MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 996 Hostility of the Eastern Lady

"What did you do?" asked Dongfang, with amazement between the eyebrows.

Miss Sister II will actually cook?

At the moment, her body is full of fireworks, and there is a touch of fishy smell.

For the first time, Dongfang Yi felt that the fireworks were very good.

Si Xiaoxiao: "Well, the first time I did it, I used to use it at home. I want to do it for you and Moo. I don't know how it tastes."

Her smile, like the sun shining into the heart of the East, instantly dispels all the haze.

He didn't pick up, but instead grabbed her back with one hand and printed a kiss on her forehead.

His mother, a famous lady, was born noble, and the ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui. Mizi also felt that these things should be done by the maid.

Si, he was the first woman to cook for him.

Of course, the oriental soft has done it, he just swept his eyes coldly, did not touch.

The priest was stunned. I don't know if the soup bowl was too hot. Even her heart was hot. She had eyelashes and her cheeks were red.

The oriental scorpion was filled with a smile. He took the soup bowl from the priest's hand and took a sip, sighing: "Good drink."

“Really?” The priest’s face showed a pleasant look.

"You taste it." Oriental 珏 feed her with a spoon.

The priest stared at the spoon he had just drank. He only felt that the deer was in the middle of her heart. She opened her mouth and drank it, and immediately frowned.

"The pepper is much more."

"I think it's just right." Dongfang snorted again.

They share a spoon and the priest's cheeks are redder.

"米子玥?!"

Behind him, a majestic and strange strange girl sounded.

The priest turned his head and saw the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa.

The woman wears a private custom-made high-class skirt, lavender, which makes the whole person graceful and luxurious, her hair is meticulous, her makeup is exquisite, beautiful, but her eyes are sharp and strong.

At a glance, this is a bad master.

The priest looked at her.

Jiang Guiru stared at her and said: "You are coming back! Hey, what are you doing in this dress? Give aunty soup? It really is a woman who can't be on the table. Even the squatting things must be done personally."

"Mother!" The East is cold and cold.

Xiao Yan’s identity is not inferior to his mother. It is his blessing to be willing to pay for it.

This is what the priest understood. She looked at herself with a slight decapitation: "Hello, my aunt, I am a priest."

The priest was a big parent in the company, and the pattern and temperament were natural. I didn’t have a few words with Jiang Guiru’s words.

There are some courtesy. As the daughter of the family, she also has her pride.

Looking at Jiang Guiru's dawn is cold and indifferent.

She used to be such a person.

Although there have been many things happening in this year, she deliberately lowered herself, and the pride that can be engraved in her bones cannot be changed.

"Auntie? You didn't call me a name that is very smooth? Now I am acting in front of Auntie?" Jiang Guiru looked ridiculed. "And when did you change your family name? I don't know?"

The priest saw it and used to offend her.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know anything about the three years.

The priest bowed slightly and said: "Sorry aunt, it used to be my fault. I hope you can forgive me."

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Although she apologized, her back was still straight and not humble.

She is the mother of the aunt, the grandmother of Moh, the priest should be respected.

"Oh, I didn't get it wrong? Mi Zi, you actually apologized to me? You are not saying, Auntie chose you between you and me, let me be so old and undead to appear in front of your eyes? The sun hits the west Come out?" Jiang Guiru smiled.

She wouldn’t think that it’s a good thing.

She believes that all the children are acting, just to better confuse the East.

The priest is no longer arguing with her. Wrap, she said, she said.

She turned to the East and said: "Auntie, I will go to the soup to taste the ink."

"Well, let's go." Dongfang gave her the bowl.

"Is not accompanying." The priest took the bowl and turned to face Jiang Guiru's slight decapitation and went straight to the kitchen.

Jiang Guiru's scorpion flashed a trace of surprise.

It seems that it is really different.

"Mother," Dong Fangfu sat down on the sofa again. "I hope that your attitude towards Xiao Yan can be better."

Jiang Guiru looked at the East, and did not fight one thing: "You are really confused by her."

Jiang Guiru was born noble, of course, there are some, but they were all suffocated by Mi Zi.

Mi Zizhen did not regard her as the mother of the East, and she did not give a slap in the face. Even worse, she deliberately let the East and her face.

So when I saw Mi Zizhen, Jiang Guiru’s demeanor, all went to the clouds.

"Xiao Xiao is the second lady of the Mancheng family. After a while, I will take the ink to the family to raise the family. The family and the oriental family are married, I think, this is what the father is willing to see."

"What? Is Mizi 玥 Miss Sister II?" Jiang Guiru was shocked.

In the early years of the Orient, there was a marriage between the Italian and the family. Nai Siyuan had only one baby daughter, and he had a marriage contract with Li, and the girl who was next to the paper, the Oriental base could not be seen.

Five years ago, Mi Zizhen appeared. The Oriental base did not care. A woman without an identity background gave birth to a hundred children in the East and could never enter the door of the Oriental family.

Therefore, the East is to raise rice, and the East Base does not matter.

It’s just that Jiang Guiru has always hoped that the East can sing the East and softly, and deliberately wants to be difficult for the M., who knows that the other party is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

She kicked the iron board, and Mizi still stayed with the aunt, and her relationship with her aunt became very bad.

Thinking about this, Jiang Guiru’s heart succumbed to it.

At this moment, Dongfang told her that Mi Zizhen was Miss Si, and she suddenly stunned.

Dongfang’s slightly dagger: “So mother, please be polite to Xiaoxie in the future. She is behind the house, not a little girl who can make you call.”

Jiang Guiru: ""

She was immersed in shock and couldn't return to God for a long time.

The priest took the soup upstairs and knocked on the children's room. The oriental ink twisted her head and saw her. She immediately put down the pen and ran over.

"Mummy."

"Ink, Mommy cooked the tomato fish soup for you. You taste it. This is the first time Mommy has done it. The taste is not very good. It will be better and better in the future."

The priest said, feed him with a spoon.

"Well, take a drink. Thank you Mommy." Oriental ink smiled and bent his eyes.

The sergeant's lips can't stop rising.

Oriental ink took the bowl and drank it in one breath, and still licked his lips.

Si Si was satisfied with the road: "There is still in the pot, you do the homework first, I will call you when the dinner is good."

"Mom, don't go, do the homework with Moo?" Oriental ink took her hand.