CEO,Love Me Quick

"It's OK. I just want to ask you to clean up Song Qing's room. I'll go and see who's coming down here." The East spoke and went to the stairs.

And song Jiaojiao also came to Song Qing's room, his room and she are not much different, but their own room is more than her balcony.

It seems that there are only two rooms on the whole floor with balconies, so she is not so curious.

All the things in the suitcase are taken out and ready to be put. Song Qing is also very obedient to help song Jiaojiao pack things together.

"Are you tired? Why don't you go and have a rest first. I wish my mother would come. "

Song Jiaojiao looks at Song Qing heartily.

"It's OK, mom. I can come to these things. I'll help you and find some delicious food for me when I'm done, OK?"

Song Qing shakes her head in a coquettish way, urging song Jiaojiao to continue to pack things up.

Looking at her sensible son, song Jiaojiao shook her head helplessly, went forward to embrace Song Qing, pressed his face, pinched his pink face, and said with a smile, "baby, how can you be so sensible? It's so sweet to be sensible. "

When the old lady entered the room, she saw such a scene: the luggage boxes were opened one by one on the ground, and the luggage boxes contained many books and children's items.

At the moment, song Jiaojiao is kneeling on the ground, holding Song Qing in her arms, with heartache and helplessness on her face.

This time, she understood that she had misunderstood song Jiaojiao, just like before. In fact, Song Qing didn't have some resistance to song Jiaojiao. On the contrary, because she was too much in love, she would have some worries, which made her feel more distressed.

She waved to Dongfang Yan and then sat in the living room waiting for them to go downstairs.

When song Jiaojiao takes Song Qing downstairs to make something, she sees the old lady and is slightly surprised. Then she regains her composure. She says hello to the old lady and goes to the kitchen to make delicious food for the baby.

At this time, Dongfang Yan didn't stay, and went to the kitchen to prepare for song Jiaojiao. After all, the kitchen was very big. I didn't know if song Jiaojiao could find what she needed.

Song Jiaojiao opens the kitchen and finds a steak in the refrigerator. She doesn't usually make some junk food for Song Qing, nor does she make some simple cakes for Song Qing.

Song Qing likes steaks very much, but if it wasn't for his age that he wasn't suitable for eating some deeper steaks, it's estimated that Song Qing could eat some medium rare steak every day.

Looking at Song Jiaojiao preparing to make a steak, Dongfang Yan can't help being slightly surprised, especially to see song Jiaojiao's skillful action, as if it had been done many times.

"How would you like your steak done?" When Song Qing's steak is fried in the pan, song Jiaojiao turns her head and looks at Dongfang Yan.

"Medium well done."

Dongfang Yan nodded and looked at her movements. It was estimated that there was no place he needed. So he left the kitchen and asked his grandmother how to prepare the steak. He went back to the room and told song Jiaojiao.

The latter was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded, and then continued to cook steak.

In fact, she wanted to make the same food again for the old lady, but she didn't think that Dongfang Yan came directly. She didn't mind making another steak.

After the steak was fried, song Jiaojiao poured fresh sauce on the steak. Every wheel on the steak was instantly dyed with fresh color, bubbling in the pot, looking very delicious.

In particular, when song Jiaojiao put it on the plate, she also made a little decoration. It looked like the steak cooked in an authentic steakhouse.

While frying the steak, song Jiaojiao, afraid that the old lady might not be used to the steak, made a Tricholoma matsutake soup and a vegetable salad roll.

Smelling the smell of the kitchen, the old lady felt a little hungry for the first time, so she took Song Qing to the table early, waiting for the delicious food that song Jiaojiao brought out.

When she saw that it was Western food, she could not help frowning. In fact, she preferred to eat Chinese food, but after all, song Jiaojiao had done it well, and she did not say much.

But when she looked at the steaks in front of her, she could not help but be surprised that she seldom ate steaks, but the steaks were obviously delicious and even better than those made by some senior chefs.

At this time, song Jiaojiao and Song Qing are focused on fighting with their own steak plate.

Dongfang Yan ate the steak in his mouth and nodded with satisfaction. He enjoyed it very much.

At this time, Song Qing and song Jiaojiao's warm cheeks, bulging small mouth are constantly chewing, black and bright eyes also narrowed into a seam.

Obviously, it is a meal, but the food in their mouth seems to become a delicious delicacy. It seems to be such a pleasure. At the same time, it makes people feel happy and makes both of them move their fingers.

As for their dining etiquette is also very good, it seems that they don't feel rude at all, even more lovely.The moment the old lady looked up, she saw the same mother and son, and she couldn't help laughing. When she turned her head to look at Dongfang Yan, a little thought flashed in her eyes.

At the moment, Dongfang Yan's sight falls on Song Jiaojiao's face. Song Jiaojiao's white face is dyed with light pink due to the hot steak, and her look in her eyes is also particularly eye-catching. She can't open her eyes, but she doesn't want to miss her every look.

The old lady seems to understand something. The girl in front of her is really lovely and real. Although she doesn't know how to do a lot of things like the ladies around her, she doesn't look artificial at all.

Song Jiaojiao and Song Qing, who are very happy to eat, naturally do not notice that the other two are not eating the delicious food in their hands, but are paying attention to the beautiful scenery in front of them.

After sending the old lady away, Song Qing is happy to be reborn. He jumps up on the sofa and rushes to Dongfang Yan.

"Daddy, are you my father?"

"Why have you not been with us so many years ago?"

"The big house we live in is so beautiful. I love it."

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At the moment, song qingjiao, who was silent and imitated the Buddha statue, was just like a different person, constantly pestering with the Oriental words. Her father and her father cried out

looking at such a Song Qing, song Jiaojiao frowned a little worried. However, one day the transaction between her and Dongfang Yan failed, how disappointed and miserable Song Qing should be?

But looking at Song Qing's excited and happy face, she couldn't bear to fight.

Well, everything goes as it should.