The Villain’s Mother

The habit is horrible, even in the eyes of outsiders, Nguyen Xia now has the intention of being a good mother, but Song Ting Shen still has no expectation of her, just as Nguyen Xia only wants to be a plastic couple with Song Ting deeply, Song Ting has long since distinguished Nguyen Xia from the rest of the world, strictly speaking, the two of them, apart from having a child and a legal marital relationship, do not differ from each other in their hearts from strangers.

Song Ting Shen's college friends are getting married. They have a custom here. Before getting married, both the male and female will invite friends to gather for dinner.

Even if he had been reminded to remember his family, Song Tingshen did not go to Nguyen Xia.

At the end of the day, Le Jing knocked on the door of his office and heard him shouting in. This pushed the door in and said with a smile: "President Song, can you rub your car today? My brother said that. ”

Song Tingshen's college friend is Li Jing's brother. She will naturally go to dinner at this party.

“Okay.” Song Ting nodded deeply.

I couldn't help but drink today, and Song Tingshen called the driver.

Two people left the company at the same time. One company's front desk was always a derivative of gossip. After watching the boss go with the new arrivals, two front desks plus one female employee immediately gathered to discuss.

“Is that the new guy from Treasury? I've seen her knock on President Song's door a few times. You don't really think about him, do you? ”

“That's questionable, I'm sure! Let me tell you, even when a man like President Song is married, many people still think about it. He started a big company at a young age, and now he's on the market, and he looks handsome. At least he doesn't have a Mediterranean and a beer belly. ”

“Anyway, I still don't think the idea of hitting a married man is a good idea. Although I haven't met the legendary Mrs. Song, but I heard the old employees of the company say that his wife looks like Tianxian, plus he has a lovely son, President Song certainly won't divorce, rich men won't divorce his wife easily, isn't that in a hurry to become a third?” - [sic]

One of the receptionists touched his chin, “I don't think Song is that kind of man. If he really wanted the red flag at home to go down, the color flag would fly outside. He would have had it with the old sales department named Amy, which is more beautiful and capable than this finance department. ”

“Actually, I'm more curious how pretty the boss is than who can defeat President Song. ”

There was never a lack of discussion and gossip in the company. Le Jing calmly followed Song Ting deep into the parking lot. She pulled the clothes, and the fragrance on her body was fresh and elegant.

Le Jing thought Song Ting Shen would sit with her in the back seat. How did he know to get to the side of the car? He took the initiative to open the front door of the passenger seat and said to her: “You take the back seat. ”

Le Jing nodded with a smile.

Song Tingshen's driver is an honest and loyal middle-aged man with few plain words. Now he sees a woman present, not to mention silence, and concentrates on driving.

Relaxed hands on his knees and courage, “Mr. Song, won't you take your wife with you? ”

Song Tingshen seldom takes his wife out to meet friends, even Song Tingshen's best friend, Le Jing's brother, only met them when they were married and the child was full moon. She heard that Song Tingshen's wife is truly beautiful.

Le Jing always thought that her brother was exaggerating. If she really looked so pretty, why did she rarely come out with Song Ting Shen? Was she reluctant, or did Song Ting Shen not take her?

Either way, it all ends up pointing to the fact that the couple's emotions are not good.

Song Ting remained silent for a moment and said: "She is busy. ”

I don't believe it. A wealthy lady who doesn't have to work is busy. The child has a nanny aunt. I'm afraid the person who panics the most is the legendary Mrs. Song.

She just doesn't get it. Song Ting and his wife are having a bad relationship. Why not divorce?

Marriage like this doesn't make people happy, is it just to give a child a seemingly happy family?

Le Jing doesn't know, Song Ting is telling the truth.

Nguyen Xia is really busy.

She used to have a lot of friends and a lot of life. It's common practice not to see people on either side for three days. Now she doesn't go out with friends much, but she reports to herself in two classes at a time. Except for the necessary time to sleep every day and play with her children, her time is full of English and baking.

“My brother and sister-in-law are going to be disappointed today," said Li Jing, biting his teeth. “I thought I'd see the boss today. ”

Song Tingshen's driver looked at her through the rearview mirror. Although he spoke little, he saw a lot of things in his eyes.

Does this lady seem to have a crush on Song? That seems only sad. He has been driving with Song Ting deep for two years. He says it's not long, but it's not short. He also understands the character of the boss. Whether he has good feelings with Mrs. Song or not, these girls, whether for money or emotion, are not playing.

Song Ting Shen did not answer, in fact, even if Li Jing was a friend's sister, he did not take much care of her.

During this time, Song Tingshen always returns every day on time. Nguyen Xia is also used to having dinner with him until Auntie cooks a table dish. “Ma'am, sir said that if I don't come back for dinner at night, I will only cook four dishes. ”

Nguyen Xia was stunned for a moment, which is why he reacted. Turns out Song Ting Shen won't come back for dinner...

But then again, even my aunt knew that he was not coming home at night. Her nominal wife was unconscious. How strange is this to the plastic couple!

Aunties usually eat with them, two adults, one child, two meals of vegetarian soup is enough.

One of the advantages of Wangzi's little fat man is that he especially likes Nguyen Xia, which is that he doesn't pick meals and eats well.

She had a relative's child at home. She was very dishonest at the point of eating. She didn't eat it. The old man chased her behind him to feed her food. She seemed to be struggling.

Wang Chai will eat well, give him something to eat, he probably has a good appetite and smells good, so he is slightly fat, good for a child of three or four years old, a little fatter is also cute, but the doctor has started to remind them to eat less snacks...

Nguyen Xia can't help but wonder when people can let go of their bellies and eat something special. What do you want to eat?

When a child is a child, she can't eat more snacks, she needs to control her weight, and she needs to be more careful. She thought that after she became pregnant, she could eat whatever she wanted, even if she knew she needed to control her weight, otherwise there would be complications.

“Mom, can I have an ice cream today?” Wang Chai asked the question as he picked rice and stared at the pan in the bowl.

In the past, the Nguyen Xia family also had relatives, and the children loved her because she always took the children to buy snacks and toys in order to keep them quiet. In her opinion, it would be a good deal to spend some money to keep the kids quiet!

When it first came through, Nguyen Xia had no objection to Wang Chai's request. Eat if you like.

But it has been almost a month since he became his mother in name, and Nguyen Xia's thoughts have changed unwittingly, “No. ”

Wang Chai suffered a face with rice pellets on his little fat face, “Why? ”

Nguyen Xia took out his cell phone to show him, "The doctor uncle prescribed you how many calories to consume each day. If you eat ice cream, it will exceed the standard. You already ate yesterday, you can't eat today, and your father will check the refrigerator when he comes back at night. ”

Song Ting Shen is really strict, he checks the refrigerator every day, he remembers how many snacks are in the refrigerator, if not, he asks.

He is very fond of Wang Chai, but not drowning.

He is both a merciful father and a stern father.

Wang Chai's eyes grunted and an idea came along. "Why don't you tell Daddy it was Mom who ate it? ”

Nguyen Xia glanced at him, “How dare you make me a backstabbing man? ”

On a hot day, everyone wants to eat ice, she is no exception, but she is now conscious of becoming a goddess, the original lord's body is so well maintained, she can not give her the chain!

In the days she just wore it, she didn't pay attention to her diet. She ate whatever she wanted. The original weight scale was memorable and premium, which reminded her to gain two pounds.

As a beauty dog, Mrs. Nguyen Xia knows that her body will affect her beauty. The same face, the same person, fat 10 kg and thin 10 kg, that is completely different! She likes the look of the original owner, likes her figure and naturally bites her teeth to keep it.

After all, the clothes in the original wardrobe are too choosy. If you fatten a few pounds, it would be a visual disaster.

Nguyen Xia shook her head and rejected Wang Chai's offer, "I won't accept it, and your father won't believe it. ”

In fact, if she said it was her food, Song Tingshen would not really prove it, he was not that bored.

Wang Chai looked so cute, he went to the rice pickle harder and thought the rice in front of him was ice cream.

Nguyen Xia's face was sympathetic and happy to say: "Ice cream in the fridge is having a party today, and one of them escaped today. ”

Wang Chai sniffed, a serious correction to her, “Mom, ice cream is not alive, it's eaten by me or in the fridge, it's the same, they don't feel it, they don't go to parties. ”

Nguyen Xia asked, "You're not ice cream. How do you know they don't feel? ”

Wangzi's little chubby face wrinkled, “I just know! ”