Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband - Chapter 3

The recording and broadcasting of the interview lasted until 6 o’clock. Although Cheng Youran had been sitting on the sofa, but after sitting on the sofa for most of the afternoon, her waist was aching and Su Ruan sent her downstairs.

“Sister You Ran, I’m not in good shape today, don’t mind, I’m really not laughing at you.” Su Ruan’s tone sounded extremely sincere.

“It’s okay.”

Cheng Youran smiled at her. She saw Su Ruan for the first time today, and she would not deliberately show her face when she wanted to come to Su Ruan.

Su Ruan looked at Cheng Youran as he walked away, and a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. He was so stupid, what did Lu Zixiao think about her?

Cheng Youran walked out of the building holding a fur cape, and the driver waiting at the side opened the door for her. She habitually sat in the back row.

Before she sat down completely, she turned her head to put her bag and found that Lu Zixiao was also sitting in the car. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and typing English on the laptop keyboard.

“How did you come?”

Cheng Youran closed the car door, opened the phone, and skillfully made a mobile game with the highest praise rating.

“Why can’t I come?”

Lu Zixiao listened to Cheng Youran’s words, and felt that something was wrong as he listened. He took off his glasses and stared at Cheng Youran with slightly raised eyes: “Do you really want to see me?”

“Why do you think so?”

Cheng Youran shook his head resolutely, and looked at Lu Zixiao in disbelief. His eyes were so sincere that Lu Zixiao could not help but suspect that he had really misunderstood Cheng Youran.

However……

[Your wife’s mood has dropped to 60]

Lu Zixiao: I believe you a ghost.

“Take it.”

He threw a thick stack of documents to Cheng Youran, and continued to tap the keyboard.

“what is this.”

Cheng Youran’s hand sank immediately, and after weighing it, she estimated that there were thousands of pages.

“See it for yourself.” Lu Zixiao raised an eyebrow.

Cheng Youran opened the light blue cover in confusion—the first page read “Cheng Youran’s Five-Year Plan for Career Development” in Song Ti No. 3.

“How is it?” Lu Zixiao’s tone was a little careless, waiting for Cheng Youran’s admiration, which he discussed with a dozen senior executives for an afternoon.

Cheng Youran didn’t take it to heart at first, and leaned loosely on the back of the chair. Seeing the back, she couldn’t help but sit up straight, with a small face stretched like a bulging balloon, and she sighed every time she read a page.

-It’s purely scary.

Because it’s so abnormal.

The schedule of the plan is accurate to every hour. Can you believe that detailed tables are listed for when to eat and when to drink?

In the first year, he made 20 TV series and went to the film school for further studies. In the second year, he entered the film industry. In the third year, he won the TV series Grand Slam. In the fourth year, he won all domestic awards. In the fifth year, he entered Hollywood to expand international business.

“No time to rest?” Cheng Youran thought he had read it wrong, and then turned over the plan. After confirming that it was correct, he looked at Lu Zixiao in shock, the hair on his head being blown up by the wind.

“Isn’t work the best rest?”

Lu Zixiao’s handsome face revealed it for granted, and talked broadly: “When I was doing high-frequency trading in the United States back then, except for sleeping and eating, the rest of the time was staring at the computer screen…”

【warn! Your wife’s mood value is reduced to 40! 】

Lu Zixiao took a deep look at Cheng Youran, and said for a long while: “Your generation is really incomparable with ours.”

“You are five years older than me, thank you.”

Cheng Youran reminded.

Lu Zixiao:…

He told himself not to get angry and be patient, not to care about Cheng Youran, he closed his notebook: “Cheng Youran, what do you want to eat?”

Cheng Youran put down his thick development plan, looked up blankly, and looked at Lu Zixiao: “Don’t you go home?”

He wanted to return.

Lu Zixiao rolled up his sleeves to reveal a small sturdy forearm, and looked at Feilengcui’s watch. Cheng Youran, whose mood was only 40, was a…walking bomb in his eyes.

“I’ll take you to dinner first. Do you want to eat Cantonese, Japanese or French food? I know a chef who just came back from Hong Kong to cook molecular cuisine.”

“Then I want to eat barbecue!”

Cheng Youran sharply saw the steaming barbecue stall in front of the fork in the road. She immediately said, her face was full of happiness.

barbecue?

President Lu, who has lived for more than 30 years, said that he has never eaten such cheap things and does not intend to eat them. He frowned Yingting eyebrows: “Junk food, nitrosamines produced in the baking process. Carcinogenic, haven’t you studied biology in high school?”

Before he could veto it, there was a familiar mechanical sound in his mind.

【warn! Your wife’s mood value drops to 35! 】

Lu Zixiao’s temple jumped: “Stop, get off the car and buy it yourself.”

“do you want to eat?”

Cheng Youran put on a shawl and asked when he was about to get out of the car.

“do not want.”

Lu Zixiao sneered.

How could he eat this kind of thing.

After a while, Cheng Youran returned to the car with a bag full of barbecue. She satisfactorily took a bite of the roasted pork belly, and another bite of the charred leek. She was so happy, she felt unpleasant in an instant. I forgot about it.

Lu Zixiao watched her eating contentedly like a chipmunk, her eyelashes trembling like a flying butterfly. He didn’t know why, he was…hungry.

Cheng Youran did an interview for more than three hours and was too hungry. After a while, she ate the barbecue. She quickly found that she was not enough to eat, so she slowed down and ate with small bites.

In the end, only a skewer of barbecue was left.

Cheng Youran was about to bite down. Lu Zixiao, who was silent, suddenly spoke to her. He beckoned unceremoniously, “Give me a string.”

? ? !

Lu Zixiao’s outline was sharp, his eyes squinted slightly, and his eyes were too oppressive. Cheng Youran’s expression suddenly froze, struggling to say: “Just, just a bunch of…”

“so?”

Lu Zixiao said with a smile.

“And the nitrosamines produced during the roasting process are carcinogenic.” While holding the skewers, Cheng Youran quietly moved towards the window of the car, returning Lu Zixiao’s words back intact, “So you understand. of.”

“I do not understand.”

Relying on a master hand, Lu Zixiao stretched out his arms and grasped Cheng Youran’s slender wrist with one hand. Before Cheng Youran could react, he easily snatched the pork belly from her hand with the other hand.

【warn! Your wife’s mood value has dropped to 30]

Lu Zixiao’s throat tightened and he ate the barbecue blankly. He could see that he couldn’t even compare to a bunch of pork belly now.

Maybe in two days, he can’t even match a bunch of leeks.

Oh, woman.

He was so absorbed in thinking that he didn’t even notice the oil on his clothes.

Cheng Youran received a little comfort, leaning her elbows on the window to prop her head, and sighed slightly, what about the villain? When eating skewers, your clothes still have to be oily.

“Go to Tianhe Square.”

After eating, Lu Zixiao wiped his mouth gracefully with a paper towel, his manners were very good, as if what he had just eaten was not a skewer of roasted pork belly, but the cuisine of a top restaurant.

After instructing the driver, he turned his head to look at Cheng Youran, and said lightly: “When you get there, what do you want to buy?”

Cheng Youran was suffocated by the inhumanity of Lu Zixiao’s trench, and fell steadily with one elbow.

Tianhe Square is the most famous luxury plaza in China. Some people describe that coming out from there means spending a house in Beijing. Even the cabinet is full of big names, and ordinary people don’t dare to go.

[Your wife’s mood value has risen to 60]

“you sure?”

Cheng Youran rubbed her sore elbow and reconfirmed.

“Do you think there are things in Donghai City that I can’t afford?”

Lu Zixiao snorted with confidence and confidence in his voice.

“no!”

Cheng Youran looked at Lu Zixiao’s gaze blankly. He didn’t seem to be as indifferent and ruthless as the book later said. His hands were covered with blood. Everyone was afraid of him, and no one loved him.

-Cheng Youran couldn’t help feeling a little bit sad when he thought of the ending of his crippled legs.

She felt that she was a little stingy, and ashamed, she blushed and asked in a low voice: “After shopping, I will ask you to have a barbecue, okay?”

The man did not speak for a long time.

When Cheng Youran thought he was going to refuse for a long time, Lu Zixiao turned his face lightly and said hello unnaturally.

“However, Cheng Youran.” He suddenly reminded, “Don’t think that my taste is as low as yours, and I like to eat cheap junk food on the side of the road.”

Cheng Youran coughed and complimented: “Yes, yes, your old man even ordered a Michelin restaurant for work meals. It is your honor to ask you to eat at the roadside stall.”

Lu Zixiao’s handsome face has an expression that counts you.

Cheng Youran:…

…

Tianhe Square, Tower B.

“Mr. Liu, I’m embarrassed to cost you so much today.” Su Ruan wore sunglasses and held the hand of a man in his fifties. “Go to my bar for a drink in the evening.”

“Sake, not intoxicating.”

Mr. Liu touched Su Ruan’s hand knowingly, and when he was touched by the man’s wrinkled hand, Su Ruan’s body stiffened uncomfortably, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

After passing the chanel counter, she suddenly stopped and looked straight at a brown crocodile leather bag in the glass cabinet.

The clerk greeted them with insight: “Hello miss, this is a global limited edition, especially for you.”

“I bought it, how much is it.”

Mr. Liu took out the card.

“It’s not expensive, it’s only 800,000, which is quite a bargain.” The clerk smiled and walked to the bag. “Look, this pattern and pattern are worth 800,000.”

“Let’s look at others.”

Mr. Liu took back the card in silence. He casually pointed to a bag and walked over: “I think this is good, it suits you.”

Su Ruan was embarrassed to find a seam in the ground, but she had to respond to Mr. Liu and walked to him: “Let me look at other colors.”

“I hear you are in a bad mood?”

Mr. Liu asked.

Su Ruan quickly denied, pulling her hair behind her ears, and complaining a little bit: “I’m too tired from work, do you know Cheng Youran?”

“I know, Lu Zixiao’s wife, what’s wrong with her?”

President Liu nodded.

“Don’t you know, she…”

At this moment, Lu Zixiao stepped in with Cheng Youran…