C8

"Tap, tap …"

Taking off his suit, Xiang Jing Cheng wore only a white shirt, black western pants and Herm's belt. He dressed very simply, giving off the aura of a successful man.

Deterrence, however, caught the eyes of others.

Su Jing Heng waved his hand and pointed to the seat beside him.

The mother and son were sitting facing each other, and the little guy was referring to the seat between them.

Xiang Jing Cheng did not refuse and sat down in the seat between the mother and son.

Su Jing Heng was very satisfied with this rich and handsome father of his, but he was also filled with curiosity.

Xiang Jing Cheng picked up the knife and fork by his side, looked at his own child, and used his lower jaw to compare the dishes on the table.

"Oh!"

Su Jing Heng replied.

Just as she was about to pick up the tableware beside her, she saw knives, forks, spoons and chopsticks placed on the side of the dining table. Everything had been arranged – there were too many choices!

Of course, they were all children's tableware.

Seeing that, the old butler picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up some dishes for Su Jing Heng, "Little young master, it's your first day living in Prime Minister's Palace, so I don't know what dishes you'd like to eat, so I specially prepared a Chinese and Western style dinner for you. "Squeak me, I'll pinch you!"

The two meter long dining table was already huge enough. Looking around, there were over fifty dishes piled up on top of the table! Three people to eat!

The lives of the rich. What a waste!

In order to show independence in front of Xiang Jing Cheng during their first meeting.

He waved his hand and said arrogantly, "No need, no need! I'm five years old! I will eat by myself! "

Seeing this, the old butler nodded with a smile and stepped aside.

Su Jing Heng laid on the table, picked up the piece of Red Braised Meat closest to him, and sent it into Xiang Jing Cheng's bowl.

When Su Yun Wan saw it, the jealousy in her heart flipped by half!

Why had he never seen this little thing fawning on him while eating at home?

"Yes."

Xiang Jing Cheng answered indifferently. When his gaze landed on Yun Wan, who had not touched her chopsticks the entire time, it was as if she was looking at a wanderer he had accepted at home. "Miss Su doesn't need to be courteous.

It was clearly a sarcasm but the latter half of the sentence made people feel like they were getting closer to the other side.

When Su Yun Wan looked at him, she felt that those indifferent eyes were filled with deterrence, making people not dare to look at him directly — —