"I am the wife of the legendary national male god Hara-hoon, and it is said that there are many people who are madly jealous of me.
But I wasn't happy. ” The morning sun shone on Tong Yao's eyelids through the beige curtains, and she opened her eyes.
In the confusion of first awakening, she saw Chen's mother standing in front of the bed, and said with a smile: "Madam, Mr. and Young Master are waiting for you in the restaurant." ” Tong Yao was silent for a while, then nodded, got dressed and got up to wash.
And Chen's mother cleaned up the room next to her, and by the way, she helped Tong Yao bring the clothes she was going to wear today.
Mother Chen looked at Tong Yao's cold face, and couldn't help but sigh a little in her heart.
In Chen's mother's opinion, the lady in front of her is really good-looking, so exquisite, delicate as a person carved from crystal, crystal clear, so beautiful that there is no trace of fireworks.
But it's a pity to think about it, such a beautiful wife has a bit of a mental problem.
Tong Yao had already finished washing up at this time, and it was time to go down.
Thinking of going to the restaurant below to eat with Yuan Xun, she frowned slightly, raised her hand, and subconsciously bit her finger.
Stepping on the retro and elegant staircase, Tong Yao went downstairs and saw the father and son sitting there in the elegant and white restaurant from a distance.
Yuan Xun is handsome and noble, his demeanor is rigorous and indifferent, looking at the past from afar, every part of his body seems to have been carefully measured and designed by an esthetician, and he is meticulously perfect.
Across from Yuan Xun sat their son Yuan Xiu, and Yuan Xiu's face combined the handsomeness and nobility of Yuan Xun with Tong Yao's delicacy.
He sat there, his short hair slightly curled and half covering his broad, white forehead, and the perfect curvature of his face reminded of the aristocratic atmosphere of the ancient Greek medieval era.
His face was snow-white as if there was no blood, there was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at the plate, and his clear eyes exuded a clear glow like silver cutlery on the table.
The two of them sat upright, their eyes not squinting, and the knives and forks in front of them were meticulously placed on the white napkins.
If the scene in front of you is taken as a photo, it must be a beautiful and wealthy picture, full of the fairy tale beauty of a wealthy family.
If such a photo is put on the Internet or in newspapers, I don't know how many screams it caused by those admirers of Yuan Xun.
I don't know how many women envy her position, envy her for having a rich and handsome husband, envy her for having a handsome and talented son, but only she understands that she is on pins and needles every day.
Sighing, she barely pulled out a smile, pretended to be a happy wife, and walked into the fairy tale world of the father and son, and came to the white and neat dining table.
She was a cautious person, so she chose the farthest position from Harahoon.
Yuan Xun, who didn't squint, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at her.
Looking at each other, Tong Yao couldn't understand the meaning of Yuan Xun's deep gaze, but he couldn't help but fight a cold war.
She was afraid of his eyes, which reminded her of something unpleasant.
Yuan Xun raised his hand, but motioned for her to come closer.
Tong Yao couldn't help it, hung her head, and sat next to Yuan Xun.
When she was closer to Wonxun, she could feel the strong magnetic field from Wonxun's body, which made her very uncomfortable, as if that magnetic force would affect the beating of her heart and hinder the normal flow of blood throughout her body.
It was an appetizing breakfast, and she didn't know how to eat it.
At this time, Yuan Xun's hand holding the fork beside him suddenly got very close to her.
She was startled, and her body shuddered involuntarily.
Yuan Xun was slightly stunned, and his deep eyes looked at her quietly.
She pulled out a laugh, shook her head, and whispered, "I'm fine." ” Her voice was small, she bit her lip slightly, and lowered her head like a little girl who had done something wrong.
And in the process, his son, Hara, the angelic being of mythology, lowered his slender eyelashes, focused on the breakfast in front of him from beginning to end, with slices of wholemeal bread, slices of grilled meat, and vegetable salad.
I didn't even look at the parents.
Yuan Xun looked at Tong Yao for a while, but in the end he just smiled and said softly: "You have not been in good health recently, you should eat more." ” As he spoke, he placed the warm milk in her hand, and placed the vegetable salad and slices of roast meat, as well as her favorite omelette, on her plate, and motioned for her to eat.
Finally survived breakfast time, Yuan Xun was going to work, and Yuan Xiu was also going to kindergarten, so Tong Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After calmly and expressionlessly sending off the father and son, she quickly ran upstairs to her room, quietly lifted the corner of the beige curtain, and peeked at the scene in the garden downstairs.
I saw that next to the lawn downstairs, Song Qingshu, the fashionable and elegant and beautiful female secretary in a Chanel suit, was already waiting there early.
She has been with Won Hoon for many years, as if she has always accurately predicted Won Hoon's next move, and has made all preparations for it.
Sure enough, after the female secretary Song Qingshu looked down at the time, Yuan Xun and Yuan Xiu appeared.
Song Qingshu stepped forward to say hello, smiled at Yuan Xiu, and then accompanied the father and son into the extended car.
After the car drove out of the gate of the original home, it quickly turned into a small dot on the winding mountain road, and finally disappeared from Tong Yao's field of vision.
Tong Yao was stunned, and dug out the entertainment magazine she had secretly hidden the day before from a cabinet.
This is what she accidentally saw last night, which introduced Yuan Xun's recent peach news at a large length, and behind the news, there are all kinds of romances in Yuan Xun's history.
In fact, she knows, and knows that her husband, who looks almost perfect, is looking for flowers and willows outside, and there are many scandals.
But it didn't matter, and she didn't care.
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Compared to these, she actually cared more about it, and it was better for him not to go home for dinner at night Of course, soon the matter of eating will no longer matter.
Because tomorrow, she will be born again.
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