MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 995 There is a hostess

While disassembling the gauze, he was convinced that he did not put any weapon that could hurt people on the table. Otherwise, he did not know when he tied his head.

Everyone else is ashamed.

The priest clearly saw the doctor’s hand shaking, and she frowned: “Doctor”

"Ah!" The doctor immediately screamed and fell to the ground, cold sweat on his forehead. "Mom, I am wrong, I am wrong."

Secretary: ""

The Oriental cockroach looked at the doctor on the ground and said: "Get up, she won't hurt you."

"Ah?" The priest was confused.

Are they afraid of her?

What did she do to make them so afraid of her?

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After they all retired, the priest asked strangely: "Auntie, are they afraid of me?"

"Maybe." The East is ambiguous.

Since Xiao Xiao does not know the existence of Mi Zizhen, I don’t know for a moment.

In the evening, the oriental ink came back from school and suddenly rushed toward the priest's body: "Mummy."

"Ink, tomorrow weekend, we can stay together for a whole day." 苒 苒 happy.

"Well, Mommy, do you teach me to paint?" The oriental ink eyes are curved into crescents, which are especially cute.

"Okay!" The priest nodded.

Once used as the first lady of Mancheng, the chess and calligraphy paintings, the priests are all proficient.

Dongfang Station stood up and waved at the oriental ink: "Ink, come, and have something to say to you."

"Oh."

The father and son went upstairs one after the other.

The priest sat in the hall and looked at their backs, and the lips slowly rose.

Ink is really cute. When she sees him laughing, her heart is not soft.

The priest stood up and went to the kitchen.

The chefs are making dinner, seeing her go in, and immediately screaming and saying hello: "Mrs."

The priest waved his hand: "Nothing, can you give me a stove? I want to cook tomato fish."

She likes it, and ink likes it.

She wants to cook it for the ink.

"Good." The chefs were busy giving her a position.

"Mrs. I am here to help you with the scales." The chef was warm and nervous.

Yesterday, they all heard that the maid was only treated with a glance at the grandfather.

At the moment when they saw the priest coming in, they all wanted to scatter, but they didn't dare.

"No, I am coming, you teach me just fine." Si smiling.

That smile makes people think she is a gentle person.

The talking chef was stunned by her smile.

"How?" Si Si touched his face.

“Nothing,” the chef immediately returned. “Mrs. You put the apron on and put on your hat.”

The priest took the apron: "The hat is gone."

The chef is a little nervous, still teaches her to scales and then slices

In the children's room.

Oriental ink put down a small bag and looked up at the east with a small head: "Hey, what do you want to say to me? I want to go to Mommy."

The meaning of the words - there is something to say.

The big palm of the East slaps his little head and signals him to sit down.

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The Oriental Moh is sitting down, but his heart has already drifted to the priest.

"Ink, I am asking you, do you like today's mommy, or yesterday?" asked Dongfang.

What kind of personality to keep, not that he has the final say.

Oriental ink also has a voice, but that is his mother.

Oriental ink heard the words, immediately righteously said: "Of course it is today, yesterday that person is not my mommy."

The east squinted.

Ink does not like Xiaoyan.

"I know," Dongfang stood up and patted his little shoulder. "You do your homework."

Oriental ink has also stood up and heard, he said: "Alright, after tomorrow, I can play with Mommy tomorrow."

"Yeah." Oriental dagger.

He just walked out of the children's room and saw Li Ma who had come up in a hurry.

"Grandpa, my wife is here." Li Ma said.

Oriental dagger: "Well."

His family, who does not live with him, will come to the castle for a few days every month to accompany him.

The Eastern Dragonfly stepped up and walked to the stairway, and at a glance saw the mother Jiang Guiru sitting on the leather sofa.

When I heard the footsteps, Jiang Guiru looked up to the east, and the crystal light's halo fell on her fair skin with a hint of luster.

Although she is over 50 years old, she is very well maintained and looks very young.

"Auntie." She screamed, with the innate majesty in her voice.

Jiang Guiru is also a famous woman.

"Mother." The Oriental dagger, sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Auntie, what's wrong with your hand?" Jiang Guiru frowned.

"Nothing, a small injury, the mother does not have to worry about."

Jiang Guiru waved his hand and threw a servant. Looking at the luxurious but empty hall, his brows were twisted and his heart was long: "Auntie, this family should have a hostess."

The East did not speak, waiting for her following.

Sure enough, Jiang Guiru said again: "Auntie, I know that you like Mi Zizhen. I ignored my opposition and gave birth to Moh, even to be with her and to hate my mother and son. These are all gone, Mi Zizhen It’s been two years, you have her in your heart, but she doesn’t have you in your heart. You can’t consider thinking about others?”

"Who? Oriental soft?" The oriental lips taunted the look.

It was not long before the rice child had just left, Jiang Guiru came to be a lobbyist.

Now I want to come. When Mi Zizhen left, the priest should wake up and forget his person, so there has been no news.

"Auntie! You don't mention Xiaorou's expression. Xiaorou is a child adopted by our oriental family, but she has no blood relationship with you. She likes you so much. It can be seen by people with clear eyes. Why can't you? Trying to accept her?" Jiang Guiru frowned.

Dong Fang is her pride and her weakness. She really can't take him.

Especially in the case of Yonago, she could mad at her.

"Mother, I just want to give Moo a complete home."

"Xiaorou will treat the child as if he is out. You will be with her, and you can give the ink a complete home." Jiang Guiru is strong.

The East is silent.

Silence is resistance, it is rejection.

Jiang Guiru sighed deeply and silenced for a few seconds. She asked unwillingly: "Auntie, you tell me, where is Xiaorou?"

"Nothing is good." The East has no mercy.

Even if Dongfang soft stood in front of him, he would still say so.

Jiang Guiru: ""

When the conversation is deadlocked, there is no need to continue.

Dongfang Station stood up.

"Auntie, you can taste it." The priest walked into the hall with a bowl and saw the oriental cockroach facing her at a glance.

She was wearing a white apron with a smile on her face, standing in front of him and looking at him with her face up.