My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

At that time, Feng Lanchu and Jiang Anzhi didn't know that Director Zhao had no love in his life.

Busy, busy, it was the day when Jiang Che came out to let the wind go.

In order to see her son, Feng Lanchu and Jiang Anzhi went to the martial arts gym early in the morning.

at this time. The disciples of the inner sect were eating breakfast just after finishing their morning work.

The couple walked in quietly and saw Jiang Che eating breakfast surrounded by a group of senior brothers.

This one was handing Jiang Che soy milk, that one was breaking fried dough sticks for Jiang Che, and someone was helping Jiang Che cool the white porridge.

In short, it's like the little prince eating in the imperial dining room, surrounded by a lot of little eunuchs.

Feng Lanchu stared at Jiang Anzhi silently with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Didn't it mean that the corporate culture of Wuguan is thrifty, independent and self-improvement?"

What happened to this strong wind of pleasure?

Jiang Anzhi nodded numbly.

"That was the case back then."

Back then, when he first arrived, he didn't do everything by himself.

"Then this is?"

Feng Lanchu silently pointed to the scene of the crime.

Jiang Anzhi rubbed his temple weakly: "Maybe times have changed."

"However, Muyun is more reliable. He has always been against arrangmentism. When he comes over, he will definitely curb this unhealthy trend."

Jiang Anzhi replied firmly.

After all, he had seen too many princes come to the summer camp to experience the fun of kung fu, and all kinds of housekeepers and aunts brought them to the boxing gym, only to be blasted away by Mu Yun's cynicism.

Just as he was talking, he saw a kind-faced Mu Yun walking over from the cafeteria window with a small bowl of food.

"Just watch." Jiang Anzhi raised his jaw confidently.

When Feng Lan first heard the words, she turned her head and continued to look.

I saw Mu Yun sitting next to Jiang Che with the small porcelain bowl, and said to him with a smile, "Fishing, this is the mustard you asked for, and the elder brother brought it for you."

What?

Feng Lanchu looked at Jiang Anzhi suspiciously.

Jiang Anzhi: "..."

In the cafeteria, Young Master Jiang smiled and put someone's mobile phone on the table, and picked up a spoon to eat comfortably.

Feng Lanchu stepped on her feet and took a look, only to see that there seemed to be a game playing on the phone.

The two walked in with messy looks on their faces.

Jiang Che was having breakfast, when he looked up and saw his parents, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and waved his paws.

"Mom and Dad, you are here."

Seeing Young Master Jiang eating, drinking, and sleeping well here, Feng Lanchu was really happy.

Fortunately, she was still worried at home whether Jiang Che would not get used to training hard, eating and living. After all, it was the first time for Jiang Che to live independently away from home.

But now that she saw Young Master Jiang, who was surrounded by stars, she felt that there was nothing to worry about.

Mu Yun, who had known for a long time that the couple would come, looked at them with a calm smile.

"Have you eaten, do you want some more?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, it used the tone of a declarative sentence. Jiang Anzhi nodded directly, "Two bowls of soy milk."

Mu Yun glanced at him disapprovingly: "It's not that you don't have long hands and feet, you can do it yourself. Remember to make a copy for your wife."

Jiang Anzhi: "..."

It felt like being treated differently for the first time in my life.

However, Jiang Anzhi didn't really plan to have someone serve him, so he went to make soy milk with ease.

Before going out, Anzhi made up his mind to come to the martial arts hall for breakfast.

Feng Lan first took a sip of the soy milk that An Zhi praised all the way, it was really fragrant and delicious, sweeter and more delicious than any bowl of soy milk she had ever had.

Seeing Feng Lan's early drinking, Mu Yun said with a smile, "This is the beans that the old man planted himself in Shiwanda Mountain. There is no pollution or pollution. It is a real organic food."