Chen Yihao walked into the study slightly coldly and stood two meters away in front of the desk.

Chen Zhentian put down the documents in his hand at this time, and said in an equally unsympathetic cold voice: "At the charity dinner next month, you take Qian Ning with you, and by the way, announce the marriage of the two of you at the banquet." ”

Chen Yihao guessed the purpose of Chen Zhentian calling him back before entering the door, but he didn't want to accept such an arrangement.

So he asked indifferently, "Do you really want me to her?"

Chen Zhentian glared angrily, glared fiercely at the good son he had taught, and said angrily, "Unless you don't have the surname Chen, you must marry the daughter of the Sun family." ”

Chen Yihao expected this to be the result, so he decisively replied with the word 'good'.

Chen Zhentian suppressed his anger and said coldly: "You can go out!"

Chen Yihao didn't want to stay longer, but when he heard his father's order, he turned around and walked out without hesitation.

By the way, I also left this 'home&039;.

After coming out, Chen Yihao naturally returned to the apartment building, maybe because of habit, maybe more because he liked to get along with the mother and son.

So he involuntarily returned here.

He would have liked to live with their mother and daughter if he could, but it was just an idea.

Out of respect for the lady, although he was going back to his home, he still stood downstairs and called Meng Bao'er.

The phone did not go through, and it was always busy.

Chen Yihao had no choice but to come to the hall, use the video phone on the first floor, and contact Meng Baoer upstairs again.

This time, the video intercom phone in the room was connected, but the person who answered it was not Meng Baoer, but Xiao Mango.

Little Mango moved a small stool by himself and stood on tiptoe on the wall to barely reach the answer button.

"Who are you?" said the little mango's immature voice.

She was too short to reach the buttons, but she couldn't see the figure on the screen.

Chen Yihao can't see people here, but fortunately, the voice of the little mango is very recognizable.

Chen Yihao immediately asked with concern: "Little Mango, isn't your mother at home?"

Little Mango nodded hard and said yes, but Chen Yihao couldn't see it.

Chen Yihao didn't say more, and took the elevator upstairs.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw that Little Mango was about to climb down from the small low stool.

Although the little guy climbed very fluently, Chen Yihao still stepped forward quickly to help her.

After she stood firm, she shouted happily: "Brother Hao!"

Chen Yihao touched her little head fondly, and asked lovingly, "Where is your mother?"

Little Mango didn't say a word, ran away barefoot with two feet.

After a while, Meng Bao'er came out with her.

It's just that Meng Bao'er came out, but the phone still hasn't hung up.

Chen Yihao thought that Meng Bao'er was calling Jiang Shuohan at first, but the more he listened, the more he didn't feel like it.

In the end, it was determined that it was a matter of work.

After Meng Bao'er hung up the phone, Chen Yihao slowly spoke, "Meng Ruoxi, can we discuss something?"

Meng Bao'er saw his serious appearance, but she was a little unaccustomed to it.

Awkwardly motioned for him to say what was going on first.

Chen Yihao said a little jerky: "I want to live with your mother and daughter, is it okay?"

Meng Bao'er thought it was a big deal, but when she heard that it was just such a small request, she nodded happily and agreed.

Chen Yihao's apartment is already very large, there are four bedrooms alone, and each bedroom has a bathroom, and she and Xiao Mango have always lived in the second bedroom.

Chen Yihao's original master bedroom has been empty.

Chen Yihao, out of help, was willing to give up a house for the two of them to live in, and she was already very satisfied.

She wasn't sure how long she would live here, and it was really not suitable for Chen Yihao to have a home that he couldn't go back to.

I didn't know Chen Yihao very well before, so I didn't dare to live with him, but with these few helps, Meng Baoer was still very relieved of him.

'Cohabitation' is not a big problem.

Chen Yihao was allowed to finally show his usual warm smile.

Meng Bao'er likes Chen Yihao like this very much, so she also laughed kindly: "Please take care of it in the future!"

Chen Yihao felt that there was a conspiracy as soon as he saw her expression, so he followed the ruffian and said: "I think it is more appropriate for you to take care of me, what do you have to do to pay the rent you live here, right?"

As soon as Meng Bao'er heard that she wanted her to be a nanny, she immediately quit and retorted urgently: "I'd rather pay you the real rent more practically." ”

How can Chen Yihao be the master who is short of money?

So he replied lightly: "But I don't want money, I just want you to cook a home-cooked meal for me and Little Mango every day, the two of us eat happily, and you will be happy when you look at it." ”

Meng Bao'er was speechless, and said reluctantly: "Even if I am willing to do it, I am afraid that the two of you will not dare to eat it." ”

Chen Yihao knocked on Meng Bao'er's head with a little disgust, and said evilly: "You really don't plan to improve your cooking skills?

Meng Bao'er actually wants to say: Go your own way and let others say go!

Who knew that Little Mango grabbed ahead of her and said: "I won't say that, because my mother's cooking is delicious, and the little snacks that my mother brought me before, the children all said they were delicious!"

Meng Bao'er didn't say anything, and she choked back by the little mango.

I had to change my embarrassed appearance, and said helplessly: "In the future, I will find a way to cook for your two ancestors!"

Chen Yihao smiled with satisfaction, then picked up the little mango and walked towards the sofa.

Meng Baoer was still self-aware, and consciously went into the kitchen to study the recipe.

After tinkering for a long time, Meng Baoer finally made three dishes, although the taste is not as good as Chen Yihao's, but at least it is no longer a handful of salt, a bottle of vinegar is put like this.

Chen Yihao tasted it, and he could barely swallow it.

However, Little Mango felt a little unbelievable, so she looked at Meng Bao'er and asked sweetly, "Mom, why is the food you cook not as good as before?" ”

Little Mango pouted, and her round face was full of dissatisfaction.

Meng Bao'er was very dissatisfied with her little expression, although she was not angry, but she frowned and said, "If you don't want to eat, then be hungry!"

The little one didn't speak for a long time, and sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Meng Bao'er looked at the little guy's grievance and realized that she might be angry, and her head instantly became bigger

In the end, he couldn't resist it, and coaxed in distress: "Okay! Don't be unhappy, little mango, mom's meal today is indeed a bit of a failure, but it's already improved, isn't it? Mom now promises you, tomorrow I will do my best to make the most beautiful taste, and you will taste it again when the time comes, is it the taste before?"

The little guy was just tense and didn't cry, but when Meng Bao'er opened her mouth, the sadness of the little mango suddenly poured out, and cries and tears poured out.

Meng Bao'er collapsed so much that she had to pick up the little guy and say a whole car of good things.

This barely soothed Little Mango's fragile heart.

Chen Yihao watched from the sidelines, and really admired Meng Baoer's combat effectiveness.

However, for the warm picture in front of me, my eyes were slightly wet.

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