A night of deep love, the cold-faced CEO married a hot wife

Chapter 2 The Morning of an Office Worker For four years, this nightmare has been haunting her, lingering.

Looking at the sleeping child next to her, the girl rolled over and got off the bed lightly.

He scooped up a handful of cold water and patted his face, and his bewildered brain woke up instantly.

Although it was only six o'clock, the heat wave was already rolling outside, and it was as stuffy as a steamer, without a trace of cool breeze.

The leaves are petrified and motionless, and there are annoying cicadas from time to time, which adds a bit of worry to the hot summer.

The weather forecast issued an orange warning for high temperature. The highest temperature was said to be 38 degrees.

After washing up in a hurry, Yin Jixia went back to the bedroom and woke up her sleeping son, "Of course, wake up, I'm going to be late if I don't get up again!"

The little man on the bed turned over, kicked his calf twice impatiently, as if venting his anger of being disturbed from his dream, he yawned big, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, but he refused to open his eyes.

Yin Jixia seemed to understand the strangeness, ignored him, and strode downstairs to buy breakfast.Mung bean lily porridge to relieve the heat, refreshing vegetable buns, and Yin Pianran's favorite black rice cake.

"Get up, mom will be deducted money if she is late for work, so I have no money to buy toys for Ranran!"

After coaxing and deceiving, Yin Pianran, who was full of anger and angry for getting up, was pulled up.

After waiting for him to wash up, eat breakfast and pack up, Yin Jixia rode a small electric donkey to send his son to the summer class of the kindergarten, and hurried to the company.

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On the other side of the city, in a mansion with mountains and rivers, the tall and handsome young master came out of the gym, took a shower to wash off the sweat, and changed into a suit and tie refreshed.

Tired of eating Western food for a long time, looking at the porridge and side dishes on the table, my appetite suddenly whetted, but before I could stretch out my chopsticks, my mother stopped me.

"Oh, that's not for you. Son, eat this, loach old tofu, specially made by the kitchen for you, it's the most nourishing!" The mother enthusiastically wanted to serve the young master with vegetables.

"It looks disgusting, don't!" The young master looked at the black and white ball in the bowl with disgust, and didn't buy it at all.

Mother still didn't give up, and pointed to another dish, "Then eat this, yam stewed with sheep kidney, this is said to be very effective, try it!"

A shadow was cast on the young master's face, frowning as he watched the delicate white porcelain bowl remain motionless.

"Don't like it? Then eat this, stewed bullwhip with black beans and walnuts, what to eat, what you eat, this is the most real." The mother still didn't give up, and the chopsticks went down to the thick and thick one in the bowl, picking up a big piece.

The young master couldn't hold back any longer, his forbearance eyes were full of fire, "Mother, I've already said that I'm not sick..."

"Stop! Bah, bah, bah, Tongyan Wuji! What's wrong, of course you're not sick, what's wrong with my son! Isn't it harmless to make more love. You see, you are 22 this year, make more love, Maybe I can have a fat grandson in my arms before I turn 25, hehehe!"

Grandson, grandson, the mother's mind is full of grandson, for a child who has no shadow, it seems that she doesn't even want him as her own son!I really don't understand, he is only 22, not thirty or forty, why is my mother so anxious?

After being disturbed like this early in the morning, the young master immediately lost his appetite, so he simply got up and went to work. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of the coffee on the table and took a cup casually.

"Hey, you don't eat breakfast, you can't go to work hungry." The mother shouted eagerly, seeing him pick up the coffee, she felt like an enemy, "You can't drink it, that spermicide!" It's about to become red.

The word "spermicide" was like a bolt of lightning, which instantly hit the young master's brain, and anger rushed up.

If she wasn't his mother, the young master might even have the intention to kill someone.

With a "bang", the coffee cup fell heavily on the table, and the brown liquid splashed all over the table and stained his clothes.

"Oh my son, why are you so angry? Mom is doing it for your own good. Are you hot? The clothes are dirty, go up and change!" The mother took out a paper towel to help him wipe his cuffs little by little with a distressed face. stains.

"I'm off to work." The young master shook off his mother's hand, said a word lightly, and rushed into the roiling heat wave without looking back.

"Be careful on the road and drive slowly. I'll ask Uncle Zhang to bring you meals at noon." The mother commanded lovingly, but the young master didn't seem to hear him at all, and got into the car without looking back, leaving only the driver of the car behind. Exhaust fumes and roiling heat waves enveloped the lonely figure of my mother at the door.

A new day begins like this.