Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

Shen Rongche thought about it, and closed his eyes.

There are too many things, but there is always one thing, one thing to be solved slowly.

The little guy's illness can no longer be delayed, the most important thing now is to find a doctor for the little guy.

So many doctors are helpless, what should he do?
Shen Rongche fell asleep after thinking about it.

During this period of time, his spirit has been highly tense, and he has never relaxed at all.

At this moment, he found the little guy, his favorite woman, and this child who somehow had a deep relationship with him were all by his side.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Rongche actually dreamed of Yu Sheng. He dreamed that Yu Sheng was entangled by a big python and asked him to take care of Zhang Mo'er and the little guy.

Then he watched helplessly as Yu Sheng was wrapped tightly by the python until he couldn't breathe.

When Shen Rongche woke up, he found the enlarged faces of Zhang Mo'er and the little guy appeared in front of him.

The little guy smiled and said to Shen Rongche: "Uncle Shen is awake?"

Shen Rongche turned his eyes expressionlessly, and then looked at Zhang Mo'er.

Zhang Mo'er also looked at Shen Rongche with a smile, "Guess how long we've been looking at you just now."

"5 minutes."

Zhang Mo'er was surprised, "How do you know?"

Shen Rongche said lightly: "Guess."

"real or fake?"

Zhang Mo'er still looked very surprised.

The little guy shook his head silently when he saw it, his mother is really a simple person, Shen Rongche woke up 5 minutes ago.

That's why Zhang Mo'er was too naive to notice.

"Uncle Shen, you promised to take me out when you wake up."

"Ah."

"Where do you want to go?"

Shen Rongche sat up all at once, holding Zhang Mo'er in his arms, and holding the little guy with the other hand.

The look of a winner in life.

The little guy tilted his head and thought for a while.

"I want to eat candied haws."

Shen Rongche frowned, "This place doesn't sell candied haws.

"But I want to eat."

"I don't even want to eat."

The two began bickering again.

Zhang Mo'er said helplessly, "Xiao Yi, you can't eat that kind of food first."

The little guy pouted aggrievedly, "But I'm so greedy, I really want to eat."

Zhang Mo'er looked at Shen Rongche in embarrassment, "What should I do?"

"You can't get used to him."

Zhang Mo'er nodded and shook her head again, it seemed that she was not used to it, or it was a matter of a candied haws.

"How about I learn and I will do it for you?"

The little guy's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Zhang Mo'er nodded with a smile, "But I don't know if it's delicious or not."

"Mo'er's cooking is delicious!"

The little guy said with a happy face.

"Little sycophants."

Shen Rongche complained in a low voice.

The little guy smiled and said, "Uncle Shen, I heard everything you said! One must be tolerant, and a person like Uncle Shen should give way to children."

Shen Rongche wished he could throw this brat out, he really regretted provoking this brat, he was just sent here to annoy him.

Most importantly, this kid took Zhang Mo'er's attention away.

Obviously he is not their son, but he is Zhang Mo'er's closest person.

What is this brat who suddenly appeared?
The more Shen Rongche thought about it, the more depressed he became, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Zhang Mo'er smiled and said to Shen Rongche: "He is just a child, so don't worry about him."

Shen Rongche turned his head a little arrogantly, silently slandering in his heart, if he was fussing with this little guy, the little guy would have been thrown far away.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

Zhang Moer asked.

"Didn't it mean making candied haws?"

Shen Rongche said helplessly.

"You agree?"

Zhang Mo'er was surprised.

"What else can you do if you don't agree?"

Shen Rongche sighed, this kind of life of dragging his family and children is really a joy in bitterness.

But he can make candied haws, he has learned it before.

So when Zhang Mo'er saw Shen Rongche in the kitchen seriously making candied haws, she opened her mouth wide in surprise.

The little guy took the opportunity to stuff the snacks into Zhang Mo'er's mouth.

Zhang Mo'er leaned against the door, quietly looking at Shen Rongche's figure.

Still holding the little guy in his hand.

The little guy is holding a bucket of potato chips in his hands.

While stuffing himself, he fed Zhang Mo'er.

"Mo'er, Uncle Shen is really amazing, he actually knows how to make candied haws."

Zhang Mo'er nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, I never thought he would do it before."

In fact, she couldn't think of anything Shen Rongche couldn't do now.

"Mo'er, you have found a good man, so I can rest assured."

The little guy said solemnly, looking like a little adult.

Zhang Mo'er was amused, "You really can talk."

"I am telling the truth."

The little guy said while eating potato chips.

He never ate this kind of food before, and usually watched Yu Huan eat it with enthusiasm, but now he fell in love with these junk foods.

But he doesn't eat a lot, and usually puts it in Zhang Mo'er's mouth.

After all, he is still a sick patient. Although there is not much left in this little life, if he can live longer, let him live longer.

Zhang Mo'er didn't know what the little guy was thinking, she was a little fascinated looking at Shen Rongche's back.

She said that serious men are the most charming, and she thinks that men who cook seriously are the most charming.

Just like Shen Rongche.

Of course Shen Rongche knew that Zhang Mo'er and the little guy were watching him from behind, but when he was busy, he would not be distracted.

Without looking back, he quietly prepared the syrup.

The little guy licked his lips greedily, thinking that his father was still very powerful.

You can go to the hall and go to the kitchen.

It's just that his personality is a bit weak, but that's okay, it's not easy to attract bees and butterflies. Even if he does, this ice-like personality and excessively poisonous tongue will persuade people to leave.

Thinking of this, the little guy became more and more satisfied with Shen Rongche the more he looked at it.

He had to find a way to get Shen Rongche and Zhang Mo'er to get married as soon as possible, preferably already married and have a baby, so that if he accidentally died, they could be seamlessly connected, and Mo'er wouldn't be too sad.

The little guy thought about it and felt that this matter was very important.

Then he blurted out, "Mo'er, when will you marry Uncle Shen?"

Zhang Mo'er was eating potato chips, and choked when she heard the little guy's words.

"Cough cough cough."

"Why are you asking this? Children's family."

The little guy said solemnly: "I think you and Uncle Shen should have a wedding earlier, and it's best to give me another sister, so it will be perfect."

Shen Rongche pursed his lips when he heard the little guy's words.

The little guy finally said what he loved to hear.

Zhang Mo'er blushed a little, "Don't worry, I'm doing well now."

The little guy said anxiously: "That's different, Mo'er, you see that Uncle Shen is so good, what if he is snatched away by another woman? So you have to marry him as soon as possible and lock him up so that there won't be those flies Surround Uncle Shen."