Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye didn't know that his little head was drawing a picture of Qiong Yao's stepfather abusing children. Just as he was about to ask him what was wrong, he heard a loud 'gurgling' from his little belly.

   Kitten Fu immediately covered his little belly, however, a loud 'gu--' sounded majestic from his fingers.

"you……"

   "Ah ah ah ah, don't say, it's not my belly!"

   He lay down on the sofa, buried his head in the crevice, and covered his head with a pillow, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when it is in danger.

   Lost face in front of Mommy...

   Kitty Fu's whole person is not well.

   No matter what Han Xiaoye calls him, he just pretends to be dead and refuses to get up.

   There was a sound of distant footsteps on the floor, and the eyes of the person who buried his head suddenly turned red. This time, it was not pretending, but he was really uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

  Mummy must have disliked him and didn't want him anymore.

   Kitten Fu feels that he is the most miserable three-year-old child in the world. Dad ignores it, mom doesn't. He sniffed and was about to cry when he heard the sound of rushing water.

  The sound of water?

  Where did the sound of water come from?

   He slowly raised his head from the sofa, put on his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen...

  Han Xiaoye opened the refrigerator of a person he had never met for the first time, and he felt an indescribable pain in his eggs. Thinking of the little guy on the sofa wilting with cabbage, his heart softened again, and he reached out and took out eggs, tomatoes, and chopped green onions from the fresh-keeping cabinet. By the way, I put on the apron that was placed on the cupboard and fastened the straps. Turning around to wash the tomatoes, he saw the pretty little cute bag standing outside the kitchen, he shook the tomato in his hand, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he said, "Kitten, I'm a little hungry, you can cook something with your home. Is it?"

   Kitten Fu cried out with a wow.

  Han Xiaoye was taken aback by him, he quickly put down the tomato, touched his forehead, and teased him, "Why are you crying? Could it be because I used your kitchen? Otherwise, I won't cook?"

   "Woo woo woo." The crying person cried even louder, completely wailing!

   That voice was so loud that it could almost lift the roof off.

  Han Xiaoye instantly had the urge to slap himself in the face, damn, call you to death! She rubbed her swollen temples, but instead of comforting her gently, she got up and cut the tomato into small pieces, dipped it in some sugar, and stuffed it into the whimpering little cute baby's mouth.

   Kitten Fu was caught off guard, his mouth was blocked, and he slammed, a sweet smell spread between his lips and teeth immediately. He sniffed, probably a little embarrassed, his face sullen, "Mummy, you are not gentle at all."

   Don't say he cried before, he didn't cry, those gallant aunts all looked like they wanted to hold their mother's love in front of him.

   Not like her, he cried so hard, she cut a tomato and dipped it in some sugar to send him away.

   Complaining on the lips, but honest in the body, with a bright little face like a sunflower. Holding Han Xiaoye's leg, Tsundere demanded, "I want another kitten."

  Han Xiaoye dipped in candy and gave him another, "This is too cold, you can only eat two."

  The tossing little guy actually held the tomato obediently, and his cheeks were bulging to the side to eat. But no matter what Han Xiaoye said, he refused to wait in the living room. You have to squat at the door of the kitchen and watch her make things.

  Because she is not too casual at someone else's house, she just wants to cook simple noodles. But the kitten was too young, and she didn't know whether he could eat spicy food. After thinking about it, she bit the bullet and took some ingredients from someone else's refrigerator, intending to make a tomato egg custard.

   After the water boiled, she put the noodles down. Pour a little oil into a frying pan, and when the oil is hot, pour in the beaten eggs. The eggs were fried quickly, she put a bowl and a half of water, boiled it, and added the tomatoes. The noodles on the other side were already cooked, and she fished them out with a slotted spoon and put them into a bowl. When the soup was fragrant and rolled again, it was poured into the bowl of noodles. Sprinkle green onion on top.

   "Get it done."

   The man squatting at the door of the kitchen immediately bounced up to help. The bowl was too hot, how dare Han Xiaoye let him serve it. He picked it up first, "Can the kitten help me take down the bowls and chopsticks?"

   Kitty Fu patted his chest, "Okay, Mommy will wait for me outside first, and I'll bring it over immediately."

  Han Xiaoye's fingertips were too hot, and he was not pretentious. He put the hot tomato egg custard noodles on the table.

   Kitten Fu came out, holding out two bowls as if touching.

   He put the pink bowl and chopsticks printed with kiity in front of Han Xiaoye, with the blue one in front of him, "This is yours, this is the kitten's."

   Now Han Xiaoye can't even pay attention, he's a little curious, "Your family likes kiity?"

  Slippers are kiity, even tableware is kiity.

Fu Xiaozi pulled some noodles and tomatoes into his bowl for himself, eating deliciously, without raising his head, "No, because Mommy likes it, and Mommy also likes the story of the little prince, so There is still the little prince's OK and cup at home. But my stingy and perverted daddy won't let me drink from that cup."

  The story of the little prince, she used to like it. Han Xiaoye opened his mouth and asked, "Your mommy..." Halfway through the question, she decided not to ask.

  I really don't know what kind of woman is so stupid, she doesn't even want such a cute son.

   After a quiet meal, Han Xiaoye found that the little guy's tutor was very good. At least the table manners are very good, and they don't need help to feed or say anything, they sit upright and their movements are also very standard.

When there was a quarter left in the big bowl, Kitten Fu put down his chopsticks, narrowed his eyes contentedly, and groaned like a full-fed tailless cat, "Mommy, the kitten is full. "

   "I'm full too." Han Xiaoye put down his chopsticks, she was eating with her, and she wasn't hungry at all.

  Fu Kitten's pretty little Danfeng rolled her eyes and slyly lay on her lap, softly, "Mommy, you didn't call me Kitten and Baby today."

   "Get up, I'm going to clean up the dishes." Han Xiaoye was unmoved.

   If Fu Kitten got up and started obediently, it wouldn't be Fu Kitten. He leaned on her as a rogue and closed his eyes, "No, you have to put me to sleep."

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye had the urge to pull him away, but the urge returned to the urge and did not turn into action. She sat stiffly for more than ten minutes, and the breathing of the little man in her arms became even.

   "What, go to sleep when you're full, and call it Piglet instead." Having said that, she picked up the man lightly, put it on the sofa, and carried the blanket on the sofa over. Put it on him, put away the tableware, wash it in the kitchen and put it away...