The little wife of the cold-faced boss

Ding dong ding dong, there was a hasty doorbell ringing outside the door.

She went back to the gate and opened it directly, thinking that it must be a new neighbor coming to say hello or borrow something.

The moment he opened the door, Nangong Sijue's flat face was right in front of him.

With a slender and strong figure, it looks like a big mountain standing in front of the door.

Yang Zao didn't even think about it, so he wanted to close the door.

Nangong Sijue put a hand on the door frame and stepped in: "I'm your new neighbor, you should get to know each other for a while, right?"

Yang Le finished putting together the jigsaw puzzle. Hearing a familiar voice, he raised his head and looked at Nangong Sijue: "Uncle, why are you here?"

uncle?

When did you go from badass uncle to uncle?Yang Zao stood there in a daze.

"Nangong Sijue, you go out, you are not welcome here." Yang Zao walked over, tugging at the corner of Nangong Sijue's clothes.Want to drive him out of here.

Nangong Sijue turned his head and looked at her: "Don't move, the child is watching."

"You..." Yang Zao gritted his teeth angrily, and immediately let go of Nangong Sijue.

"Lele, look, what did I bring you today?" Nangong Sijue took out a remote control from his pocket.

"Wow, is this the remote control of the remote control plane?" Lele was very knowledgeable, and he could tell what gift Nangong Sijue brought today at a glance.

"The plane is outside the door, you can try to let the plane fly in."

"Okay, okay."

Lele was completely coaxed by Nangong Sijue.

Yang Zao walked up to Yang Le and patted him on the shoulder: "Lele, what did mother tell you, you can't ask for things from strangers."

"Oh, okay, Mommy. I'll give this back to you." Yang Le returned the remote control to Nangong Sijue, and then obediently stood beside Yang Zao. After all, she was the one who raised her.

He usually doesn't lack for anything, so naturally he won't buy it because of some small favors from Nangong Sijue.

"Lele, if you don't want it, it's useless for me to keep this plane, so I'll throw it away."

Nangong Sijue walked to the window, holding the remote control in his hand, ready to throw it outside.

"Nangong Sijue, you are parabolic, don't let me receive complaints." Yang Zao warned Nangong Sijue in a cold voice.

Yang Le looked eagerly at Nangong Sijue, and then looked back at Yang Zao.

He really wanted the toy plane, it would be a pity if he just threw it away.

Looking at his son's aggrieved and pleading eyes, Yang Zao knelt down and hugged Yang Le into his arms: "Lele, Mommy will take you to buy a bigger and more luxurious plane right now, okay?"

"Mommy, Lele doesn't want the plane anymore. Let Lele do his homework." Yang Le shook his head, and then plunged into his room.

Nangong Sijue put the remote control of the plane on the table and did not throw it away. He just wanted Yang Zao to let the child accept the gift.

"Then take your things away."

Yang Zao was about to get the remote control on the table, but Nangong Sijue grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the * sofa.

The dark eyes stared at her tightly, and they met each other.

"Nangong Sijue, get out of here, and I'll call the police if you do this again." Yang Zao's hands were handcuffed by him, and he couldn't break free.

This embarrassing posture made her really feel ashamed.

"I'm your legal husband. I think it's legal to do anything to you. It's just a question of whether I want to or not."

Nangong Sijue leaned over to look at the little woman in his arms. The sweet scent on her body was as fascinating as it was five years ago.

"Mommy...I want to..."

Yang Le suddenly opened the door, and the moment he opened the door, he walked out.

The little guy saw the scene on the sofa.

"Ah, Mommy, I'm fine." Yang Le covered his eyes with his small hands, then went back to the room and closed the door.

Nangong Sijue sneered and said: "This kid is quite sensible. He is indeed my son of Nangong Sijue."

"He is my son, not your Nangong Sijue." Yang Zao pushed him away with all his strength.

Nangong Sijue got up, sat up straight on the sofa, completely regarded this place as his own home, and poured himself a glass of water to drink.

"It's as if you can give birth to him alone."

"Don't drink the water from my house, you are not afraid that I will poison you to death?" Yang Zao reached out to snatch the teacup from Nangong Sijue's hand.

Nangong Sijue raised his teacup to the top of his head, teasing her jokingly: "It's a kind of happiness to die in your hands, isn't it?"

"Shameless."

"I'm just being shameless to you. Don't be so stingy, just drink your saliva. Moving is hard work."

"You don't need to help yourself, what's your hard work?"

"It's hard arguing with you here?"

"Whoever wants to quarrel with you, it won't be hard to get out." Yang Zao yelled at him, pointing at the door.

Nangong Sijue raised his handsome eyebrows, crossed his slender legs casually, leaned lazily on the sofa, and drank the cup of tea slowly.

Anyway, he's just so thick-skinned, if he doesn't leave, what can she do with her.

"It's almost lunch time. Are you going to make lunch for our son? Can I have a meal?" Nangong Sijue leaned into her ear and said.

Yang Zao swept over with a slap, his wrist was held by Nangong Sijue in mid-air, and then he pushed his force into his arms, and Yang Zao was dragged into his chest.

His strong hands tightened around her waist, making it impossible for her to escape.

"Nangong Sijue, if you keep doing this, I will only hate you more and more?"

"Hate me? Then just hate it. Being able to hate means that you still love me."

"How long are you going to pester me?" Yang Zao roared brokenly.

Nangong Sijue replied almost without any hesitation: "For the rest of my life, even for eight lives, Yang Zao, I will pester you for life after life. Why, I can't fall in love with anyone except you."

Nangong Sijue pressed against her ear and said softly.

The sound is very magnetic, like a magical cello sound.It was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

"But I can't love you except you. Anyone can love."

……

Yang Zao's words once again deeply hurt Nangong Sijue.

Anyone can love a good one, but you can't love him alone.

"Since you don't love Nangong Ling anymore, why can't you let yourself go and go against your own heart? If you didn't love me, why did you give birth to Lele back then? Why did you go back to the villa to care about me? problem occurs?"

"That's my stupidity. The stupid woman five years ago is no longer stupid. I won't be deceived by you like before. I will be deceived by Nangong Ling. I, Yang Zao, can't afford to offend you Nangong family."

At this time, Yang Zao looked like a hedgehog, a hedgehog covered in thorns.

As long as Nangong Sijue gets close, he will be covered in blood.

"No matter how much you say, it's useless. I won't let go again." Nangong Sijue held Yang Zao's wrist tightly, still unwilling to let go.

Yang Zao stared closely at his Nangong Hei's deep eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were full of sincerity.

Back then, Nangong Sijue just tried his best to separate her from Nangong Ling.

In fact, leaving Nangong Ling was also a very correct choice.

After so many years, she was also tired and didn't want to hate anymore. She only wanted to lead a peaceful life with her son, but he couldn't even satisfy her in the end.

"If you don't let go, how can I cook? Don't you want to eat?" Yang Zao suddenly calmed down.

Nangong Sijue was very relieved to notice that her attitude had changed.

Letting go of her hand, naturally let her go to cook.

Yang Zao was busy in the kitchen, while Yang Le quietly opened the door, hooked his finger at Nangong Sijue who was sitting on the sofa: "Uncle, come here."

The little guy's voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid of being known by Yang Zao.

Nangong Sijue cooperated with him and walked lightly to Yang Le's side: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, come in and teach me to do my homework. I can't do a question."

How could he refuse Yang Le's kind invitation.

Walking into his bedroom, there is a wardrobe and desk next to the bed in the bedroom.

On the small desk are his textbooks and homework.

Nangong Sijue sat next to him, and patiently taught him the subject that he didn't know. The little guy was very smart, and he could understand almost everything. Nangong Sijue even suspected that this kid knew it at all, but he just pretended not to know it in front of him.

Nangong Sijue did not expose him.

No matter how strong and sensible the well-behaved child is, he also longs for father's love while having mother's love.

From the bottom of his heart, he should desperately need his father.

Judging from the boy's various behaviors, he should have confirmed that he is his biological father, but Yang Zao didn't like it, so he didn't dare to admit it.

Yang Zao got ready for lunch, knocked on the door and came in.

Seeing Nangong Sijue in Lele's room, his expression immediately darkened: "Nangong Sijue, why are you running to my son's room?"

"Mummy, I asked my uncle to teach me my homework. You are cooking so hard. I can't bear to ask you for advice. You have to forgive Lele."

With Lele's protection, Yang Zao didn't bother to argue with Nangong Sijue anymore. Anyway, there would be even greater excitement waiting for him later.