Wrong Love Marriage: Sheng Shao's Mysterious Wife

So she couldn't understand again, no matter how much the noble son Sheng Muhan doted on Beibei, he wouldn't be willing to condescend to come to her to suffer, right?
"The format of this letter is wrong, erase it." Sheng Muhan pointed to the notebook on Sheng Si's back.

Sheng Sibei let out an 'oh', and asked cautiously, "Daddy, can I write after dinner? I'm hungry."

"No, eat after writing." Sheng Muhan was firm.

This is his usual habit, as long as he enters the state of work or study, he will not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, and the same is naturally required of Sheng Sibei.

Even if the dishes cooked by the little fool are really delicious, almost the whole room is full of fragrance.

Sheng Sibei raised his mouth, and obediently erased the wrong words and rewritten them.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Gu Xintong couldn't help but say: "The braised pork ribs are ready, Beibei, do you want to come over and eat?"

"I want it!" Bei Bei excitedly stood up from the small chair, but the smile on his face quickly receded, and he looked back at his father and said, "But father said that we can only eat after finishing writing."

"But the lemon fish is delicious only when it's hot." Gu Xintong said to Sheng Muhan, "That bad-tempered second young master, don't you want to eat fresh lemon fish? It's delicious."

"..." Sheng Muhan raised his eyes and stared at her: "What did you call me?"

From calling him 'Husband Mu Han' affectionately at the beginning, to calling him 'Second Young Master' strangely later, this will actually give him the title of 'temper-tempered'?

I'm afraid the little fool won't think about it!

"Who made you always angry like Sister Jin." Gu Xintong said innocently: "You see, if you don't let Beibei eat now, Beibei will starve to death."

Sheng Sibei hurriedly nodded and agreed: "Yeah, Beibei will starve to death. If Beibei starves to death, Daddy will have no son."

Sheng Muhan glanced at him: "It's as if I really like having a son."

"Mummy..." Sheng Sibei ran towards Gu Xintong and hugged her: "Daddy doesn't like Bei Beiye, Beibei will follow Mommy from now on."

"Okay, from now on you will hang out with Mommy." Gu Xintong took the little showman's hand: "Let's go eat now."

"Yeah!" Sheng Sibei nodded happily while walking to the dining table with Mummy.

"..." Sheng Muhan was displeased: "Sheng Sibei, do you dare to disobey me?"

"Daddy, I'm out of your control now!" Sheng Sibei threw him a sentence without looking back, lying on the dining table and pointing to the fish fillet in the plate: "Mum, is this the lemon fish? Look It looks delicious."

"It's not delicious, it's really delicious. If you don't believe me, try it." Gu Xintong picked up a piece of fish fillet with chopsticks, removed the bone spurs and put it in his mouth: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"It's not very delicious, but it's very delicious." Sheng Sibei imitated her way of speaking and praised, then pointed to his own mouth: "Mommy, I want more."

While the little guy was enjoying himself, he didn't forget to call out: "Daddy, the sweet and sour lemon fish made by Mommy is very delicious. If you don't come again, there will be no more."

The proud Second Young Master Sheng: "I'm not your daddy."

Sheng Sibei let out an 'oh', and reorganized the language: "Mr. Sheng, the lemon fish made by my mom is very delicious, do you want to eat it?"

For the umpteenth time, Sheng Muhan's face was turned pale by his own son's anger.