Seeing her holding a bowl in her hand, he was slightly surprised.

"You didn't eat much at night, Aunt Zhang made you a bowl of hand-rolled noodles."

Xu Xu said lightly, and then put the bowl in front of Yan Rusheng.

The noodles were separated from sesame oil and green onions, and the smell rushed into his nose with the heat, a familiar smell that he could smell with his eyes closed.

He glanced at the noodles and waved the hand holding the cigarette impatiently, "Take it, don't bother me." ”

This guy ......

Xu Xu didn't know where he got the courage, so he raised his voice, "Aren't you going to have a baby?" ”

After asking, her face turned red with shame.

"......" Young Master Yan looked up at her puzzled.

Does this have anything to do with having a baby?

"I can't just take care of my body alone, and ......" Xu Xu swallowed and foamed, "and your temper, it is very likely that it will be passed on to children, so you understand." ”

She finished speaking in one breath, and then without waiting for any reaction from Yan Rusheng, she immediately turned around and strode away.

She suddenly felt that what Zhou Shuang said was very reasonable, if they really had children, their temper really couldn't be the same as him, menopause.

Yan Rusheng looked at the little figure who fled in a hurry, and what she just said echoed in his mind, and his handsome face was darker than the bottom of the pot!

And your temper, there is a good chance that it will be passed on to children......

Does that mean he has a bad temper?

But their children ...... Who will it be like?

Well, you have to look like him, and your personality has to be like him, that stupid woman has no merits from head to toe, just be responsible for life.

The originally depressed mood suddenly got better because of the brain making up for his future child.

'Hiss'

The cigarette between his fingers unconsciously burned to the cigarette butt, and he quickly threw it away and shook his hand.

'Tuk Tuk'

There was another knock at the door, and he looked at the closed door, thinking to himself, stupid woman, you dare to come.

He straightened up and made a gesture before answering the opening, "Come in." ”

However, the door opened, and it was not Wen Xuxu who came in, but Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang asked as she walked, "Third Young Master, have you finished eating your noodles?" When I finished eating, I put the bowl down and washed it. ”

A touch of loss flashed in Yan Rusheng's eyes, and his mood was a little irritable, "Don't eat, take it." ”

"Oh." Aunt Zhang lowered the corners of her mouth in disappointment, walked to the table, looked at the mouthful of noodles in the bowl that did not move, and muttered in a low voice while reaching out to serve it, "Miss rolled this noodles, and her hand was pinched several times, so it's a pity to pour it like this." ”

Even if you kid don't eat it, I'll let you know Miss's thoughts.

Hum!

What? Is this noodle made by Wen lifelike?

Young Master Yan's eyes flashed in surprise, looking at the noodles that were picked up by Aunt Zhang, he almost didn't think about it, he reached out and snatched it over, "What you said, it's a pity, then I'll barely eat a few bites." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand to Aunt Zhang again, "You go out first, I'll send the bowl down myself after eating."

Aunt Zhang was a little puzzled, she said resolutely not to eat it just now, and now she snatched it from her like a bandit.

Why is it so difficult to guess the minds of young people now?

……

Ming family.

The family was happily eating the sweet soup after the meal, Ming Zhongsheng was sitting in the center of the sofa, like Lao Taishan, and the whole family revolved around him.

The eldest grandson Ming Anyong accompanied him to play chess, and Wen Xinyi, as the only granddaughter of Ming Zhongsheng and the only girl of his grandchildren, was deeply loved by his old man.

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