Chapter 145

After thinking about it, the little boy took out the snow beef and cabbage and fried another dish.

"It's so annoying. Why choose dinner time?" The little boy drew while unhappy and roast, "I don't want to get him food at all, which will increase my workload."

The mouth hates the body integrity.

As soon as Shen Qianshu came home, he smelled a smell of meat.

"Honey, Mommy is back." Shen Qianshu put on his slippers, lost his bag, and happily went straight to the kitchen. As soon as he passed the porch, he saw Ye Ling's indifferent face, stunned, and blurted out, "Why are you here?"

The tone is very unwelcome!

Yeling's face sank, and the feeling of irritability came up again.

Shen Qianshu seconds adjusted a smile, "Sir, you have returned home? When did you come back? Is there anything you want to do with us?"

His tone softened three points.

She is always subconscious, not to make Yeling angry.

She seemed to have the function of receiving Yeling's mood barometer, and she was very sensitive to his emotional changes.

Tong Hua forked his waist in the kitchen. "Mommy, he just threatened me."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Yeling said, "do I need to intimidate you? It takes minutes for me to throw you downstairs."

"Mommy, look, this is intimidation."

"I don't need to intimidate anyone." Ye Ling said.

The little boy drew, "of course, you look terrible."

"What did you say?"

Shen Qianshu looked left and right, rubbed his stomach, "are you hungry, sir? Have a meal together?"

"Mommy!" The little boy cried angrily. How can he do this? "Mommy, am I still your sweetheart?"

"Of course." Shen Qianshu said, but after all, this is the thigh. What about the routine we agreed on?

Children's paintings, "..."

Yeling didn't know what riddles the mother and son were playing. She kept flirting, which was very eye-catching. "I want to blind your eyes."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

In a word, the mother and son stopped flirting. Shen Qianshu washed his hands and changed his household clothes. The children's painting had brought out three bowls of noodles, a bowl of huge soup and two plates of fried vegetables. Yeling sat down with uncle, and he didn't mean to help at all.

Shen Qianshu looked at the super heavy dishes and looked at the little boy's painting with a little surprise.

Eh?

Little boy Hua stared at her, his ears red, Shen Qianshu blinked, son, is this a routine? The little boy stamped his feet, turned around and ran to the bedroom. Shen Qianshu hurriedly turned around, "baby, I'm wrong, don't..."

Shy!

It feels like the young master is going to blow up, so forget it.

Tut Tut, the typical mouth hates body integrity. I cooked so many dishes.

He also made three bowls of noodles.

Yeling said, "it's good. The annoying ghost is not here. Let's eat."

Shen Qianshu looked at him. "Sir, this is made by your annoying ghost. He also made noodles for you. The poached egg in your bowl is bigger than mine. Won't your conscience hurt if you dislike him so much?"

"No!" Yeling's face was cold without hesitation.

Shenqianshu, "... I'm special... Well, sir, whatever you say is right. I'll call Tonghua for dinner."

Halfway through the scolding, Shen Qianshu suddenly turned his voice and knocked on the door of the children's painting.

Childish painting cheerfully opened the door.

"This is a routine!" The little boy painted angrily stared at her, "don't laugh."

Shen Qianshu looked at him seriously, and his fist touched him, "well, this is a routine."

When the mother and son returned to the table, Yeling had already eaten impolitely.

The little boy was very upset when he drank soup.