Xiang Ziyuan couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes, wanting to ask him how he knew? But before she spoke, her face turned red first.
Zuo Zimo smiled and continued: "That's right. When you give birth to a great-grandson for the Zuo family, you will be a great contributor to the Zuo family."
Xiang Ziyuan's face suddenly turned redder, but the expression on her face was still firm: "Even then, I can't have it." Marriage is not a transaction, and children are not.
Zuo Zimo was surprised. She originally thought that she, who cares so much about money, would be very happy to suddenly get one-fifth of the equity of Zuo's company. But she didn't expect that she was not happy at all. She seemed to be very happy.
He looked troubled by this. Zuo Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise: "I'll leave the agreement with you first. You might as well think about it again and decide how to deal with it later."
After hearing what he said, Xiang Ziyuan no longer insisted. She just wanted to return these to him later.
After changing her shoes, she came in from the entrance. On her left was the living room and on her right was the dining room. Xiang Ziyuan walked directly to the dining room and was about to pour herself a glass of water when she suddenly heard a voice behind her saying: "You guys
The two of you have finally finished discussing it. Can you make me something to eat first? I'm so hungry!"
Xiang Ziyuan was startled by the sudden voice. She turned around and saw Su Jingchen sitting on the sofa in the living room. It seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time. He looked at her pitifully and said: "Sister-in-law, please
Yes, even if you just cook me a bowl of noodles first."
The cry of "sister-in-law" made Xiang Ziyuan's face heat up, and she blushed and said, "I understand, please wait a moment." She put down the cup and went to the kitchen.
The next second, she felt a tightness in her waist. Xiang Ziwan raised her head in panic, and then met the cold and handsome face of Zuo Zimo. The latter held her in his arms in a possessive manner, staring at the person on the sofa domineeringly and unceremoniously.
Someone said: "If you want to eat it, do it yourself, don't call my wife."
Su Jingchen curled his lips and said in a tone that was partly teasing and partly sad: "Brother, I just want my sister-in-law to help me cook a bowl of noodles. I'm not going to eat her. You don't need to be so nervous, right?"
But Zuo Zimo said with a straight face: "I'm worried about what's wrong with my wife? In short, it's okay to live here. If you want to eat, you can eat by yourself or go out to buy it. Otherwise, you can leave my house."
"Don't be like this." Xiang Ziyuan tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered: "It's just a bowl of noodles, it's quick. We have to cook ourselves anyway. Otherwise, you tell me what you want to eat.
Can I prepare it for you later?"
Zuo Zimo snorted coldly, as if he thought her proposal was not bad. His expression softened slightly, but he did not forget to emphasize: "Just cook him noodles."
"Okay!" Xiang Ziwan smiled and nodded, realizing for the first time that this man actually had a childish side.
Because of someone's overbearing demands and strong interference, Xiang Ziwan only cooked the simplest bowl of tomato and egg noodles for Su Jingchen. However, the latter was already very satisfied.
At least you don't have to cook or go shopping in person, Su Jingchen thought to himself to comfort himself.
But in fact, the main reason is because he is stared at by someone. Even if he has an opinion, he does not dare to risk being kicked out and raise it in front of the other person.
Nowadays, the only place that can accommodate me is here!