Throw down the billionaire CEO: Mommy is too arrogant

In a small living room, there was a burst of aroma, and the hot hot pot was tumbling and emitting white smoke.

The Palace Mistress devoured the delicious food in the bowl with her head buried in her head. She had to admit that the hot pot ingredients made by her son were really amazing, many times more delicious than the hot pot outside.

Xiaogong Zi propped her head in her hands, watching his mother's eating and sniggering.

In the past, when he was abroad, Mommy couldn't cook and didn't know French, and her own dishes would kill people, so he had to learn French first, and then buy a cookbook to learn.

Over time, his mommy's stomach was taken by him, and those who wanted to pursue mommy and invite mommy out for dinner were all ruthlessly rejected.

Daddy, you should thank your son well in the future.

"Well, I'm so full." Standing up straight, the Palace Mistress wiped her mouth with a tissue. If her stomach couldn't hold it anymore, she probably would have continued to eat.

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Gongzi who was staring at him, but suddenly remembered the man in the elevator

"Boy, you go to plastic surgery."

The sudden words made Xiao Gongzi choke on his own saliva. It seems that his mother's first impression of Daddy was not very good. Should he help Daddy say something nice?

Forget it, let the two adults get along by themselves, it would be nice for him to sit on a small stool and watch a good show.

Xiao Gongzi smiled distortedly in her heart, but put on a pitiful appearance on the surface: "Mum, don't you like the boy anymore? Why do you want the boy to have plastic surgery, woo woo woo..."

The Palace Master sweated slightly, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Standing up, the palace lord walked to the opposite side of the dining table, hugged Xiao Gongzi into her arms, and said distressedly: "Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy loves you the most."

Little Gong Zi leaned against the palace lord's arms and rubbed her hands coquettishly, with a conspiratorial smile on the corner of her mouth, Mommy, you are too easy to deceive.

After signing the contract with Yaoxing Tianhua, the palace lord has not received any notice, and Pan Xiao is anxious to contact her every day.

But she herself stayed at home leisurely, eating and sleeping, eating and sleeping, living a life like a pig, even the meal was cooked by Xiao Gongzi before she was woken up.

No way, in fact, she refused at the beginning, but when she was in France, she almost burned the house down when she cooked for the first time.

The second time she cooked, she happily cooked a dish of roast beef with chestnuts. After eating it, Xiao Gongzi went to the hospital with diarrhea.

From then on, for her own safety, Xiaogong Zi completely isolated the Palace Mistress from the kitchen, even forbidding her to do the dishes.

Who knows if his dumb mommy will use bug spray as dish soap...

In Yaoxing Tianhua's gold medal manager's office, Zhang Lan stared with disbelief.

"You said she... came back?"

In front of the desk, Dugu Ziyan, who was sitting on the swivel chair with a cold face, became a little impatient. This woman asked back and forth several times, and her ears were almost callused.

Not to mention that Zhang Lan didn't believe it, even she didn't believe it. When she received the news that the damned woman had gone to France, she thought she had given up on Haoxuan and would never come back.

These seven years, no matter at home or in the company, she has been with Haoxuan every day, but Haoxuan never looked at her directly.

It doesn't matter, she can bear all these, and she also believes that time can change everything.

But, why is it at this time, that damned woman is back again, is she going to rob Haoxuan from her again?

No, she won't let her get away with it.

"She has done well in foreign countries, and now she has signed a contract with us." Dugu Ziyan deliberately half-spoken, paused slightly, looked at Zhang Lan's nervous expression, and then continued: "I haven't arranged an announcement for her. Obviously not normal, and Yaoxing Tianhua also wants to make money, maybe she will be a good cash cow."

"What... what, you want to praise her?" Suddenly, Zhang Lan stood up in surprise, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Dugu Ziyan glanced at her indifferently, noncommittal.

"If I can praise you, why can't I praise her? What's more..." Dugu Ziyan deliberately paused, slightly hooked his lips, and squinted at Zhang Lan: "What's more, she is better than you."

She said these words to Zhang Lan on purpose. According to Zhang Lan's temper, she would never tolerate someone climbing on her head, let alone this person is the person she hates the most.

And when she said that she wanted to praise that damned woman, Zhang Lan would feel a sense of crisis, without her teaching, Zhang Lan herself would take action against that damned woman.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the Palace Master doesn't seem to remember what happened before. You should observe first to see if she is faking it. If she really doesn't remember anything, then you should try your best to cooperate with her. Let her stop thinking about the past."

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the originally cold eyes were covered with a thin layer of ice. They narrowed dangerously, and their eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

She would like to see if this woman has any other abilities to rob Haoxuan from her.

In a certain apartment, the Palace Mistress sneezed several times just after waking up.

He rubbed his nose with a look of displeasure.

Damn, who is speaking ill of her.

"Palace Master, hurry up, go out shopping with me." Suddenly, the bedroom door was knocked open, and Pan Xiaofeng rushed in, pulling the person lying on the bed and was about to run away.

"Hey, I haven't changed my clothes yet." Throwing away Pan Xiao's hand, the Palace Mistress looked for Nene over and over on the bed, and finally turned Nene out under the pillow.

Finally found you, dear Nene.

Holding Nene in his hand, he was about to put it on, but suddenly found that something was wrong.

He raised his eyes to look at Pan Xiao, but saw her staring at her for a moment, and finally remembered what was wrong.

"Wait, how did you get in here?"

"Xiao Gongzi opened the door for me." He hooked his lips proudly, and patted both sides of the Palace Master's cheeks with both hands: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside."

After changing clothes, the palace lord opened the door and came out. Pan Xiao immediately stepped forward and grabbed her hand and pulled it out: "Hurry up, we have an afternoon flight, we have to hurry up and go shopping."

"Afternoon? Airplane?" What's the situation, where are they going?

He looked at Pan Xiao suspiciously, then turned his head to look at the little Gong Zi who was holding the spatula and looking at them with a smile, he was instantly messed up.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, I just received a notice from Yaoxing Tianhua, asking you to rush to City A tomorrow to participate in the worship before the start-up."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow?" Why did Yao Xing Tianhua not know that he had to notify in advance why he was in such a rush.

No, she didn't clean up her salutes, and her son didn't pack. She couldn't leave her son alone at home.

Although her son is very smart and doesn't need someone to take care of her, she needs someone to take care of her. She can't live without the food cooked by her son.

The palace lord thought to herself, turned around and walked into the bedroom, but just as she turned around, Pan Xiao grabbed her: "Hey, hey, where are you going?"

"I'll go to my son and take it away." It doesn't matter if you don't take the salute, the almighty son must take it away.

In an instant, the little Gong Zi who was holding the spatula twitched his eyebrows slightly, and held up the spatula to seriously promise: "Mommy, don't worry, go shopping with Aunt Xiao'er, the boy will definitely pack himself and salute together."