My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran suddenly realized that YaYa had been thinking about her father making delicious food for her.

Cheng Anran hurriedly explained: "look at my memory, I forgot. Today is because grandma suddenly came and said she wanted to make delicious food for Yaya, so I told dad not to do it. I can't let Grandma's enthusiasm fail. If you want to eat, Dad can make it for you tomorrow."

Yaya blushed unconsciously and continued to explain: "no, I really don't want to eat very much. It's the agreed thing. Now it's changed. I just ask. Mommy said to be polite."

The more she talks, the more she seems to cover up, but Cheng Anran knows it.

This is Aojiao.

Leaning over and hugging Yaya, Cheng Anran didn't reveal her mind, but said, "well, Yaya is the best. Let's play."

Yaya went to play. She was greatly relieved when she ran out for a long distance. She murmured in a low voice, "I don't really want to eat what he made."

Just ask.

Cheng Anran smiled and took out her mobile phone to send a message to Tang Yiyu.

Tang Yiyu is trying to make felt while watching video tutorials at home.

How hard did president Tang try to get a special felt teacher to record the video, and then he learned according to the video.

It is said that president Tang has been a genius since childhood. He has never worked hard at this job, whether he studies or does business from childhood.

At this moment, I devote myself to study hard and pay all the efforts I haven't paid in recent years.

As he was learning, a message came from his mobile phone. Tang Yiyu opened it and had a look.

Cheng Anran: [today, Yaya children were very disappointed that they didn't eat the meal cooked by daddy himself.]

Tang Yiyu's eyes lit up and his eyes gently picked up his mobile phone.

Tang Yiyu: [true or false? Mommy Yaya can't make up some lies to make Yaya's father happy, or she will be exposed and punished.]

Cheng Anran: [mummy Yaya is not so boring. Just now the children of Yaya were very nervous. Don't hesitate to ask mummy Yaya why Daddy Yaya didn't cook for her. Didn't you agree? HMM... it must be emphasized that grandma Yaya cooked delicious food tonight, which is what Yaya likes to eat.]

Tang Yiyu: [seeing here, Yaya's father is very happy and full of motivation to do handicrafts.]

Cheng Anran sees the video of the plush felt sent by Tang Yiyu and can see that he is making an elephant.

Cheng Anran deliberately sent him another message.

Cheng Anran: [Yaya's father is very kind to his daughter. He didn't see you take so much trouble when chasing me.]

Tang Yiyu looked at it and smiled.

He has been really good recently. He took the paper on one side, folded it, folded a rose, and then took photos and sent them.

Tang Yiyu: [if my dear wife likes this handicraft, I can also fold 9999 roses for you by myself.]

Cheng Anran laughed and couldn't help but reply: "who wants it, I don't want it."

Tang Yiyu smiled softly and replied, "what do you want? 9999 real roses? Or me?"

Cheng Anran's ears reddened when she heard what he said.

Biting her lip, Cheng Anran doesn't reply to her voice anymore. She doesn't want to be molested by that guy again.

Cheng Anran: [neither flowers nor you. Work well. You'll have dinner tomorrow.]

Tang Yiyu: [yes, my wife.]

Cheng Anran looked at it and smiled angrily: "if you change your face, it will be greasy to death. Fortunately, his face is good-looking."

No matter what greasy love words president Tang said, he was not greasy with his handsome face.

Cheng Anran firmly believes that human nature is Yan dog.

That night when I went to bed, Yaya children felt empty for no reason.

Before going to bed, she listened to Cheng Anran's story, and her thoughts drifted away. She suddenly asked, "Mommy, today, other children said that their daddy and Mommy don't cook for them. Why?"

Cheng Anran: "hmm? Many people say?"

Yaya: "not many. That's what all the children say."

Cheng Anran was stunned. She knew that all rich families have chefs. Many people don't cook by themselves. After all, what is money for? Of course, it's to enjoy life. There's no need to do it by themselves.

But what Cheng Anran didn't expect was that the probability would be so high.

She thought there would be some parents like her or Tang Yiyu who wanted to cook something for their children.

In fact, it's not none, but some parents tried and thought it was not as good as the cook at home, so they gave up.

So all kinds of coincidence make it up. Yaya's class really doesn't have parents to cook.

Cheng Anran rubbed Ya Ya's hair and didn't want her to have any disputes with other children in this regard.

Cheng Anran: "other children's parents may be very busy. Aunt Wang cooks for you when Mommy is busy."

Yaya looked up: "have they been busy?"

Cheng Anran smiled: "it's possible that people are always busy, or they don't want to cook. It's all a personal choice. Daddy and Mommy cook for you because they want to cook for you, which has nothing to do with the choice of other children's parents."

Yaya: "they also say Daddy is very busy. Is that right?"

Cheng Anran: "your daddy... Your daddy is very busy, but as long as it's about Yaya, he will spare time no matter how busy he is, because Yaya is very important to Daddy."

Yaya thought deeply and said nothing more.

Cheng Anran didn't force anything and gave her enough time to think for herself.

Children don't understand anything. Sometimes they think and understand something by themselves.

That night, when Yaya children were sleeping, they had a dream. In the dream, Daddy made a lot of delicious food. She thought it was good to eat.

Well, it was really, really delicious, so she showed a sweet smile.

Cheng Anran naturally slept well.

The mother and daughter slept well. Some children's parents didn't sleep so well.

Their children suddenly came back to say something. Their parents made a lot of delicious food for Yaya at home and questioned why they didn't do it.

This is really——

Who can think of it!!!

Isn't the president of Tang group busy? How can you spare time to cook for your children?

Let's go back ten thousand steps. Isn't designer Cheng's hands only responsible for drawing design drafts? A piece is worth millions. How can he cook himself.