This pervert actually wanted to take advantage of her. Fang Jiangjiang was not someone to be trifled with. She raised her chin, and her aura was no less than Qi Ting's.
"I think it's better to forget it. Otherwise, if Guo Panfu finds out, who knows what kind of storm it will stir up. I'd better just be a good director and not get involved in anything."
"Don't you want to..." Qi Ting looked at Fang Jiangjiang's stubborn face and suddenly remembered what Phil said to him this morning.
I almost said what I was thinking.
"Don't want to?" Fang Jiangjiang was a little curious, but seeing Qi Ting's hesitant look, she had to give up.
Qi Ting looked at the woman in front of him with some disappointment. In the past few years, she had been abroad. Was it really like Fei said...
"Nothing." Turning his back, a cold voice came out of his mouth.
After saying that, he walked to the kitchen and started preparing dinner for Qi and others.
I have to say, Qi Ting, as a father, is quite caring. But what happened to this man today? Why is he so capricious?
She didn't do anything wrong.
"Wait, come here." Fang Jiangjiang waved to Qi Dengdeng, who was sitting on the sofa with the same arrogant look as his father, and spoke softly.
"What's the matter?" Although Qi Dengdeng didn't want to answer the woman, he still shrank down from the sofa, walked in front of her, and said somewhat unhappily.
Fang Jiangjiang wondered why this little brat was so cute. Sometimes he had a stern face that looked like he wanted to be ravaged, and sometimes he was extremely curious.
He leaned over and asked in Qi Dengdeng's ear: "Is your dad like this every day, so capricious?"
As he spoke, he looked at the househusband who was busy in the kitchen.
"When did my dad become so capricious? I think he's fine." Qi Dengdeng put his chubby little hand on his chin, pretending to think, and spoke lightly.
Not getting a satisfactory answer, Fang Jiangjiang continued to guide, "Do you think he's strange today? He stops talking mid-sentence, which makes you feel uneasy."
"No." Qi Dengdeng glanced at his dad secretly and answered seriously.
Fang Jiangjiang was helpless and said, "Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. I'd better go and explore it myself."
"Tsk, you may not even know as much as I do, and yet you blame me." Qi Dengdeng pouted her pink little face and looked at Fang Jiangjiang with some disgust.
Then, she walked in front of Qi Ting, tugged at his trouser legs, and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, what delicious food are you going to make today? It smells so good."
"Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs." Qi Ting scratched Qi Dengdeng's nose and said lovingly.
Fang Jiangjiang, who was standing not far away, looked at the happy father and son, and suddenly wondered why she was not spoiled like this when she was a child.
A hint of sadness appeared on the little face.
After a long time, the man walked up to her and said lightly: "Are you jealous?"
Being brought back to her senses by this sexy voice, she said awkwardly, "Why should I be jealous? Besides, isn't this kind of father-son relationship common in all families?"
"Hmph..." Qi Ting sneered, put the prepared dinner on the table, helped Qi Deng tie the dining cloth, and said again in a cold voice: "I don't keep idle people here. If you want to be respected here, you'd better do it yourself."
Fang Jiangjiang looked at the table and saw that all of her favorite dishes were on it. In addition, it had been a long time since their lunch.
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