Okay, you chopped him. Cheng Yingxuan said in his heart. At the same time, I imagined that Yan Shiting was holding a gold steel kitchen knife in his hand, and his hands fell, and the momentum was cut into countless pieces. The chopped pieces were taken to the hot pot tonight and simmered.

She giggled happily and felt so happy when she thought of it.

Does Mr. Yan's meat taste good?

Cheng Yingxuan stared at his knife-like cold face, the frost-frozen ice face, the extra strong body of this body, this head, the meat must be very hard, and the bite must be very chrome...

Yan Shiting was seen by her heart hair, "Cheng Yingxuan what expression are you?" Eerie, as if there is an ulterior conspiracy... "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't see my mother smiling bitterly." Cheng Xiaobao shook his head, a face that was not taught by the son, "Uncle Yan, you are so bloody... you are not afraid that my dad will become a ghost, come to you at night?"

His voice oscillated from his chest, and he was full of momentum, "I am not afraid of ghosts!"

Xiaobao folded her hands together and said, "Ami tofu, Dad, you can go to Uncle Yan tonight, he wants to chop you, you can just unload him into 180 pieces. You don’t have to chop it too much.” Huh, dare to bully his dead dad, there is no door!

"..." Yan Shiting smelled a face. Very jealous of the dead man. He vowed to dig the grave as soon as he knew who it was!

Cheng Yingxuan looked amused at the side and looked at the cartoon wall clock on the wall. It was 5:40 in the afternoon. "What to eat tonight? Aunt Wang is not here. I said that I don't want to do any housework tonight, nor do I want to eat outside. Sit and eat."

She said nothing. She went to the sofa and lay down in a paralyzed lazy way. She stretched her arms and legs and nestled on the sofa uncomfortably.

Cheng Xiaobao volunteered, "Xuan Xuan, you can rest assured that I am here and I can't be hungry. I will definitely cook for you."

"Little guy will cook?" Yan Shiting's unexpected eyes shot over.

Xiaobao lowered her head, "I will only scramble eggs and fried rice..."

"Then I will eat Xiaobao love egg fried rice tonight." Cheng Yingxuan yawned. Generally speaking, she is not very picky.

"Okay." The little guy ran into the kitchen fartly, and looked back in two steps. "Uncle Yan, I only cook for my mother, without your share."

Yan Shiting is full of black lines, isn't it just an egg fried rice?

The little things cook at the age of a little fart. If you do it, you will burn the kitchen. The fried rice must be huge.

He glanced at Cheng Yingxuan with dissatisfaction, "You really let Xiaobao cook?"

She shrugged and took the remote control to watch TV. "Isn't he busy in the kitchen? Isn't it fake? My son always takes care of me."

Speaking of this, I'm so relieved.

His mouth twitched, this woman...

"President Yan, you can go out for dinner. You are not allowed to have your maid deliver dinner tonight," she said lazily.

"why?"

She sneered, "You treat me stupid, you have always been used to eating big meals, the mountains and seafood sent, our mother and son eat egg fried rice, see your food drooling?" Throwing him a provincial look, " Want to greet me and Xiaobao's bad thoughts, put away."

Yan Shiting didn't expect that this woman's mind was exquisite and sharp, and she would look through it, with no traces on the surface. "Who is as bad as you." He would only be more vicious.