President entangled with little sweet wife - Chapter 522

Song Xiaoya sent Xiaojie and left. The moving picture of mother and son meeting made her burst into tears. Moreover, she was not suitable to stay there all the time.

There’s always room for mother and son.

After Song Xiaoya left, Feng Shuangshuang suddenly asked Xiao Jie, “Xiao Jie, do you want to be with your mother forever?”

Xiao Jie nodded subconsciously. Of course, he thought, but Dad would not agree.

“Xiao Jie, you don’t have to worry, mom has a way…”

In addition to the restaurant, song Xiaoya goes home, leaving two bodyguards there. After a while, she calls back to report the situation.

To song Xiaoya’s surprise, Feng Shuangshuang and Xiao Jie have been staying in the box of the restaurant since the afternoon and never come out.

Song Xiaoya put down her mobile phone and continued to cook soup.

It’s time for Jiang Beichen to go home from work. Song Xiaoya opens the pot and smells.

She is very satisfied with the spoon filled a little bit, carefully to the mouth blowing, and then want to taste the taste.

Just after taking a sip, song Xiaoya immediately vomited her hand and began to exhale, “it’s so hot…”

At this time, a pair of hands around her waist behind her, whispered in her ear, “stupid woman!”

She has been burned to her tongue many times, but she still has no memory. It’s really stupid and distressing.

Song Xiaoya pushed the man behind him, “you go out and wait. You can have dinner in two minutes.”

Jiang Beichen did not listen to her words, but looked at the pot, “crucian carp soup?”

“Well, isn’t it delicious?” Song Xiaoya said triumphantly.

Jiang Beimo smelled her hair, “you are more fragrant…”

Song Xiaoya blushed, “don’t drink fish soup for a while! I’ll let the baby drink your share, too! ”

The baby is more obedient than this man. He doesn’t pick anything, and he is smart.

“No way!” Hearing song Xiaoya’s words, Jiang Beichen immediately frowns and looks unhappy. How can his wife make all the soup for that smelly boy!

“You can’t even say it’s delicious. Why drink it?”

Jiang Beichen buries her face on her neck, “I didn’t say no incense, what I said is that you are more fragrant…”

A few minutes later, the servant came down to dinner with the little guy. Three members of the family sat side by side at the table, with song Xiaoya in the middle.

She first filled a bowl of fish soup and put it in front of the little guy, “baby, can you taste the soup made by your mother?”

Jiang Beichen’s face sank down, this woman recently and this smelly boy more and more intimate, it seems to give this smelly boy a lesson!

When the little guy was about to drink soup, a big hand suddenly reached out and took the soup in front of him.

Jiang Beichen took a sip of the soup and said with satisfaction, “it tastes good!”

The little guy angrily looks at his father who robbed on the way, and then looks at his mother, as if he was complaining.

Song Xiaoya saw her son’s aggrieved expression, and suddenly some hair, “Jiang Beichen, there are so many soup in the pot, why do you grab your son’s soup?”

This man is so old that he knows to bully his two-year-old son all the time. Doesn’t he feel ashamed?

Moreover, the son is different from other people’s children. He doesn’t complain, but he will protest in his own way.

Just like the last time I put bitter gourd in Jiang Beichen’s rice bowl.

And Jiang Beichen will retaliate against his son in turn, which makes song Xiaoya feel headache in the middle.

Now that Jiang Beichen has taken his son’s job, won’t it cause a chain reaction again?

Thinking of this, song Xiaoya immediately comforted her son, “it doesn’t matter, mother will give the baby another bowl, it must be more than him!”

Jiang Beichen heard that song Xiaoya was going to give the little guy soup again, and immediately said to the servant, “come here and give the little bastard soup!”

“Yes, young master!” The servant quickly took a bowl of soup and put it in front of the little guy.

The soup was not served by my mother. The little guy was not happy, but he drank the soup obediently.

When song Xiaoya saw that her son had finished drinking, she was relieved, “how is it, good to drink?”

The little guy wiped his mouth and said contentedly, “it’s delicious.”

At this time, Jiang Beichen had finished the soup and handed the empty bowl to song Xiaoya, “another bowl!”

“Is it that good?” See Jiang Beichen drink soup so fast, let song Xiaoya heart a joy. It seems that her soup is very good. I like it all the year round.

Song Xiaoya took the bowl he sent and gave him a bowl of fish soup.

At this time, the little guy also finished the soup in the bowl and lifted the bowl up, “Mom, I want more.”

“Good!” Song Xiaoya smiles and gives the little guy another bowl.

Just put it down, Jiang Beichen handed over the bowl again, “another bowl!”Song Xiaoya can see that this big and small are in a rage. It depends on who drinks more.

Finally, when the little guy asked for the third bowl, song Xiaoya said, “baby, let’s drink next time. It’s time to eat!”

The little guy looked at Jiang Beichen with provocation on his face and said stubbornly, “Mom, I still want to drink!”

“……” Song Xiaoya was surprised to see that her son insisted so much.

At this time, Jiang Beichen suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, looked at the smelly boy around him with disdain, and sneered, “drink too much, be careful to wet the bed!”

In his black eyes, that kind of sarcastic expression did not hide!

Hearing the word “bed wetting”, the little guy’s face immediately turned red. He covered his face with shame, “I won’t wet the bed!”

“Is it?” Jiang Beichen picked pick eyebrows, and then asked, “that, the day before yesterday is who wet the bed?”

The day before yesterday, after breakfast, the little guy was still in the room and refused to come out. It was only when song Xiaoya went to the room to look for him that he found that the little guy had wet his bed and had no face to go out!

Song Xiaoya was afraid that the little guy was too ashamed. At that time, she comforted him, saying that he was still young and would not wet his bed when he grew up.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Beichen said it in front of everyone and laughed at his son.

In his opinion, a smelly boy who sleeps and wets his bed has the face to compete with him? How ridiculous!

The little guy was ridiculed by his father. As expected, he lowered his face in shame. His face turned red and he didn’t dare to raise his head.

In fact, he hasn’t peed in bed for a long time, because he drank too much juice the night before, so he couldn’t help it.

For this reason, he has been ridiculed by his father for three days, the day before yesterday, yesterday, today, not a day!

Looking at the embarrassed look of the little guy, song Xiaoya quickly came out to comfort him, “it’s not a big deal for a child to wet the bed. Just pay more attention next time.”