost nervous just now. After all, it was an academic discussion. When facing the teacher, no matter how strong her mind was, it would be affected to some extent.

It's pretty good that Song Xiaoqiao is like this, but she doesn't know it.

In the study room, Duan Xiu was sitting on a chair, tapping the first page of the contract with his slender fingers.

The company name is very long, the following legal representative is: Cheng Fei.

But Duan Xiu knew that this contract was definitely not in his hands.

So far, he only knows one person who can tell the intention of the person who intends to contract based on a contract.

In the living room, Song Xiaohan nestled in Duan Nan's arms, as if he hadn't been together for a long time, and was not sticky.

When Song Xiaoqiao passed the two of them, she put her footsteps back and forth. In the end, she stopped and observed the two of them.

This is too strange, why did Song Xiaohan keep to himself as soon as he arrived at Duan Nan's place, and didn't make any noise, but when he arrived at Duan Xiuna, he became like a person.

When I first came back, I didn't see him like this. The one who sang with Duan Xiu almost made her wonder if it was her own.

And now-

The good times are gone forever, how can people not be surprised or confused.

"Mum, you're here, let me tell you, the fat uncle will continue to live here from today, and I want to sleep with him tonight."

"Oh, yes." Song Xiaoqiao responded, seeing Duan Nan looking over with a slight smile in his eyes.

I haven't seen such a smile for a long time.

By the way, it seems that it was after taking him to meet Xu Lu that time.

Hey, I never asked him formally.

But it is naturally impossible now, the son is still here.

"Mummy, you can go to class without worry, when the time comes, I will pick you up with Uncle Fat, okay?"

"it is good."

Seeing her son started whispering to Duan Nan again, Song Xiaoqiao turned and went to the restaurant.

It's a bad feeling to eat breakfast alone.

However, listening to the laughter from the living room from time to time, Song Xiaoqiao's heart was filled again.

She is also a mother, a fact that took her three years to accept.

Now it has been accepted to the point of being as pure as fire.

Biting the bun, she suddenly thought of the painting she drew in the study, wondering if Duan Xiu had noticed it.

It seems that I didn’t see it on the table before, could it be——

Thinking of this, Song Xiaoqiao quickly finished her breakfast and ran upstairs as if on fire.

"Madam, please slow down, you can't run away just after eating." The voice of the servant behind him slowly faded away.

Song Xiaoqiao ran to the third floor in one breath, and now, she really felt a little comfortable.

After taking a few breaths and feeling better, he went to the study.

The door of the study room was still wide open, but why did Duan Xiu's laughter be heard inside.

It's over, no way.

Song Xiaoqiao looked in from the door, okay, Duan Xiu seems to be videoing with someone.

It was only then that I heard him talking to others, and almost all of them were talking to him.

He was wearing a bluetooth headset, Song Xiaoqiao couldn't hear who was there, but he felt very familiar.

Otherwise, Duan Xiu wouldn't speak so casually.

"Take me to dinner and bring two bottles of high-grade red wine—what if I can't drink it, let's see you drink it——I'll send you back when you're drunk."

Song Xiaoqiao couldn't take it anymore, it was drinking again.

Isn't there an old saying that when you often walk by the river, there is no one who doesn't get wet shoes. Now Duan Xiu is walking on the edge of wine, and sooner or later he can't help it.

Sighing, Song Xiaoqiao went straight to the bedroom.

Seeing his little wife leave, Duan Xiu took off the Bluetooth headset, and the computer in front of him was clearly just a file, so there was no video.

However, the top page holding the document looks like the painting Song Xiaoqiao drew earlier.

Duan Xiu picked it up on the ground, and thinking about how long his little wife stayed in the study, he naturally guessed that it was from her hand.

For the sake of accuracy, someone went to the surveillance camera to check, and the result——

In fact, this painting is not very professional, it is just a random graffiti, but Duan Xiu saw the position where he was drawn in the middle, and because of this position, Duan Xiu couldn't help laughing.

It seems that in the eyes of the little wife, he still has a lot of status.

If Song Xiaoqiao knew this, she would definitely think that her ears had heard it wrong.

Duan Xiu stayed in the study for another ten minutes before coming out. The bedroom was quiet. At first he thought his little wife was not in there. When he was about to turn around, he heard the sound of flipping a book, and then walked in in surprise. .

On the big bed, Song Xiaoqiao was reclining on it, holding a book in her hand, reading with gusto.

He came in, and she didn't even lift her eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a little blocked in my heart. Now, it seems that I don't even have the status of the book in her hand.

Someone, jealousy has reached a new level.

At this moment, Duan Xiuhao wants to be the book in The Little Wife, so that she will hold herself in the palm of her hand every day.

"Finished the phone call?" Song Xiaoqiao finally spoke, and while speaking, her eyes moved to someone at the door.

In an instant, Duan Xiu felt that his status had risen several steps in an instant, and even the disappointment in his eyes disappeared.

"Well, what book are you reading? I'm so engrossed in it." Duan Xiu said that he had already arrived at the bed, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit in front of Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao looked at him, shaking the collection of essays in the book, "It's nothing to read, let's cultivate our sentiments."

"Oh, sentiment is a good thing, it's good to cultivate it if you don't have anything to do." Duan Xiu answered, and after finishing the answer, he felt something was wrong.

What is he talking about.

In Song Xiaoqiao's eyes, the word shock could no longer be used to describe it. She even wondered if she had read it wrong. Is this "big god" in front of her Duan Xiu?
Is sentiment a good thing?
God, let's talk about lightning.

"Little Qiao, do you like reading?"

"Yes, I like it."

"Like watching cartoons?"

"like."

"like me?"

"I like it~" Song Xiaoqiao finished speaking and raised her eyes, "Duan Xiu, do you have no documents to approve?"

Duan Xiu smiled, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and moved it directly to his chest, "Honey, from tonight onwards, you are mine."

"That's why you let Brother Nan live here."

"That's natural, or else—" Duan Xiu didn't continue, but replaced it with a smile.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, could someone think of something else, such as her own son.

Of course, at this moment, she didn't want to spoil this kind of warm scene that she had come so hard to get, even if she was against her will.

In her mind, her son is equally important as Duan Xiu, and she puts them in the most important position in her heart seriously.

However, in her opinion, Duan Xiu didn't think so at all.

He has a great determination to fight Song Xiaohan to the end, and he wants to show his position as the boss in the family at all times.

So that Song Xiaohan would always say "From now on, I will be the boss of the family" when Duan Xiu is not at home.

Song Xiaoqiao even felt that even now, her son might not know the true meaning of boss.

Upstairs is warm, downstairs is noisy, plus, Cai Meng's arrival, huh, it's even more lively.

Duan Xiu only found out about Cai Meng's arrival near noon.

The moment he saw Cai Meng, Duan Xiu's face was serious, but when he saw the red wine on the coffee table, Duan Xiu smiled again.

In those eyes, there is clearly a feeling of wanting to drink.

Song Xiaoqiao could tell that if she hadn't forced herself to suppress it, Duan Xiu would have started drinking it long ago.

It's only been two months since his stomach recovered, and she had a drink in the middle. Although nothing happened, she didn't want to take chances, and she didn't want to see him in the hospital again.

Three women in one play, three men plus a kid, it's going to turn the family upside down.

Song Xiaoqiao was soothed by a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the sofa in the living room, and even though she was a certain distance away, laughter from the kitchen could still be heard continuously.

The one who laughed the loudest was Cai Meng. I don't know if this guy can cook, but he heard a very loud sound anyway.

There is also Song Xiaohan's standard milk baby voice, which from time to time allows the symphony to be mixed with a clear stream.

Song Xiaoqiao took a few sips before lying down on the sofa.

A funny movie was playing on the TV, but Song Xiaoqiao couldn't listen to it anymore.

All around her ears were the sounds from the kitchen, which made her want to go and have a look.

However, thinking of her son's resistance to her every time she wanted to go into the kitchen, Song Xiaoqiao suddenly froze, so forget it.

When she has time, she will study cooking carefully.

Suddenly there was a louder sound, followed by Cai Meng's high-pitched cry, and at the same time, the sound of the plate falling on the ground, Song Xiaoqiao couldn't sit still.

Quickly put down the controller in his hand and rushed to the kitchen.

However, at the door of the kitchen, Song Xiaohan was already waiting here.

"Mommy, don't come in, otherwise, we won't have a kitchen." Song Xiaohan stretched out two small hands, blocking the doorway, very cute.

But what he said hit Song Xiaoqiao deeply again.

It's okay to be rejected, but being rejected many times, and being rejected has a trend of only rising but not falling, which is unbearable.

"Mommy, hurry up and go to the living room. Dad and fat uncle are here. It's okay." Song Xiaohan said and began to push Song Xiaoqiao.

The breath in Song Xiaoqiao's chest almost didn't go well, she looked up at Cai Meng who was sweeping the debris on the ground, and Duan Xiu who was watching a good show, Duan Nan was the normal one, and he nodded slightly at Song Xiaoqiao.

Exhaling, Song Xiaoqiao decisively turned around and left.

"Hanhan, you can't treat Mummy like this, your Mummy will be very sad if you do this." Duan Nan's voice sounded from behind.

Song Xiaoqiao felt slightly relieved, but Duan Xiu's words immediately turned her into petrification.

"Since you don't like Mommy, then give your Mommy to me. I like her."

Then came the voice of Duan Nan coughing lightly, and the voice of Cai Meng who couldn't help teasing.

"Duan Xiu, aren't you afraid that Xiao Qiao will let you sleep in the study at night?"

"It's okay. If I sleep in the study, I will bring her with me."

Song Xiaoqiao's mouth twitched and she left.

Going up to the third floor in one breath, Song Xiaoqiao strode towards the bedroom.

She was so mad, these two people made her more angry than the other.

Crazy, she finally felt that way now.

Downstairs, Song Xiaohan tilted his head as if thinking about life.

Duan Nan picked him up, stretched out his hand and tapped his little nose, "Hanhan, be nicer to Mommy."

"Oh, I see." Song Xiaohan muttered.

The lunch was finally served after a thousand calls, and Song Xiaoqiao was dragged down from upstairs by her son, and then sat at the dining table, which was enough to dissipate all the anger in her heart.

Duan Xiu was busy, the servants had already been dismissed, at this moment, Duan Xiu was a chef, with three apprentices who were not able to move.

Duan Nan brought out a plate of braised chicken that he cooked himself. Of course, if he hadn't reported the name of the dish, Song Xiaoqiao might have mistaken it for caramel.

As for Song Xiaohan, he brought a small plate of fruit, which he carefully prepared for Mommy under the guidance of Duan Nan, it can be seen that he put his heart into it.

As for the last one, Cai Meng's dish was served until the end.

When Song Xiaoqiao saw the dish in his hand, Song Xiaoqiao almost threw the chopsticks away in shock.

"Here, this is tomato salad, please give me your advice."

Cai Meng reported the name of the dish and put the plate in front of Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao really wanted to push it away.

His eyes moved to his son's plate of fruit, and then to Cai Meng's plate again.

After staring straight at her for three seconds, Song Xiaoqiao swallowed her saliva, and then stretched out her chopsticks.

Cai Meng's eyes are bright, and his hands are rubbing together.

"It's not bad." Although it didn't look very good, Song Xiaoqiao only said the last sentence in her heart, and didn't have the guts to say it directly.

With her act of "burning the kitchen", all of these were killed in an instant.

Seeing that Song Xiaoqiao ate a piece, Duan Nan moved Cai Meng's plate directly in front of her.

"I like to eat this." Duan Nan lied sincerely.

Even people who don't pay much attention to Song Xiaoqiao can see it.

The corners of Cai Meng's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak. He already understood Duan Nan's meaning in his heart.

There was a lot of laughter throughout the meal.

Except for Duan Xiu's few dishes, the rest were all mentioned.

The most talked about is Duan Nan's braised chicken.

The atmosphere was immediately mobilized, laughter continued, and people made troubles one after another.

The corners of Song Xiaoqiao's mouth curled up, seeing how cute her son was and how nice her husband was, what else could she think about.

However, when Duan Nan looked at Song Xiaohan, there was clearly something more in his eyes, but it was only an instant thing.

(End of this chapter)