My Killing President

Chapter 252 Childish 3

When Alistair thought about that, the man was just frustrated but he didn't want to show it. He simply

chuckled, “Then I’m afraid president Song might be spending quite some time thinking in the future

now. My ex-wife is quite the difficult woman!”

Whenever the man mentioned the word ‘ex-wife’, Song Jing would be agitated.

“Rest assured. It is president Mu’s loss for not appreciating her. I will make sure not to repeat your

mistake!” Song Jing returned the serving.

The two men glared at each other and none of them backed down.

After that, Annabelle walked out from her room and saw the two. She pretended to not notice their

feud.

“Song Jing, you should stay for dinner!” Annabelle said.

Annabelle had completely given up and she decided not to care anymore. Just let the men go wild.

But to Annabelle’s surprise, the men did go wild.

“Sure!” Song Jing agreed right away.

Alistair stared at her by the side and gritted his teeth. The woman must be doing that on purpose!

But now that she made the offer, what else could he say?

At that time, Annabelle walked back into the kitchen and Song Jing called out from behind her, “Let me

help!”

After hearing Song Jing, Annabelle was a little surprised, “Do you know how to cook?!”

Annabelle had known Song Jing for such a long time but she had never known that the man could

cook.

Song Jing simply chuckled, “I don’t mind to learn!” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

After hearing Song Jing's reply, Annabelle nodded in agreement. The two stood in the kitchen and had

a jolly time cooking. Alistair stood behind them and stared at their backs. All of a sudden, he felt that he

was an extra leg.

Especially the moment when he saw them having so much fun chatting and cooking together, the two

even looked like a perfect match!

Song Jing could just do everything for Annabelle!

When Alistair thought about that, he was simmering in anger.

At that time, he turned around and walked to the living room.

The kitchen was directly opposite to the living room. Alistair walked to the couch and sat himself down.

So they like cooking? Just let them be then!

He would enjoy their work like a boss!

Relax and enjoy!

When he thought about that, he sat down and turned on the TV. The man crossed his legs and

switched channels from channels with the remote. But all his attentiveness wasn’t on the television.

He was glancing at the kitchen from time to time.

When he saw them having fun and laughing about in the kitchen, Alistair was boiling in rage!

The man looked around the living room and the moment he saw the thing on the coffee table, he had

an idea and his lips curled up.

At that time, he reclined lazily on the couch and stretched out his long legs towards the coffee table.

*Clink*

The glass cup on the coffee table fell to the floor and smashed to pieces.

“Oh dear, the cup is smashed!” Alistair called out loudly intending for Annabelle to hear him.

Annabelle and Song Jing was surprised hearing him and they looked back, “What happened?”

“I accidentally broke the cup!” Alistair said indifferently.

Annabelle stared at him and said, “President Mu, then I shall trouble you to clean up the mess!”

Him cleaning up the mess?

Alistair almost thought he heard her wrongly.

“Me? Cleaning up the mess? Annabelle, did I hear you wrongly?”

“No you didn’t heard me wrongly.” Annabelle answered. She was an open-minded person and she

always answers straightforwardly.

Alistair’s face twitched a little.

Annabelle!!!

“I don’t know how!” Alistair said.

“You don’t know?!” When Annabelle heard him, her eyebrows knitted closely and she wanted to ask

back: then what do you know?

But in order to not offend the man, Annabelle decided to swallow her words.

“There’s no need for two persons to cook there. Annabelle, come and clean up!” Alistair instructed. As

if he was the owner of the place.