Chapter 1020 The President's Little Wife

This man, despite his demonic aura, even imitated women to wear skirts.

Shame or not?

Is there any manliness?

At this moment, Mother Gu wanted to poke her own eyes.

Song Ze greeted Gu's mother shyly: "What do you want to eat and drink, Auntie?"

He said this kind of words in a choked voice, which really hit Gu's mother's ears very well.

Mother Gu grinds her teeth, she wants to eat this man up!

She had a cold face: "Where did Chengcheng go?"

Song Ze hurriedly said, "Yicheng is squeezing juice in the kitchen. It's too hot, and I want to drink mango juice. Where's Auntie, what do you want to drink? I'll ask Chengcheng to squeeze a cup for you by the way."

Mother Gu... her heart aches to death. Her son has never been in the kitchen since he was a child when he used his coat to eat, not to mention squeezing juice, but now he is squeezing juice for such a coquettish bitch. She really pissed her off.

Song Ze picked up the file in the box on the coffee table and continued to trim his nails, while raising his voice to Gu Yicheng in the kitchen: "Yicheng, your mother is here, and you can squeeze a glass of juice for her by the way."

"No, no, no." Gu's mother was not willing to bother her son, and she didn't want to sit on the sofa and stare at Song Ze, a coquettish bitch, so she immediately got up and went to the kitchen.

It was only when I entered that I realized that my son was not only squeezing juice, but also cooking crayfish in the interval between squeezing juice.

Seeing Gu's mother coming in, Gu Yicheng reached out and touched the sweat on his face and smiled at Gu's mother: "Mom, you can just wait outside, and talk to Zeze by the way, he is very good at beauty makeup."

When Gu's mother saw Song Ze's alluring slut, she wanted to eat him raw, so she didn't have the mood to talk.

When she thought of her son's good cabbage being hounded by a coquettish bastard like Song Ze, she felt so distressed, and looked at Gu Yicheng with distressed and painful eyes: "You silly boy, why do you need such a thing?" Do it yourself, is the servant just a display?"

Gu Yicheng didn't seem to notice the pained expression in his mother's eyes, and said with a smirk, "Zeze and I both like the two-person world, and it's inconvenient to have multiple servants at home."

"Then you shouldn't do this kind of thing." Gu's mother was anxious: "You haven't done this kind of thing at home, he naturally treats himself as a woman, and he should do this kind of thing."

"Mom." Gu Yicheng hastily stretched out his hand to signal his mother to lower his voice: "Don't let Zeze hear your words, he will be sad when he hears it."

Without waiting for Gu's mother to speak again, he continued, "I am willing to cook for Zeze. His fingernails are so long and delicate, he can't do this kind of thing."

They are all men, what is delicate and not delicate, and if they are delicate, it is because their sons are more delicate and need to be served.

Mother Gu's heart hurts: "A rough man, why is he so delicate, and what is he wearing today?

"Mom." Gu Yicheng stared dissatisfiedly: "Zeze knew you were coming, and dressed so grandly on purpose, mom, how could you say that about Zeze, he was so sad to hear that."

Gu's mother was so angry that she was sad. She was not only sad, but also hurt her lungs and brain.

"Son, are you really just kidding?"

Gu Yicheng had a vicissitudes on his face: "Mom, I'm past the age of playing, and now I want to live a good life with Zeze."

Mother Gu: ...Just that coquettish slut outside, is that someone who can live?

But Gu's mother kept talking, her stupid son was like a young man who just fell in love, everything she said seemed to be farting.