Chapter 218 Does This Have Anything to Do with Having a Baby?

Seeing that she was holding a bowl in her hand, he was slightly surprised.

"You didn't eat much at night, Aunt Zhang made you a bowl of hand-rolled noodles."

Xuxu said calmly, and then put the bowl in front of Yan Rusheng.

Sesame oil and scallions are separated in the noodles, and the smell rushes into his nose with the heat. It is a familiar smell that he can smell even with his eyes closed.

He glanced at the noodles, and impatiently waved the hand holding the cigarette, "Take it away, and don't bother me."

This guy……

Xuxu didn't know where the courage came from, so she raised her voice, "Aren't you going to have a baby?"

After asking, her face turned red with embarrassment.

"..." Young Master Yan looked up at her in confusion.

Does this have anything to do with having a baby?

"I can't just take care of my health alone, and..." Xuxu swallowed, and went all out, "And your temper is likely to be passed on to your children, so you understand."

She finished speaking in one breath, and without waiting for Yan Rusheng to respond, she immediately turned around and strode away.

She suddenly felt that what Zhou Shuang said was very reasonable. If they really had children, their temper really couldn't be like his menopause.

Yan Rusheng looked at the little figure who fled in a hurry, what she said just now echoed in his mind, his handsome face was darker than the bottom of a pot!

And your temper is very likely to be passed on to your children...

Does that mean he has a bad temper?

But who would their child... be like?

Well, you must look like him, and you must also have a personality like him. That stupid woman has no good points from head to toe, so she just needs to be responsible for her life.

The originally depressed mood suddenly got better because of brainstorming about his future child.

'hiss'

The cigarette between his fingers burned to the butt unknowingly, and he quickly threw it away and shook his hands when it was so hot.

'tuk tuk tuk'

There was another knock on the door, and he looked at the closed door, thinking how dare you come, a stupid woman.

He straightened his body, put on a posture, and then responded to the opening, "Come in."

However, the door opened, and it was not Wen Xuxu who came in, but Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang asked as she walked, "Third Young Master, have you finished your noodles? I'll put the bowl away and wash it."

A look of disappointment flashed in Yan Rusheng's eyes, and he was a little irritable, "Don't eat, take it away."

"Oh." Aunt Zhang lowered the corners of her mouth in disappointment, walked to the table, looked at the untouched noodles in the bowl, stretched out her hand to carry them, and murmured softly, "Miss rolled this noodle, her hand was pinched several times , It’s a pity that it fell like this.”

Even if you don't want to eat it, I will let you know what Miss thinks.

snort!

What? Wen Xuxu made these noodles?

Young Master Yan's eyes flickered in surprise. Looking at the noodles picked up by Aunt Zhang, he almost didn't think about it, and snatched them with his hand, "What you said, it's a pity, then I'll try to eat a few bites."

As he spoke, he waved to Aunt Zhang again, "You go out first, and I will send the bowl down by myself after eating.

Aunt Zhang was a little puzzled. Just now she said firmly that she would not eat it, but now she snatched it from her like a bandit.

Why are the minds of young people so unpredictable these days?

...

Ming family.

The family was happily eating sweet soup after dinner, Ming Zhongsheng was sitting in the middle of the sofa, like old Mount Tai, the whole family circled around him.

The eldest grandson, Ming Anyong, played chess with him. As Ming Zhongsheng's only granddaughter and the only girl of his grandchildren, Wen Xinyi was deeply loved by his elders.