Chapter 14
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Yesterday, he thought that Mr. Nian was going to raise Ms. Luo's food to the level of beef noodles because of his conscience.
It turned out that he had been thinking too much.
"Eh … Mr. Nian, I don't think Xiaosi can eat beef noodles," Steward Wu reminded Xiaosi kindly when he saw that Xiaosi didn't even look at the beef noodles. "And it looks quite spicy …"
"Are all our dogs so pampered?" Nian Junting suddenly stared at Xiaosi with a dark look in his eyes.
Under Nian Junting's abuse, Xiaosi painfully lowered his head to eat the beef noodles. Because it was too spicy, he soon started howling.
Luo Sang couldn't help but feel pity for the dog.
Being Nian Junting's carer was miserable, but being his friend and dog was even more miserable.
At that moment, the sound of a car was heard from outside the courtyard. Soon, a series of high-heeled footsteps could be heard.
Luo Sang turned and saw a beautiful woman walk in. She seemed to be in her thirties or forties, with an oval face and arched eyebrows. She was wearing a black windbreaker and a long white skirt, and her well-maintained black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked elegant and graceful.
"Why are you here?" Nian Junting's handsome face dropped as soon as he saw her.
"As your mother, I'm here to see if you're feeling better. Look at your attitude." The woman put a small black gift bag on the couch, then walked into the dining room.
Luo Sang paused briefly. The woman looked so young that she thought she was Nian Junting's sister. But it turned out that she was Murong Cheng, the CEO of Zhong Zhou Group. She was a woman, but she had the aura of a strong and powerful woman, which made people fear her.
"You care about me, and yet you're in the mood to dress up like this?" Nian Junting didn't even try to hide his disdain. "What kind of mother are you?"
"You're not disabled for the rest of your life. As a man, you can't even take a little setback like this. It's fine if you throw tantrums every day, but do you want me, your mother, to wash my face with tears every day?" Murong Cheng sneered and said, "Of course, I want to look prettier while I'm still pretty. I need to find my second love."
Nian Junting pressed his thin lips together, then turned his eyes away with a complicated look in his eyes.
Luo Sang lowered her head and munched on her steamed bun, pretending that she didn't hear the breaking news. It turned out that Nian Junting's parents didn't get along.
"Ah, are you crazy? You actually let Little Four eat such spicy noodles." Murong Cheng finally noticed the pitiful Little Four and walked over to pull him down from the chair.
Xiao Si raised his oily mouth, his eyes watering from the spiciness.
Murong Cheng looked at Luo Sang, paused briefly, then frowned and said, "Is this your new carer? Dogs eat beef noodles, while carers eat steamed buns. Tingting, do you want me to hire a psychiatrist for you? Although it's uncomfortable to be in a wheelchair every day, you can't vent your anger on others, can you?"
"It's none of your business," said Nian Junting coldly.
"You …" Murong Cheng glared at him, then smiled apologetically at Luo Sang and said, "I'm so sorry. My son doesn't know any better. It's my fault for not educating him well. Being a carer is a tiring job. In the future, if you want to eat anything, just tell me. By the way, I heard that your salary is only a thousand a day, right? That's too little.
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