Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

Huang Fuyan didn't expect him to say such a thing, did she despise her for being young?

Where is she?

She is in her 20s, a little younger than him, but it hurts when he talks like that.

Huang Fuyan's eyes were full of surprise, everyone would choose her, right?

So she snorted coldly, "Feng Zang, that's what you said, then let me go!"

After that, she turned around to leave, but Feng Zang didn't care about her, and continued to eat calmly.

Huang Fuyan glanced at him, and found that he really didn't want to stay, she was so angry that she went upstairs to pack her things.

The butler came over and asked carefully.

"Young master, Ms. Huang said that we can help her book a flight ticket. She is going back to China."

Feng Zong replied, "Order it, and send her to the plane safely."

The housekeeper responded, "Okay, young master!"

……

Peony Pavilion Villa.

Ye Bo sat drinking tea in the living room, and Wang Ma went over to add some water for him from time to time.

"Sir, would you like me to cut some more fruit for you?"

Ye Bo is very leisurely today, sitting here sipping tea, reading a book by Miss, seems to be all right?

There is no intention of leaving in a hurry.

I also ate half of the fruit plate, and my former husband rarely had such an appetite.

He thought it didn't suit his appetite, so he secretly asked the lady what he likes to eat?

At that time, the lady told her not to worry about anything, otherwise she might become a spy.

She was frightened. How could an ordinary person like her be a spy?

Later, after listening to her husband, she realized that many people wanted to know Mr. President's preferences, and that was a way to assassinate him.

Only then did she realize that being Mr. President is really not easy.

It's not as good as he imagined!

It is unimaginable for ordinary people like them.

Ye Bo said softly, "It's troublesome."

Wang Ma was very surprised and said happily.

"Wait a minute, sir, I'm going to cut the fruit right now."

It can be seen that the husband is in a good mood today.

Ye Bo was reading with a book, with a very relaxed expression on his face, because he had a wonderful night with Ling'er last night.

Therefore, no matter how that girl treats him badly, he will treat her gently.

At this time, Xiaomu and Yexue came back, and Xiaomu handed a bouquet of tied red roses to Ye Bo.

"Daddy, these are the flowers that my aunt and I went to pick, you can take them to Mommy!"

Yexue's craftsmanship is good, and the flowers she made are very beautiful, and Xiaomu was full of praise just now.

Ye Bo stood up, took the flowers, and said something to the two of them.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Then he walked to the stairs and went upstairs.

Xiao Mu asked Ye Xue to sit down, and then he asked her what TV would she like to watch?

He even asked Wang Ma to pour warm water for her, which was simply too considerate.

Ye Xue talked about a cartoon, and Xiao Mu was surprised.

"Do you watch cartoons too?"

Originally, he thought that watching cartoons was something their children loved to do, and his mother didn't like to watch them.

Ye Xue smiled slightly, blooming like a rose.

"I have liked watching since I was a child, and it hasn't changed when I grow up."

When she is free, she really likes to watch cartoons at home. Now she has watched almost all the children like it.

On the contrary, she is not very interested in those bloody romance dramas?

Probably because she has lost confidence in love, and it is impossible for her to have love, so she dare not watch those erotic TV shows!

On the contrary, I feel that the world of children is more beautiful and pure.

The two looked at the Wang Wang team with relish.

Ye Bo went to Hua Ling'er's room, the girl was sitting on the bay window, wearing white silk pajamas, she seemed to be looking at the scenery outside the window.

Ye Bo knocked on the door, then walked in.

He put flowers in front of her.

"Jinger!"

His voice is deep and deep, very pleasant, a bit like the g major key of a cello.