CEO's Love Affairs

A large white napkin was placed on his chest, and his small hands were excitedly placed on the dining table. One hand holding a saber and the other holding a fork, the little feet that was dragging two large 'boats' continuously swayed on the chair. The round and slippery Watermelon Taro's head was almost twisted and thrown into the kitchen.    

"SpongeBob, are you ready? Xiaomian is starving!"    

His saliva was about to flow onto the napkin.    

" Alright! Stop urging me... brat!! "    

He woke up early in the morning and shouted that he wanted to eat breakfast, but he did not know how to cook. He had said that he would give the little ghost instant noodles, but he still refused. He said that Damian had said that it was convenient to eat and that it was not good for the body. He had to eat nutritious food in the morning and insisted on making that damn nutritious breakfast for the little ghost.    

In the end, the little ghost was unable to change her mind. She actually went into the kitchen with an apron and picked up the pots and pans that had never been moved.    

Carrying the egg breakfast, he placed it in front of Master Mianmian with a bang.    

Gritting his teeth, he glared at the little ghost hatefully, "Little ghost, I definitely owe you in my previous life!!"    

Otherwise, as a dignified young master, he would have entered that damned kitchen for the sake of a brat.    

Thinking about it, when he was angry with that woman, he was already half hungry and had yet to go to the kitchen to get food. Was this little devil lucky to not have lived ten lifetimes?    

Or perhaps, it really was...    

He, Young Master Lan, had completely fallen into their pet family?    

Heavens!!    

Lan Chengyu thought angrily as he poked the egg in the bowl like a watermelon Taro's head.    

Then, he also shaved off the egg white.    

He didn't like the egg white. It was slippery. It was very strange. It didn't taste good. It didn't taste good!    

On the other hand, Mianmian who was by the side had buried her head in her mouth as she ate with relish.    

However, his knife and fork did not let go of the annoying little sister of the egg white in the bowl.    

He did not know why, but since he was born, he did not like this thing. Although Damian said that it did not have a strange taste, he just hated it.    

"SpongeBob, little sister egg yolk is delicious!!"    

Although it was a little sticky, because little sister yolk was delicious to begin with, no matter how bad the fried egg yolk was, when it entered Mianmian's mouth, it was still very delicious!    

"Really??"    

Lan Chengyu's eyes, which had been filled with resentment, suddenly lit up with a bright light. There was also some feeling of being flattered.    

Although he felt that it was quite disgusting, especially when compared to the food made by a woman, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground!    

"It's true, it's true!" The little fellow waved the knife and fork in its hand excitedly and nodded its head vigorously.    

Looking at the happy expression of the little kid, Lan Chengyu actually felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously started to smile.    

It seemed that the feeling of having a little ghost eating with him wasn't bad either!    

Just as he was about to praise the little ghost, he suddenly stopped and stared at him. "Little ghost, you said it's very delicious. What's on the table?"    

Brat lied to him!    

This was clearly showing that he disliked him!    

"Little sister white egg..."    

Mianmian honestly tells the truth as she lowers her head guiltily.    

Damn it! SpongeBob wouldn't force him to eat this annoying white sister like Damian did, right?    

"Why did you throw it away?" Lan Chengyu crossed his arms around his chest, and with a serious expression, he interrogated the girl in front of him, whose head was about to fall into his bowl.    

The other side was silent.    

"Speak..."    

An extremely rare patience waited for the little ghost's reply.    

After saying that, he didn't forget to add in a sinister voice, "Be careful of your mouth breaking if you lie!!"    

Hmph hmph! Bad sponges!    

"Mianmian does not like eating egg white sister!!" Mianmian honestly explained.    

Suddenly, as if afraid that the other party would not believe him, she raised her large watery eyes to look at him with a face full of sincerity, "Mianmian did not lie! Mianmian does not wish to have a bad mouth!!"    

"You... do not like to eat egg white?" Lan Chengyu was surprised and stared at the little ghost in front of him in disbelief.    

The more brat looked at him, the more he looked like him!    

"En!" The little devil nodded his head firmly.    

Lan Chengyu rolled his eyes, rubbed the pain between his eyebrows, bit his lips, and stared at the 'childhood me' in front of him. He only felt that it was a bit funny, but also a bit strange. "brat, whose seed are you?"    

He was really curious. What kind of person and what kind of person would give birth to a little devil that would be so similar to him? !!    

As Mianmian nibbled on the egg yolk little sister in the bowl, she proudly shook her little head, "Of course it is Damian's seed! So stupid..."    

Otherwise, how could there be Xiaomian?    

SpongeBob was really stupid!    

Damian's Xiaomian's house...    

The thin morning sun shone warmly into the quiet room, bringing warmth to the slightly cold room.    

Jiani subconsciously turned over and woke up slightly.    

She stretched out habitually and her sleepy eyes were still tightly shut. She muttered randomly, "Baby, what do you want to eat today?"    

"Whatever!"    

The answer was a short and neat word.    

"Ah..."    

Jiani suddenly came back to her senses and her small body trembled. She instantly got up from the bed and stared at the man beside her in disbelief.    

He seemed to have woken up a long time ago and his spirit was also exceptionally good.    

Compared to the coldness from last night, his handsome face was a little gentler.