Chapter 43

"Young master, it's time to go down to dinner."

At dinner time, the servant called Junyin outside the door.

But Xia Wanyuan because the foot is inconvenient, Wang Bo sent the food to the bedroom.

God knows that even the sweepers did not dare to move anything in the bedroom of junshiling at the beginning, but now even the food can be carried into the master bedroom. Uncle Wang's look at Xia Wanyuan became more and more loving.

Looking at the food on the bedside table, Xiao Bao quit. "I want to eat in the bedroom, too. I want to go with mommy."

"Young master, young master is still waiting for you below." Servant dare not say heavy words to Jun Yin, have to be careful to persuade.

"No! I'll eat it here. " Xiaobao wants to stick to Xia Wanyuan.

"Young master." The servant was in a dilemma.

"Hum." Xiaobao buried his face in the quilt, just to stay here.

Unexpectedly, footsteps came from the door. Before Xiaobao could react, a pair of big hands had grabbed his back collar.

"Again." The voice of magnetism rings out, the neck of small treasure subconscious shrinks, suffered!

Xiaobao kicks his leg and is lifted from the bed by junshiling. Xiaobao grabs junshiling's arm and kicks his leg in mid air.

But his strength is far from that of junshiling. He can only be moved out of the room by junshiling.

Until sitting at the dinner table, Xiaobao is still angry with the baby's fat face, unilaterally began to cold war with Jun Shiling.

"If you don't eat well, you sleep alone at night."

Jun Shiling glanced at Xiao Bao's face and said in a cold voice.

"Sleep on your own, hum, bad dad."

Xiaobao looked at junshiling angrily. He thought he would not eat.

But in the afternoon, the kindergarten organized to play games together. He ran all over the room. He was hungry for a long time. Now he grunted at the right time.

When the emperor moved his lips, he grilled Jun Yin's favorite braised chicken wings in front of him.

Looking at the chicken wings wrapped in soy sauce, Xiaobao swallowed his saliva. Without reminding junshiling, he picked up chopsticks and buried himself in the delicious food.

At night, Xia Wanyuan's foot hurt, junshiling does not allow Junyin to sleep with her.

Xia Wanyuan is not easy to move when lying in the master bedroom. Junshiling and Junyin sleep together in the bedroom prepared for Xia Wanyuan.

Considering Xia Wanyuan's preference, the bedroom is decorated with a girlish heart, and the light pink color makes the whole room full of dreams.

Just and just came out of the bathroom a cold momentum of Jun Shi Ling very not match.

When eating, he called bad dad and said he could sleep alone.

At this time, he was waiting for Jun Shiling to sleep with him.

"Daddy, there are little monsters."

After this time together, Xiaobao is no longer afraid of junshiling, and often relies on and acts coquettishly between his words.

Junshiling took a look at his son who was disgusted. At last, he went to bed and let xiaowanzi entangle himself with his hands and feet.

For a moment, junshiling, wrapped in milk fragrance, looked at the decoration of the dream princess room, frowning tightly.

Now the woman was sleeping in his bed, and the proper master of his manor was coming to sleep in the guest room.

be insatiable.

Jun Shiling gave Xia Wanyuan such a conclusion in his heart, but in his deep eyes, he could not see the slightest coldness.

The next day was the weekend. The plan to go back to the old house to see the old man was stranded because of Xia Wanyuan's injury.

Originally, it was good for junshiling to take Junyin with him, but since the last time he saw Xia Wanyuan's words, he said that he wanted Xia Wanyuan to go to see him with them.

Junshiling had no choice but to tell the old man about Xia Wanyuan's injury. It happened that the old man was going to have a party with his former comrades in arms this week, so he agreed to let them go next week.

Last night, junshiling also told Xia Wanyuan that Mr. Zhong had called.

Xia Wanyuan didn't answer the phone to Zhong Lao. Thinking that he should have had a rest, he discussed with Li Nian and made an appointment to meet Zhong Lao at the manor at 10 o'clock today.

As soon as he saw that he was in junshiling's home, Zhong naturally agreed. He appreciated the young man very much.

I haven't contacted Mr. Zhong for a long time. Since I called yesterday, today junshiling is not in a hurry to go to the company. Instead, he stays in the manor to work.

"Young master," Uncle Wang suddenly appeared on the sofa and bowed respectfully, "madam wants to sit in the garden, but it's inconvenient to hurt her foot."

In fact, a stretcher and wheelchair can solve the problem. For the resourceful and experienced professional housekeeper, it was not supposed to disturb junshiling.

Junshiling gave Uncle Wang a cold look, and he bowed his head slightly. Naturally, he knew that junshiling had seen through his idea at a glance.

For a long time, Wang Bo thought that he had guessed the wrong idea of junshiling and touched the forbidden area of junshiling.

Junshiling put down his work and went upstairs.

Before long, Jun Shiling appeared at the entrance of the stairs with Xia Wanyuan in a long yellow knitted skirt.

Xia Wanyuan was still a little confused until he was carried out.

Just about to let two nannies help her out of the door, but junshiling suddenly pushed the door in. Seeing her jump with her feet, junshiling frowned.

Before she asked what junshiling was doing, the nannies on both sides had handed her hands to junshiling. Junshiling picked her up just like yesterday.

It's easy for people to fall down the stairs. Xia Wanyuan can't help tightening his hands on Jun Shiling's shoulders.

The fragrance in his arms wafted from his nose. As soon as junshiling lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of Xia Wanyuan's long eyelashes.

Even if he held a person in his arms, junshiling's movement was as steady as a rock, but it was much slower. It seemed that he was afraid of falling the person in his arms.

As soon as Xia Wanyuan was carried to the prepared chair in the garden, there was a sound of walking in the distance.

A young woman accompanied an old man with white hair, but he was hale and hearty.

"Mr. Zhong." In the face of this respected old man, junshiling was quite modest and respectful.

"Jun." Mr. Zhong had a good laugh, full of Zhongqi.

When he approached, Zhong found a very beautiful woman sitting beside junshiling.

"Is this your wife?" Mr. Zhong wondered why he had never heard of junshiling getting married?

Not to mention that he and junshiling still have some origins, from junshiling's current status in China, getting married should also be earth shaking news.

"Mr. Zhong, I'm Xia Wanyuan." Xia Wanyuan smiles at Mr. Zhong.

Mr. Zhong was stunned at first, and then remembered that the master of traditional Chinese painting who had made an appointment with him was also called Xia Wanyuan.

Isn't it?!