The Almighty Little Chef

"Is there any news about Ruan Ruan?" Jiang Yiheng hurried over after receiving a call from Wen Renyou, even his hair was a little messy.

"Drink first." Wen Renyou pushed the water over and motioned him to drink first.

Jiang Yiheng saw that her expression did not change, it should not be bad news, so he took it and drank it in one gulp.

"How about it?"

Wen Renyou didn't answer his question, but smiled instead, "You look like you did a few years ago. I thought you could keep pretending like this."

How vivid is Jiang Yiheng, who is coquettish, cute, and ruffian, who would have thought that it would be so boring now.

"Yuyou." Jiang Yiheng sighed and looked at her helplessly.

"You sound a bit like me."

She didn't change much, but he became another her.

"This, let's see." Wen Renyou didn't wait for Jiang Yiheng to say anything, and put the things in front of him.

Jiang Yiheng glanced at Wen Renyou, and then looked at the information.

The more you look, the more ugly your face looks.

The hand holding the paper trembled slowly, looking up at her with red eyes, "Are these real?"

Wen Renyou nodded.

"Although I hated your mother for finding her disgusting, and I also complained to the old lady about Ruan Ruan, but for the sake of you and Ruan Ruan, I didn't do anything."

"As a result, I recently re-investigated and found such a thing, do you really understand your mother?" Wen Renyou mocked.

"Yuyou, leave this matter to me." Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes and made a decision.

"Okay, but... I won't let anyone hurt my daughter!" Zhang Yang laughed.

It shows that if she is not satisfied with Jiang Yiheng's handling, she will follow her own method.

Although the Jiang family is not easy to provoke, but they heard that it is not impossible for them to do it.

"That's my daughter too." Jiang Yiheng looked at her seriously.

Jiang Yiheng didn't even have dinner with Wen Renyou, so he got up and went to Jiang's house.

The old lady called him to let him go home for dinner today...

Wen Renyou was the only one left in the room, took a sip of tea from the teacup, and a splendid smile appeared on his face.

He murmured: "Jiang Yiheng ah Jiang Yiheng, I hope you do what you say, otherwise... I don't mind shooting myself."

Jiang Yiheng's own solution is nothing more than fear that she is not light or heavy, after all, it is his mother, and the palms and backs of her hands are full of flesh.

One is the mother who gave birth to her own, and the other is the beloved baby who has been looking forward to it for a long time.

It's hard for him to let go of either.

When Jiang Yiheng arrived at Jiang's house, everyone had already arrived.

Every time the scene is nothing more than the old lady Jiang pulling Ruan Ruan to praise where the rest of the daughter-in-law listened, and sometimes responded and reconciled.

However, sister-in-law Jiang, a strong woman, can't chat with a gentle lady like her mother-in-law.

The old lady said it was the grass in this painting. Whose daughter is the son of which family, and Mrs. Jiang is the latest market, whether there is a prospect, what she knows, and different interests. Naturally, it is difficult to talk together. .

The second sister-in-law Jiang was a little bit out of touch, and Mrs. Jiang didn't like women of this style, and felt that there was nothing like a woman's home.

My granddaughter doesn't look like me, and I don't have a lot of relatives, so I can only pull Ruan Ruan.

Jiang Yun yawned boredly, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"Uncle!" Jiang Yun walked over happily when she saw Jiang Yiheng coming.

"Xiao Yun." Jiang Yiheng smiled at Jiang Yun.

"The fourth is here!"