Chapter 275 What Happened with Meng Na
The little guy jumped off the ground and slipped out of the master bedroom.
Cheng Yingxuan had already woken up. She walked into the master bedroom wearing slippers and happened to bump into Cheng Xiaobao's small body.
"Reckless." She said that, but reached out and touched her son's head lovingly.
"Mom, I wanted to cut Uncle Yan's meat just now, but he refused to show off." The little guy complained angrily.
Cheng Yingxuan glanced at Yan Shiting, who was sitting on the big bed with his back against the head of the bed, "This is your fault. I'll just cut you off and refuse to do it. What's the point of showing off?"
Yan Shiting's cold eyes shot towards her, "Do you know what kind of meat he wants to cut?"
"Bird meat." Cheng Xiaobao said with an innocent face.
Cheng Yingxuan answered, "Isn't it just cutting a bird into pieces..." When she saw Yan Shiting's black face, her eyes fell on his crotch, "Oh hehehehe..." Suddenly she laughed without any shame. It turns out that Xiaobao wanted to cut someone's bird...
"Mom, why are you laughing?" Xiaobao raised his head, his big eyes full of confusion.
"Baby is so cute." She smiled without saying a word and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Yan Shiting's face was extremely ugly. This damn woman, knowing that he was embarrassed, not only refused to help him, but also laughed wildly.
See if he turns around and kills her without a big bird!
Cheng Yingxuan was in the bathroom and could feel someone's serious resentment through the wall. She couldn't help but tremble. That dead man was definitely cursing her.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, a large pot of Xiaobao brand white rice porridge was placed on the dining table in the small living room.
The porridge is cooked to perfection...
No rice or porridge.
Cheng Yingxuan packed a plate of pickles, and the three of them drank porridge with the pickles.
"Does it taste good?" Xiaobao looked expectantly at the two adults sitting next to him.
"..." Yan Shiting was silent. It really doesn’t taste good, and the little guy has no talent for cooking. He didn't want to lie to children, and he didn't want to say it was delicious, so he simply kept silent. Moreover, he has never had such a simple 'lunch'?
"I drink from my heart." Cheng Yingxuan spoke very cleverly.
Xiaobao was dejected, "That's because the porridge I cooked didn't taste good... In fact, I couldn't even swallow it. You two adults don't need to tell white lies."
"Xiaobao is already very capable," she said. "I didn't care about you for breakfast or lunch, poor little guy."
Yan Shiting frowned after hearing this, and cold light shot from his sharp pupils to her face, "Cheng Yingxuan, how do you take care of your children like this?"
She was shot in the face and asked, "Why, I didn't take it well?"
"What do you think?" His voice was cold.
"It doesn't matter to you whether it's good or not. I have my own sense of discretion. Although Xiaobao is only over four years old, with his IQ, it is equivalent to that of a teenager. What's the point of training the child's self-care ability?"
Yan Shiting twitched the corners of his lips, with an expression that clearly despised her for not being qualified as a mother.
Cheng Yingxuan was angry. If he hadn't left in a hurry that morning and didn't come back until after six o'clock this morning, and Romona made another fuss last night, how could she have stayed up all night?
If she hadn't had insomnia last night, she wouldn't have let her son make breakfast and lunch.
It's all this dead man's fault. What shame does he have to blame?
"Mom, Uncle Yan also cares about me." Cheng Xiaobao shook Cheng Yingxuan's arm.
Only then did she calm down.
After lunch, Yan Shiting sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV, watching financial news from foreign English channels.
Cheng Yingxuan grabbed the remote control and directly switched to the channel showing cartoons. She was thinking that he still hadn't explained what happened with the woman named Luo last night?