Chapter 1108: That kind of woman is unwanted
"Ah Chen, listen to Damn, that kind of woman is unwanted, she is not married yet, she will mess around with other men behind your back, if you get married, it will simply ruin the door, let's seal the dust and don't want this kind of water-based flower-raising woman!"
If the other party was not his mother, he would have hung up the phone in annoyance.
He said perfunctorily: "Okay, I know, I'll deal with this matter." ”
After hanging up the phone, Feng Chen thought of what his mother said, parked the car on the side of the road, and clicked on the video.
Seeing that the man on the video was Ji Yi, Feng Chen narrowed his eyes.
After watching the video for two minutes and 39 seconds, he threw his phone aside and started the car.
He didn't come back, Aunt Xiao didn't dare to sleep, and waited for him to take a nap.
Hearing the sound of the car, Aunt Xiao cheered up and went to the door to greet him: "Mr. Feng, you are back." ”
Sealing the dust, he gave her the coat in his hand: "When will she come back?" ”
"About ten o'clock." Aunt Xiao replied.
Feng Chen raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and then walked to the sofa.
He originally planned to ask Aunt Xiao to pour him a glass of water, but when he turned his head, he saw Aunt Xiao yawning, and his face was full of sleepiness.
He said: "You don't have to wait for me in the future, go to bed early when you are sleepy." ”
Aunt Xiao smiled and agreed, hung up his coat, and went back to the room.
Feng Chen took a glass of water by himself, drank it and went upstairs.
He pushed open the bedroom door, and Song Zhiyue was already asleep, and he was asleep.
The next morning, Feng Chen woke up early, and he washed up and went downstairs.
Song Zhiyue slept until the alarm clock rang before getting up, and she went downstairs to seal the dust and was already sitting in the restaurant, waiting for her to have breakfast together.
"Aunt Xiao, it's early." She greeted Aunt Xiao with a smile and then entered the restaurant and sat down.
Aunt Xiao took out the breakfast for them, and as soon as Song Zhiyue took a sip of white porridge, she heard Feng Chen ask, "What did you do after work yesterday?" ”
Song Zhiyue wanted to say that she didn't do anything, but she didn't come back so late last night, if she didn't do anything, Feng Chen must feel that there was a problem.
Although Feng Chen came back later than her, Aunt Xiao knew when she would come back.
"Had a meal with a friend."
Feng Chen didn't say anything more and started to eat breakfast.
After breakfast, the two went to work, and Aunt Xiao began to clean up.
At about ten o'clock, Aunt Xiao heard movement outside the door and walked over to open the door.
Seeing a noble lady standing outside the door, and a person wearing a uniform, like a property, Aunt Xiao asked suspiciously: "Are you ......?"
Wen Mei thought that Feng Chen and Song Zhiyue had gone to work, and there was no one at home, so she called the property and planned to let the property open the door, but she didn't expect that there was someone at home.
She looked at Aunt Xiao: "Who are you?" ”
"I'm the babysitter here." Aunt Xiao replied.
Wen Mei raised her feet to enter the house, but Aunt Xiao didn't know her, so she stopped her from entering: "Madam, who are you?" ”
"I'm the mother of the dust."
Wen Mei's heart was angry, when Feng Chen lived alone before, he didn't see him hire a nanny.
Now that he has Song Zhiyue, he specially hired a nanny, and he really took that woman seriously.
Hearing her say that it was Feng Chen's mother, Aunt Xiao let her into the house.
"Madam, I don't have anything to do, I'll go first." Property said as he stood at the door.
Wen Mei nodded: "Go ahead." ”
When she came, she brought a servant, and the servant followed her into the house.
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