Chapter 325: Borrowing and acting like a baby
Chapter 325 Borrowing alcohol to act like a baby
After Tian's mother went out, the man turned on the surveillance camera of the villa and watched Nanhuang and his three children making dumplings.
Xiao Jin is like him, even in character.
He has a quick mind and means. But in front of Nanhuang, she looked very cute.
In order to make the noodles firmer, Nanhuang kneaded the noodles for a long time. After the noodles were reconciled, she brought the fillings and a bowl of flour, and then taught the children how to make dumplings.
The children washed their hands and made dumplings. Xiao Jin made dumplings with patterns, and he marked his own dumplings. Mimi made ingots, and she also marked her own dumplings. If Xiaobao couldn't make them, she took a ball of flour to play with.
Nanhuang Bao’s dumplings are rich and beautiful. One by one is chubby and looks delicious.
For the first time, Rong Wuye felt a sense of envy.
He came out of the room and strode out of the villa.
Nanhuang and the three children saw the back of the man leaving, and asked Tian's mother: "What did you do, sir?"
Tian Ma smiled and said, "Miss Nan, sir probably went to the company to work overtime."
As expected of the man who has been the richest man in the world all the way from scratch, the energy of this job is unmatched by anyone else.
Rong Feng and Yang Bo drank wine in the Rose Garden clubhouse in Xicheng.
There are several big families in Xicheng.
The Xie family in Xicheng, now Xie Ziran has grown up completely and has become the pillar of the Xie family. After the marriage between the Xie family and the Zhong family, the strength of the two families has grown by leaps and bounds. The Xie family has become a top family in the western city.
The Song family in Xicheng, after the divorce of the Song family, Song Yan, and the Song Zichu siblings cooperated strongly, pushing the Song family to a new peak.
The Mo family in Xicheng, the Mo family is the most mysterious ancient family in Xicheng, Mo Shatian is the boss of the gangster in Xicheng, and Mo Shafeng is also the top 1 technology leader in the entire Z country. The strength of the Mohist school is at its peak. It was rumored that Mo Shafeng was alone and had been waiting for someone, but he had forgotten who he was waiting for.
Master Rong Wu came to Xicheng at this time, and communication with Xicheng is essential, but right now he doesn't have any desire to communicate.
He and Yang Bo drank the wine one sip at a time.
"Fifth Master, drink less."
The man didn't care, and drank gulp after gulp.
Yang Bo persuaded him: "Fifth Master, why are you drinking like this? Are you angry? Your women and children are back, why are you drinking like this?"
The man slammed the wine glass on the table. He strode forward and grabbed Yang Bo's collar forcefully. His eyes were red.
"Lao Tzu's woman..." he said tremblingly, "Lao Tzu's woman, 2 years ago, in the jungle, on a rainy day, gave birth to a child by herself, and cut the umbilical cord by herself!"
"Fifth Master..."
The drunken man talked, but tears fell down his eyes.
"Fifth Master, why are you crying?"
"Did I cry?"
The tears and his expression didn't seem to be in sync. He wiped his eyes to believe it. "I really cried."
"Fifth Master..."
"Who did it? Who the **** made me become like this! And who made my woman and children live like this!" Rong Wuye grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall.
"Yang Bo, our plan can be launched." Fifth Master Rong looked at the mess and said, "I will not let anyone hurt my women and children!"
The drinks are tasteless, even the fruit and food on the table are tasteless.
The man felt very bitter in his heart, bitter as hell.
The man sat in the car blankly, and the driver drove the man home.
His clothes were slightly wrinkled and he smelled of alcohol. When he walked into the living room, he saw a woman studying on the computer in the living room.
His eyelids were slightly heavy, and his breath was also a little heavy. He stumbled and walked over, suddenly couldn't stand, and fell on the sofa, just hugging her waist.
Nanhuang was taken aback. "gentlemen!"
As he spoke, he was about to pull him away.
The man hugged her waist and didn't want to move. He said in a daze, "I always think that you should be dazzling..."
"I'm...responsible for your injuries..."
The more he talked, the weaker his strength became, and he fell asleep just like that.
Nanhuang looked at his sleeping profile, feeling depressed.
This man looks so lonely.
Nanhuang felt a little pain in her heart, and sighed softly: "Forget it, as long as you don't rob me of the child anymore, I will be more generous and don't care about you."
She helped the man up and leaned on the sofa. Seeing that he drank a lot of wine, she went to make him a cup of hangover tea.
Carefully pick up the man. Coaxed softly: "Sir, drink some tea."
She fed Rong Wuye a mouthful, at first it was just a small mouthful, but soon, it turned into a man holding the cup and gulping it down, gulping it down. "It's delicious, I want more!"
"..." This is just a cup of hangover tea.
Nanhuang was puzzled, she poured him another cup of tea, and the man finished drinking again.
After drinking two cups of tea, his stomach should be full, but the man squinted his eyes slightly, lying on the sofa, and said with a little aggrieved: "Hungry..."
He looked so cute lying on the sofa, and he yelled out hunger, just like Xiaobao.
Seeing this man who looked so much like Xiaobao, Nanhuang couldn't bear it anymore. She touched his head as if coaxing Xiaobao, and coaxed him: "Wait a minute, I'll cook dumplings for you. Do you like it?" Boiled dumplings are still dry dumplings."
The man opened his eyes slightly, and his slender eyes stared at her. "Dumplings."
"I'm going to cook, you wait for me for a while."
Nanhuang cooked the dumplings and served them to him. Because I remember that he eats a lot, he specially cooked a lot, and cooked 18.
The man is slightly sober, looking dull and cute.
After Nanhuang handed him the chopsticks, he sat on the sofa, picked up the bowl and started eating.
Dumplings are delicious in color and fragrance, thin in skin and big in filling, full of fragrance and fragrant on lips and teeth.
The man ate one after another, one after another, as if he hadn't eaten good food for eight hundred years, making Nanhuang hungry.
"Eat slowly, you will feel full if you eat so much at night." Nanhuang said.
The man didn't care, he ate all the dumplings in a big bowl, and then, muttering, he drank all the dumpling soup.
Nanhuang stared at his belly for a while, will it really explode?
"Aren't the dumplings made by your cook delicious?" Seeing that he looked like he hadn't eaten dumplings for hundreds of years, Nanhuang asked puzzled.
The man lowered his eyes slightly. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Nanhuang felt that his face still had a sense of grievance after drinking.
"It's not tasty. It's rusty and dry."
"..." What kind of dumplings can make a rustling and dry taste.
Nanhuang said: "If you don't do well, change it."
The man raised his head and nodded at her, and said obediently: "Okay, listen to you, change the cook."
(end of this chapter)