My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 303: Did You Grow Up Drinking Sanlu Milk Powder?

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Did You Grow Up Drinking Sanlu Milk Powder?

This guy is definitely doing it on purpose, he must be. Ever since he arrived at Yunlan Villa, this CEO hasn’t had a moment’s peace.

She waved her hand, dispelling the messy thoughts, and said softly, "My cousin, he grew up in the United States and greatly admires Western thinking, and he has that kind of intention towards me."

"What kind of intention?" Xiao Zheng was very sensitive to this kind of question. Could it be that this Song Xiaoji dares to covet Laozi’s dear wife—Leng Ruobing?

"Let me be clear, he’s come back this time with ulterior motives, hoping to get engaged to me." Leng Ruobing fixed her gaze on Xiao Zheng’s eyes, trying to see what his attitude really was.

Wow, he really does have designs on our wife, and he’s not lacking in nerve.

Xiao Zheng indeed got angry, glaring at Leng Ruobing’s eyes and said emphatically, "You are my wife, and I will not allow anyone to touch you."

"Touch your soul! I have no such feelings for him, but..." Leng Ruobing was very pleased with Xiao Zheng’s reaction, feeling a vague affection stirring in her heart.

At that time in Thailand, he saved my life, so resolutely. His serious demeanor was really handsome and very manly.

However, a contract marriage is a contract marriage. Once three months are over, we’ll part ways and go our separate ways.

On this point, there’s no room for negotiation!

Suddenly, Xiao Zheng suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "That’s right, close relatives can’t get married, you are cousins. If you marry, what about ethics? What about the law?"

"Ah! You startled me. This cousin and I are not blood-related, you know."

"Cousins, how can they not be blood-related?"

"Really!"

What the heck, giving Laozi a false alarm.

Xiao Zheng smirked, "Heh heh, this circle is really messy, I can’t understand it as a commoner!"

"Smack!"

Leng Ruobing slapped his arm hard and said indignantly, "What are you thinking? Song Xiaoji is adopted, now you understand, right?

And remember, you need to act seriously tomorrow, make it as real as possible, and let him give up for good."

"Yes, madam! Mission guaranteed!"

Xiao Zheng straightened up goofily, saluted, and looked ahead as if waiting for his leader’s orders.

"Hmm, not bad! You can go back and rest. Recharge your energy for a big day tomorrow!"

Leng Ruobing nodded in satisfaction, sat back down, and waved her hand at Xiao Zheng, signaling that he could leave.

However, Xiao Zheng didn’t leave. Instead, he picked up the milk on the table and gulped it down, even letting out a satisfied burp.

"Drinking a glass of my wife’s milk at night, indeed it multiplies my energy! I could battle till dawn without any problems."

"What nonsense are you talking!" Leng Ruobing’s eyebrows knitted in anger as she scolded him and looked at him coldly.

However, Xiao Zheng simply filtered out her piercing gaze, covering his stomach as he walked out, his voice drifting back.

"Your milk is quite nice, utterly refreshing!"

"You..." Leng Ruobing stamped her foot and after mentally killing Xiao Zheng countless times with her gaze, she sat down resentfully and continued reading her book.

...

The next morning around ten o’clock, East Suburb Airport.

As per the arranged time, Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing drove their BMW to the airport entrance.

The two entered the hall, waiting for the arrival of their cousin—Song Xiaoji.

Suddenly, a man in a sapphire blue suit and shiny shoes swaggered over, his hair combed impeccably, slick as if licked by a dog, making flies do splits at the sight.

He walked with a swaying gait, in a catwalk fashion, his body moving while his head stayed unmoving. Occasionally he would also gently stroke his hair, carrying a subtle "flirtatiousness."

Looking at him, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but think of a creature, that being a drag queen, with an overwhelming drag presence.

"He he, wife, look, a femme guy has arrived!"

"You mean the older cousin?" Leng Ruobing’s delicate eyebrows crinkled as she glared at him and spoke irritably.

"Pfft...."

Xiao Zheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold it in.

Damn, this cousin sure has style! Truly rivaling Britney Spears and totally outshining Madonna.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and go greet him!" Leng Ruobing actually took Xiao Zheng’s arm, walking over like a couple.

"Sure, honey!" Xiao Zheng was thrilled, feeling the rush of Leng Ruobing’s presence, almost giving him a nosebleed.

He sneakily glanced down and thought, damn, that’s grand scale! Compared to this, Chu Xiaoran’s are just budding.

Finally, the two approached Song Xiaoji, smiling at him.

Leng Ruobing cleared her throat, warmly saying, "Cousin, welcome back to the country!"

Xiao Zheng also greeted him ingratiatingly, "So you’re Cousin Xiaoji! Wow, you’re so handsome, outshining Fa Ge and hanging Huazi out to dry!"

"Oh, not at all, I just have good genes, can’t help being this beautiful!"

Song Xiaoji held a bag in each hand, talking in a sassy manner, his voice coquettish.

Damn, Xiao Zheng got goosebumps all over.

What in the world is this? Was there a software error at the factory?

Completely effeminate!

Leng Ruobing chuckled awkwardly, feeling nauseous but not showing it.

"Cousin, let’s go, let’s head home!"

"Hold on, hold on, I still have checked luggage, and I brought my beauty device."

Song Xiaoji, with bags slung over his arms, headed towards the baggage claim area to collect his luggage.

Xiao Zheng and Leng Ruobing followed, observing his swaying demeanor, resembling a begging little hen.

"Honey, was your cousin raised on Sanlu milk?"

"Keep your voice down, be careful he hears you!" Leng Ruobing quickly covered his mouth, her small hand warm and fragrant.

However, all this was seen by Song Xiaoji with a "glance-back smile."

His smile faded immediately, and with pinched fingers, he pointed at Xiao Zheng and sternly asked, "Who are you? Why are you so intimate with my Ruobing?"

Damn, since when did she become your Ruobing?

She’s clearly my darling wife, okay?

Xiao Zheng was bewildered for a moment but then wrapped his arm around Leng Ruobing’s waist and warmly introduced, "Cousin Xiaoji, I’m Ruobing’s boyfriend. Is there something wrong with being affectionate?"

"Ruobing, is he really your boyfriend?" Song Xiaoji asked doubtfully, eyeing Leng Ruobing suspiciously.

Leng Ruobing confidently leaned into Xiao Zheng, her face filled with happiness, "Cousin, we’re already living together. If nothing goes wrong, we plan to be together forever, grow old side by side."

"This!"

Hearing this, Song Xiaoji’s expression turned ashen, despondent as if bereaved, his face dark and terrible, on the verge of tears like a girl.

"Ruobing, we grew up together, childhood friends, don’t you understand my feelings?" he whimpered piteously.

Xiao Zheng was dumbfounded, damn, and now crying.

He quickly patted Song Xiaoji on the shoulder, consoling him, "Cousin Xiaoji, don’t cry, I hope you can bless us."

"Wuwuwu...."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoji cried even harder, with a mournful howl, occasionally pointing at Xiao Zheng with his slender fingers, looking like he’d been heartlessly abandoned by Xiao Zheng, full of deep resentment.