THE NAIVE BOSS

CHAPTER 173

Who told you to cook, didn't I tell you to stay home and rest?”

Jasmine Tong was preparing to give Albert Ou's recommendation for the dish today, but it was now rather cold.

"That I just"

"What only? Rest up. Take a good rest.

“I have just fried the cooking, all the preparations have been done by Aunt Fang, don't believe me asked Aunt Fang” Jasmine Tong's voice softened.

“Yes, yes, sir, I prepared this washing and enumeration and all that, Mom thinks that sir has been working too hard for a while, so she wants to cook something nice for Sir himself, Madam is just the head of the spoon, she is not tired. "

Hearing this, Albert Ou's face finally eased up a little.

In the end, she only cooked for him.

"Thank you,"

"Good."

“OK, don't do that again, let's eat.”

To Jasmine Tong, who was still recuperating, Albert Ou did not want to overly reprimand her.

Jasmine Tong immediately sat down next to Albert Ou.

“You like the lighter ones, don't you? I've made some adjustments. Feel it. Is that good? ”

Saying that, Jasmine Tong immediately fed Albert Ou.

Aunt Fong waved her hand at Jasmine Tong, but she was not allowed to eat her food.

Albert Ou hated physical contact with others, even indirect contact especially since this was something that entered his mouth.

Jasmine Tong did not understand what Aunt Fang's waving hand meant.

Just to see Albert Ou directly pick up his chopsticks and eat the food Jasmine Tong put into her mouth, Aunt Fang looked dumbfounded.

“Is it good? I haven't been cooking too long, I feel it's degraded. "

“Enak, as usual.”

"Yes?"

Hearing the praise, Jasmine Tong immediately beamed happily, "Then you eat more."

"Good."

The food was fun and they both got along well.

Aunt Fang was gradually relieved, if this miscarriage event could improve the relationship between the two of them, then what good?

Albert Ou noticed that Jasmine Tong was very bored at home, so he did not stop her from cooking, but he also made an appointment with her, as well, and Aunt Fang and the Pear Flower did all the tedious prep work, so she was only responsible for cooking.

During this period of time, Jasmine Tong basically cooked food for Albert Ou every day, and also learned some skills from Aunt Fang, and her cooking skills were increasing.

In just a few days, the sound of the blossoming of the flower had broken two billion.

Jasmine Tong had received all sorts of warnings in the morning, she promised to post a full nude photo in front of Mo Yiang if she breached 2 billion.

“Mandy, where's my husband's naked photo? Don't break your promise. "

“Mandy, you are very beautiful, you cannot keep your promise.”

And there was action on Mo Yiang's side from the start, the half-naked photo showing her strong muscles.

"Ck, ck, ck, Black Earth has a nice little body,"

But where will he find the nude photos?

Albert Ou was in the bathroom brushing and washing his teeth, and Jasmine Tong walked in her pajamas.

“That, the film broke two billion, we were not promised”

"Pick yourself from the drawers in the workspace." Albert Ou replied vaguely as he brushed his teeth.

Jasmine Tong immediately went to the study and opened the drawer, where there was a photo album.

"Wow, man,"

While opening the album, Jasmine Tong felt like a new world had opened up.

It was a picture of Mo Yi-Ang as a child.

That's a good move.

No need to be full frontal nude. This could be a childhood photo.

One hundred days Moichion's bare little ass, grinning with a toothless mouth.

This Mo Family is quite desperate, why is Mo Yiang not dressed every time we photograph her?

However, Jasmine Tong also lamented that Mo Yiang was really handsome from childhood to the great ah, and her steps became even more handsome.

Jasmine Tong immediately selected nine photos and compiled a grid of nine images to post online.

“Honey, this is the picture you want. Take whatever you like, and don't be ashamed. ”

He also mentioned about Mo Yiang.

The reason, many people were staring at Weibo, waiting for Jasmine Tong to post his Weibo, including Mo Yiang.

As soon as the microblogging came out, it exploded.

“How can Little Wakkaa be so cute.”

“Dewy, dewy, dewy, all dewy, like a! Ss.”

“Keep everything. Don't take anyone from me. That's my husband. "

It seems his comments went viral.

Mo Yiang, who saw the tweet, was almost out of breath.

There were also some friends in Mo Yiang's circle who forwarded comments.

“One-Ang looks mighty and majestic.”

“Little Oneon is very cute.”

Mo Yiang's phone directly hit Jasmine Tong's phone, of course, Jasmine Tong knew what she was going to say, not answering.

Tweets were sent immediately after that.

“Jasmine Tong, remove the photo or I will come to your house to fix you.”

“Don't just delete it, home of your brother-in-law, you can come if you want.”

Mo Yiang gasped.

He called home.

"Oh, son, when do you remember to call Mom?"

“Bu, has my Junior Uncle been home lately?”

“No, but he sent his secretary to ask for some photos of you as a child for an event, and I was too troublesome to give him an album.”

"I gave him everything, mom, did I charge him?"

Mo Yiang hung up the phone, her heart breaking like a knife.

So his own mother betrayed him.

Mo Yiang's full frontal nude photo shoot simmered on Twitter for almost a week before winding down, but many of her fans now have photos of her as a child.

And all naked.

I'm afraid Mo Yiang, who has a lot of idol baggage, won't be able to recover her energy in a short period of time.

But there's nothing he can do. He's his brother-in-law.

It turned around and half a month almost passed.

It was time for Jasmine Tong to return for a re-examination, the trauma on her body had basically healed, even the scars on her face were barely visible, even this trauma did not need to be re-examined.

Albert Ou did not know how to convince Jasmine Tong to go to the hospital for an examination at this time.

This afternoon, Jasmine Tong was wetting her feet, using a prescription given by an ancient Chinese medicine practitioner, she had bought a wooden barrel, which was said to be best suited for medicinal baths

The room was filled with the scent of Chinese medicine.

As Jasmine Tong soaked her feet, she played a game, and the game Albert Ou made for her was truly addictive.

Albert Ou came in, his brows furrowed.

"What's the matter is you don't think the cure smells, so I'll soak it in another room."

"No"

Albert Ou cleared his throat, as if he had made a great determination.

"Dark."

"Good,"