Su Zhi stuffed the whole bun into his mouth and chewed it very fast. He ate three buns in one fell swoop. "Sister, you are really hiding."

"I told you to underestimate me just now." Su Yue tapped her brother's forehead and snorted arrogantly.

She felt more and more integrated into the family.

"This is mango cake? Yueyue, why do you still make a cake?" Fang Ru looked at the cake brought out by Mrs. Hua and was a little surprised. Eating cakes early in the morning would be boring, and the calories were high, which was not good for the stomach. Okay.

Su Yue lowered her eyes, "If I have time, I will do it."

This morning, she habitually got up early to make cakes, and only halfway through did she realize that she was drowsy. Now that she is at her own home, where does she need to make mango cakes.

Habits are scary, though.

Listening to the faint bell echoing in her head, she didn't try to coax Jiang Ci, the bell would probably keep ringing.

However, Su Yue didn't plan to go back to coax him. Who told him to let her go without caring at all? Now that the bell is so quiet, it's not a hindrance, she can ignore it.

"This cake is so beautifully made, Sister Hua, you can pack it for me later, and the company will cook lunch later." Su Jindong instructed. As a father, he must eat all the breakfast his good daughter made for him.

Su Zhi ate the steamed buns and protested inarticulately, "Dad, you can't have it all alone, give me half, and I want it too."

...

In the small mansion.

The young servant trembled slightly and carefully placed the breakfast on the table. She memorized the butler's instructions:

Don't go near Master Jiang Ci, don't spray perfume, Master Jiang Ci doesn't like strange fragrances.

You can't speak loudly. Young Master Jiang Ci only likes to listen to people with good voices.

Don't touch Young Master Jiang Ci's hand, it will be chopped off.

Be sure to prepare the mango cake. The maid last time forgot to prepare the cake and was fired.

"Master Jiang Ci, breakfast is ready." The young servant put away the box for breakfast. She lowered her head and stepped aside consciously.

Jiang Haoyan had already come here with the coriander in his arms. He put the coriander next to the chair and sat on the chair with his little butt on his back. He said to Jiang Ci in a milky voice, "Dad, morning."

The red spots on Jiang Ci's face disappeared a lot, but with the scar on the left side of his face, it was still scary and ugly. His eyes were slightly blue, and he replied, "Morning."

Xiao Hao Hao held the small spoon in his hand. He looked at the mango cake placed on the table. It was his favorite food. However, he felt that this mango cake was not as cute as that of the bad woman. pretty.

When will the bad woman come back, Hao Hao counts, she has been gone for a day.

"Bring me the pillow on the ground to the bed." Suddenly, Jiang Ci's cold voice sounded in the room.

"Huh?" The servant didn't respond for a while.

Pillow?

"Pillow on the ground, this sentence is difficult to understand?" Jiang Ci snorted coldly.

"Yes, yes." The young servant raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Jiang Ci, looked at his terrifying face, subconsciously held his breath, and quickly responded.

The young servant looked around the room, and finally found a nude pink pillow stuck under the coffee table. She quickly reached out and took out the pillow, but the pillow seemed to be stuck, and she pulled it hard.

The next moment, the pillow made a "hiss" sound, and the naked pink pillow surface was scratched by something under the coffee table.

The young servant's hand holding the pillow trembled. She looked at Jiang Ci, and her voice carried an uncontrollable cry: "Master Jiang Ci, the pillow... the pillow has been found."

"Give me."

"Pillow... Young Master Jiang Ci, I didn't mean it. When I pulled the pillow just now, it was cut by a nail." The young servant looked at Jiang Ci in horror.

The room fell silent again.

Xiaohaohao's little fat hand clenched the small spoon, and he continued to eat the porridge in the bowl with his head down.

The back was sweating all the time, and the servant's hand holding the pillow couldn't help shaking, as if she was not holding a pillow, but a bomb.

Jiang Ci was expressionless. After a while, the corners of his lips lifted, and he said coldly, "Throw it away."

"Ah? Throw it away... Throw it away?" The young servant thought that this pillow was very important to Young Master Jiang Ci.

"Did you think I'd use junk?"

"No." The young servant whispered, and then didn't dare to say anything more. She quickly walked out with the pillow, ready to throw it away.

After the servant left, Xiao Haohao raised his head, and Xiao Nai's voice was hesitant: "Dad, that is the woman's pillow." He recognized that hers was pink and father's was gray.

"She came back and found that you lost her pillow, she..." Heiyo's big eyes rolled, and Xiao Haohao said in a low voice, "She will be angry."

Jiang Ci hummed, who asked her to come back.

Xiao Haohao thought that his father didn't know, and he reminded: "She is angry, so she will not make mango cakes for her father." Haohao can't eat the mango cakes she made anymore.

Dad is stupid, why doesn't he know, if you can't make that woman angry, there will be no mango cake to eat.

Jiang Ci's expressionless face froze for a moment.

Immediately, his thin lips lifted, and he snorted lazily, "She's not the only one who can make mango cakes." He casually took the mango cake by his side, his slender fingers held the small silver spoon, and scooped it up directly. put a large piece in the mouth.

In the next moment, Jiang Ci's eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

Chapter 22

Holding the small silver spoon in his hand, Jiang Ci let the sweet mango fragrance spread on the tip of his tongue.