Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss

Remember for a second

He is now dealing with documents, and his cold brows and eyes are now warm, and even his wheat-colored handsome face is a little red.

At this moment, even the tightly pursed thin lips had a suspicious arc.

He pulled out an arm and pressed her shoulders from the back, as if afraid that she would fall, and bent down a little.

Early in the morning, in the study, the two of them almost rolled together in this posture!

Zhao Yu never expected that President Shen, who is very cold-hearted and worth over 100 million yuan, would dote on his wife so much behind closed doors!

He previously thought that the clips of the two in "Stage" were more or less pretentious in front of the public.

After all, Yu Yaoyao is not a kind and considerate type with culture and connotation. In theory, there is no common language with Shen Yichong, who is insightful.

In the eyes of sober people, it is more convincing to say that the two are in love.

But now, when Zhao Yu saw such a natural closeness of the two couples, he instantly felt that there was definitely a hormone of true love between them!

Just as he was thinking, there was a low voice that gritted his teeth suddenly in the study.

"Go get dressed!"

Shen Yichong in the camera has a dark face.

As soon as he reached out, he felt the soft ski muscles on his back.

Looking back, she saw that there was only a thin nightdress on her body, and a large piece of snow-white arms were exposed. Even because of her actions at the moment, the small half of her white and greasy snow shoulders were looming.

The corners of his mouth sank in an instant, and he pulled her off his back.

He got up, wrapped her arms around her exposed arms, and took her out the door.

"Go and put on your new clothes."

When he walked to the door, he held down the camera lens that he was about to follow, and pushed it aside.

"Don't shoot."

Two heavy words, with frost.

Zhao Yu stared, and the photographer who was holding the lens was even more startled.

They all looked at Yu Yaoyao's pajamas.

It's quite conservative, and there's nothing to show... It's wide and thick, and the sensitive parts can't be seen at all.

Can't shoot this?

Chapter 43

The somewhat speechless Director Zhao soon discovered something even more speechless.

Shen Yichong, who told them to order takeout just now, went to the kitchen in person.

He lifted up his shirt sleeves, washed vegetables and fried eggs, his movements were skillful and free, and at first glance he knew that he was a man who would usually go into the kitchen.

Soon there was a smell of noodles in the kitchen, showing that someone's cooking skills were not bad.

When the two large and one small bowls of noodles were brought out, the expressionless Shen Yichong was stopped by Director Zhao.

"Didn't you say takeout?"

Shen Yichong glanced at him with black eyes, "Children can't eat takeout."

Director Zhao Yu's chest suddenly hit a qiāng.

Co-authored, Mr. Shen is indeed a good cook and a warm man, but he is not open to outsiders.

"Director Zhao, my son won't be in the mirror later, please pay attention."

Shen Yichong prepared breakfast and poured out another three cups of beef.

Zhao Yu was taken aback, "Okay, but today's shooting is a whole day..."

Just as they were talking, footsteps came from behind them.

Yu Yaoyao changed into a youthful and beautiful suspender skirt and walked down from the second floor holding Xiao Baozi's hand.

Shen Rui Steamed Bun, a small one, wearing the same sky blue overalls as Mommy's, with a small round face that is white and translucent, just as cute as a doll carved from pink and jade.

One big and one small, standing together in parent-child clothes, it was so cute that the photographers were lost.

Zhao Yu, who had just agreed to Shen Yichong's request, really regretted it at the moment.

This chubby little dumpling in front of me will definitely make the girls and mothers in front of the TV scream.

He is so cute.

He da da da walked to the dining table, knowing that he bowed and greeted them in a nǎi nǎi angrily.

Polite and polite.

Even after Yu Yaoyao sat down on the dining table, this little guy tried his best to climb onto the children's chair with his little butt swaying, without anyone's help.

After sitting down obediently, he wisely took a small napkin from the children's chair for himself and tied it around his neck.

All actions are done in one go.

After putting on the napkin, the little guy also thoughtfully helped Yu Yaoyao to pick up the chopsticks on the table for her.

"Mommy, eat~"

Seeing this, Zhao Yu wished he could talk to Shen Yichong to let his son appear in the clip.

But Shen Yichong helped his son get off the child seat, and his thin lips lifted, directly denying his concern.

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