Entering the house, a majestic and domineering momentum came to the nose, and the low-key luxury made people feel like they were in a castle.

But in this house, there is no solemnity of a castle, but the sound of a baby crying echoes abruptly.

Ye Wenwen recognized it almost instantly, this was the cry of the banquet.

A heart, like a ball of twisted flowers, is kneaded into a ball.

"Madam, I'll take Miss Ye over." Steward Mo was the first to speak, and Mrs. Fu immediately got up, her expression was both surprised and happy.

Only then did Ye Wenwen notice the existence of Mrs. Fu.

I saw that the other party was wearing unusually luxurious clothes, with a group of temperaments, about forty years old, but no matter how you look at it, the charm is still there.

This is Fu Shaoyang's wife?

Ye Wenwen hesitated for a moment, guessing in his heart.

looks a little older than Fu Shaoyang, but this figure and temperament are integrated with this kind of magnificent villa.

"Xiaoye is here? Hurry up and look at the feast, he cried all morning. Mrs. Fu naturally didn't know that at this moment, countless ridiculous thoughts had flashed through Ye Wenwen's mind.

Speaking of the banquet, Ye Wenwen remembered the purpose of his visit, and immediately ignored Mrs. Fu's identity, and immediately hugged the banquet into his hands.

Steward Mo really didn't lie to her, and the little guy cried so much that his voice was hoarse.

It's exactly the same as when Fu Shaoyang came with him in his arms yesterday.

"Good banquet, Mommy......" The word Mommy was about to come out, but remembering the identity of Mrs. Fu next to her, she immediately withdrew her voice.

If she calls herself the mother of the banquet in front of the other party, I am afraid that she will be swept away immediately.

But Ye Wenwen is not at all worried about the state of the banquet now.

Mrs. Fu didn't pay attention to these small details at all, just waved her hand and asked the servants in the room to go out, and said to Ye Wenwen when she was done: "You must be hungry for the banquet, you feed him." ”

Just take a look at the arrival of this leaflet, whether it works or not.

Ye Wenwen nodded, hugged the banquet and shook it lightly a few times, and then began to feed the banquet.

As a result, Mrs. Fu did not go out, let alone avoid it.

Just beside him, he looked at it loudly, without the slightest sense of embarrassment.

Ye Wenwen was a little confused, and her face was slightly red, why did this lady keep staring? She hasn't practiced such a cheeky skin yet, and she can continue to feed with peace of mind when she is watched.

"Madam, can you ......" Ye Wenwen was a little entangled, afraid that if she wanted her to avoid it, the other party would be angry.

Mrs. Fu didn't give her a chance to finish her words: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Hurry up and feed it. ”

Urging Ye Wenwen didn't dare to mention it again.

can only bite the bullet and feed her son rations in front of her.

The banquet was hungry, and now he smelled a familiar smell, and suddenly quieted down.

As for Mrs. Fu's expectation of not drinking milk and continuing to cry, it doesn't exist!

Mrs. Fu couldn't help muttering: Sure enough, it is connected by blood, it is really magical.

couldn't help but look at Ye Wenwen's chest, Steward Mo said that she was in good health, and now she looks really good, and I am afraid that the food after the banquet will be lost.

The gaze beside him became more and more straightforward and hot, and Ye Wenwen only felt that his face was about to burn.

What happened to Fu Shaoyang and his wife?

Why do you like to look at people's breasts?

Damn it!

"Steward Mo, you quickly instruct the kitchen to make some chicken soup and fish soup for Xiao Ye to replenish her body. By the way, Xiaoye, do you have anything you want to eat? After being quiet for a while, Mrs. Fu's mind began to come alive again.