C9 (2/2)

”Oh my god, the organization sent you, an old partner, to be my husband. Why are they sending their sons out too?” Su Wangzheng's eyes widened. She had already felt it strange when Cheng Chen had called Zhao Musheng her father. It was obvious that Cheng only recognized her as a relative.

”You have to get used to this zither music. It's a blessing to have a son like me. ” Zhao Chen saw Su Wangzheng's dejected look and comforted her with a pat on her shoulder.

”It's also a blessing to have a husband like me.” By his side, Zhao Musheng nodded his head in agreement.

”Then I really am blessed.” Su Wangzheng looked at the father and son pair who had reached an agreement so quickly, and said in a defeated manner.

”Hey, Cheng, it seems like Su Wangzheng doesn't like us.” Zhao Musheng looked pitifully at Zhao Chen.

”Well, yes.” Zhao Chen nodded seriously, then said, ”Then let's go to my room to eat cheese. You're not going to cook tonight.”

”That's a good idea.” As he spoke, he followed Zhao Chen to the bedroom at the side.

”Ah?” Not cook? ”Then what should I do?” Su Wangzheng seemed to have finally reacted as she exclaimed in shock. No one was perfect, although Su Wangzheng was good at many things, such as singing, show shows, dressing, shooting, fighting, and capturing criminals. However, she didn't know how to cook. Every time, either they set the kitchen on fire, or they played with the fire. Therefore, Zhao Musheng didn't need her to do anything.

As a result, Su Wangzheng was too used to being unable to cook anything.

Sigh, it doesn't seem like a good idea to get used to it.

But what am I going to do tonight? Su Wangzheng ran towards her bedroom with her head down. ”Zhao Musheng, Cheng, I was wrong …”