Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

"Misunderstanding? I don't think it's a misunderstanding. I just heard you calling up the truth with my own ears." Chen Chen paused and said: "Or, you want to say, there is something wrong with my ears?"

The fat aunt was anxious immediately: "Young master..."

Chen Chen didn't look at it at all, and turned to Uncle Chen and said, "Although I don't come and live here often, the people at home have to clean it up."

Uncle Chen didn't dare to neglect, and immediately bent down to answer.

Chen Chen ignored them, turned to look at Murong Rong, a smile appeared on his delicate face, and he held Murong Rong's hand: "Auntie, come with me quickly."

Murong Rong turned around and glanced at the gray-faced fat aunt and woman, ignored them, and left with Chen Chen.

"Chen Chen thanked you just now, you helped Auntie a lot." If Chen Chen hadn't appeared suddenly, she would definitely not be able to keep her job.

"No, I'm so useless, I can't help Auntie with anything." Chen Chen's small face was full of frustration.

Murong Rong quickly said: "Nonsense, Chen Chen is the best child I have ever seen."

Chen Chen lowered his head, with a sad expression on his face: "If I were the best child, Auntie wouldn't work so hard."

Murong Rong was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Chen Chen to say such a thing.

She laughed: "It's not hard."

Chen Chen obviously didn't believe it.

Murong Rong supported his shoulders and said: "It's really not hard, because this job is very important to me, so I don't feel hard."

Chen Chen thought that he really didn't find it hard to see Murong Rong's various fights with his father, so he nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, he thought of something: "Auntie, why don't you come and work here? I'll give you all the pocket money."

Chen Bo almost screamed when he heard that, does his young master know how much pocket money he has?

Murong Rong didn't expect Chen Chen to say this, but facing the little guy's expectant eyes, he could only shake his head and refuse: "Chen Chen, I'm sorry, auntie can't accept it."

Rong Jiuci didn't like her, and he didn't want her to get close to his son. If she really stayed, and when Rong Jiuci found out one day, she wouldn't be able to clean up even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

What's more, she still wants to find An An's biological father.

Chen Chen was very anxious: "Then isn't it difficult for me to see Auntie, and it is also difficult for me to eat the food made by Auntie?"

Chen Chen said, almost couldn't help crying.

Murong Rong couldn't bear it, so he thought for a while and said, "Well, I'll find time to cook for you every day after get off work. If I'm really busy, I'll send you a lunch box, okay?"

Chen Chen really wanted to say no.

These days, he was strictly controlled by his father, and his heart was full of longing for Murong Rong and An An, but he couldn't bear Murong Rong's embarrassment, so he forced himself to nod.

He reminded: "Then auntie must remember to come."

Murong Rong responded with a smile.

Only then did Chen Chen become happy.

Murong Rong played with him for a while, then went into the kitchen to make a hundred dumplings and freeze them in the refrigerator, so that Chen Chen could cook them and eat them when he was hungry.

After finishing, Murong Rong will leave.

Chen Chen was very reluctant, but he knew that An An needed her aunt more than he did.

He didn't keep it but collected a lot of gifts he liked and gave them to An An.

Murong Rong did not refuse, and patted Chen Chen's little head: "An An will be very happy if she finds out, and I thank you on her behalf."

She talked to Chen Chen for a while, then took the shuttle bus arranged by the cleaning company and left.

As soon as the shuttle bus left, the long motorcade stopped at the gate of the villa.

Rong Jiuci pushed open the car door, walked out with shiny leather shoes, and strode into the villa.

Uncle Chen greeted him immediately, and took the briefcase from Rong Jiuci.

Rong Jiuci walked in and asked, "How is Chen Chen today?"

"The young master has just finished practicing the piano, and has gone back to his room to sleep."

"Didn't you make a fuss about not eating?"

Uncle Chen said, "No, the young master ate a big bowl of soup dumplings for dinner."

Rong Jiuci's expression relaxed a little.

Seeing this, Uncle Chen asked, "Young Master, have you had your dinner yet?"

"Not yet. Order some dumplings for me too."

Uncle Chen: "..."

Those dumplings are his young master's favorite. After eating them just now, he even counted them specially. If he really let him know that the big and small ones ate them, I'm afraid there will be trouble again.

Seeing Chen Bo not moving, Rong Jiuci asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no. Sir, please wait a moment." After speaking, he went to the kitchen in a hurry.

When the dumplings were delivered, Rong Jiuci had just finished an overseas phone call. Originally, he just wanted to eat something casually to fill his stomach.

Who knew that once he ate it, he couldn't stop, and when the last dumpling was finished, he still felt a little unsatisfied: "Today's cooking skills in the kitchen are pretty good."

Uncle Chen smiled, but he was thinking about it. It seems that tomorrow he must buy some gifts to have a good relationship with Miss Mu. The hundred dumplings in the refrigerator are not enough to eat.

After dinner, Rong Jiuci first went to the third floor to see Chen Chen.

I saw him lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with his belly turned.

Rong Jiuci sat by the bed and looked at his son's sleeping face, and couldn't help but nod his nose, his usually dark and deep eyes were full of kindness.

"Rascal."

Chen Chen seemed to feel something, frowned, and muttered something.

Rong Jiuci lingered for a while before returning to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Originally, he planned to deal with the mail for a while, but when he put on his nightgown and looked at the soft big bed, the tiredness in his body rushed out.

No matter how strong his willpower was, it was useless at this moment, so he just brought Rong Jiuci into sleep.

The next day, when he woke up, looking at the sun rising high outside the window, Rong Jiuci was very surprised.

His sleep quality has never been very good. Although it is not impossible to fall asleep, he rarely sleeps so soundly.

Last night's bed was like magic.

"Morning, sir." Uncle Chen greeted Rong Jiuci immediately when he saw Rong Jiuci coming down the stairs: "Breakfast is ready."

Rong Jiuci originally planned to refuse, but thinking of the taste of the dumplings last night, he couldn't help but sit over.

But after taking a bite, he frowned: "Who made today's breakfast? Why is it different from last night's?"

Of course it's different. Miss Mu made the dumplings last night.

But Uncle Chen also knew how much Rong Jiuci disliked Murong Rong, so he found an excuse: "Yes, Mrs. Li had some business at home last night, so I asked for leave. Today's breakfast was cooked by a chef invited from the old house." of."

Rong Jiuci lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks and said: "Go and ask Mrs. Li if something happened at home, and help if you can. Let her come back as soon as possible. And the maid who cleaned my room yesterday Don’t change people, it suits me very well.”

After Rong Jiuci finished giving his orders, he picked up his briefcase and left.

Uncle Chen, who was left behind, was very distressed. The dumplings and the room yesterday were all thanks to Ms. Mu. What should he do?