Mommy Is Waging A Rebellion

When they returned to Ruan Mizheng's house, the lights in the living room were turned on and lit up.    

    

Sheng Nancheng looked at the warm and simple house and his eyes lit up. "This is where you and Xuan live?"    

    

"Isn't it very beautiful?" The little milk bag said softly, "This is all thanks to Mommy."    

    

"Senior Brother, you can take a seat. I'll go and cook."    

    

Ruan Mizheng walked to the kitchen and started to wear an apron and a ponytail.    

    

Sheng Nancheng took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen. "I'll help you."    

    

"No need." Ruan Mizheng smiled and pushed him out. "You can play with Xuan and wait for him to eat. I will cook."    

    

"Okay." Sheng Nancheng was helpless.    

    

Ruan Mizheng was cutting vegetables in the kitchen. The little guy was lying on the sofa and watching the game live broadcast.    

    

As he watched, he complained, "My God, does this person know how to use a gun?"    

    

"He shrank the circle. Run!"    

    

Sheng Nancheng looked at the little milk bag and asked tentatively, "Xuan, did your daddy treat you well?"    

    

"Okay. He will give me whatever I want."    

    

"Then is he good to your mommy?" He continued to ask.    

    

"Of course!" When the baby said this, she became excited and secretly said, "Let me tell you, I've seen my daddy and mommy want a sister several times!"    

    

Sheng Nancheng's face changed instantly.    

    

Their relationship had already progressed to that stage!    

    

However, what he didn't expect was that the 'wanting a sister' mentioned by a child was very different from what he had imagined.    

    

It was just a simple kiss.    

    

The little baby thought that just by kissing, she would be able to get pregnant.    

    

"Godfather, why is your face a little pale?" The little milk bag put her little hand on his forehead with concern.    

    

"I'm fine." Sheng Nancheng forced a smile. "Xuan, how did your mommy treat your daddy?"    

    

The little girl pouted and looked very cute. "Of course it's good. Mommy always turns red like an apple in front of daddy!"    

    

Could it be that Ruan Mizheng and Shaang Weiyuan really had feelings for each other?    

    

Then he would not have a chance.    

    

Sheng Nancheng's eyes dimmed. At that moment, the doorbell rang.    

    

"I'll go and open the door."    

    

Sheng Nancheng walked to the door and opened it. Shaang Weiyuan's gloomy face came into view.    

    

He was almost 1.9 meters tall and had long legs. He had the imposing manner of an emperor and his strength was overwhelming.    

    

Their eyes met and sparks flew everywhere.    

    

"Daddy, you're here!" The little milk bag broke the stiff atmosphere and quickly ran over to hug his calf.    

    

Shaang Weiyuan was indifferent. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes as he stared at Sheng Nancheng.    

    

Sheng Nancheng also stared at him with the same hostile gaze. No one spoke first.    

    

When love rivals meet, their eyes would be filled with envy.    

    

Ruan Mizheng was cooking, and when she heard some movement, she stuck her head out.    

    

When she saw it, she was shocked. The two men stared so hard that blood almost flowed like a river.    

    

"Shaang Weiyuan, come and help me cook." She shouted at the top of her lungs.    

    

She didn't know whether it would work or not.    

    

Shaang Weiyuan retracted his gaze, turned around, and strode into the kitchen.    

    

Bang!    

    

The kitchen door was closed. Ruan Mizheng had a feeling that she would not be able to escape death.    

    

She felt a light on her back as she faced the pressure and cut the vegetables.    

    

Shaang Weiyuan leaned against the door and looked at her without any expression. There was no disturbance.    

    

"Hiss -"    

    

Ruan Mizheng was lost in her thoughts for a moment. When she cut her hand, she gasped in pain.    

    

Shaang Weiyuan immediately walked over and took her finger and put it into his mouth without thinking.    

    

Her finger was surrounded by a warm feeling and Ruan Mizheng's face was burning.    

    

"There are germs..."    

    

"It's not like they can poison me to death."    

    

Ruan Mizheng,... ""    

    

After holding it for a while, he took out his finger and wrapped it with a tissue.    

    

"Don't touch water, don't use band-aid. It can easily breed bacteria." His indifferent tone was full of concern.    

    

"Then these dishes haven't been washed yet." Ruan Mizheng pointed at the green vegetables behind her.    

    

Shaang Weiyuan frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and started to wash the vegetables.    

    

Every movement he made was so elegant and charming.    

    

Ruan Mizheng was simply shocked. In her lifetime, she actually saw a young master like him washing the vegetables.    

    

And the fatal thing was that he actually washed vegetables like he was taking pictures of magazines. Every frame was so beautiful.