The husband of the richest man who is beautiful and miserable is a love brain

The life of the wealthy Kuotai is ordinary. He sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day. There are three chefs in his family.

There is a starry sky movie theater at home, so you can spend any two hours in the afternoon, and the maid will bring you fruit tea from time to time
In the evening, when my husband who has been exhausted outside comes back, don’t give him any good looks. Our temper and status must be clearly defined. You have to look at people with squinted eyes, three points indifferent, three points displeased kind!
Throwing chopsticks after eating two bites, don't care about his face and mood, go to the massage room to wait, call a technician to come to the door, come as you please!
Lu Yanchen followed Fang Yue who was serving fruit into the spa room. The massage therapist stopped and was about to call someone, but was interrupted by Lu Yanchen's gesture of putting his index finger on his lips——

The technician pursed his lips obediently, completely unaware that he showed a shy appearance like a little girl.

Lu Yanchen's eyes were fixed on Xu Xiang who was lying on the bed.

He unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and after exposing his arms, he squeezed some essential oil on his hands and began to use them——

At the same time, he did not forget to wink at Fang Yue.

Fang Yue froze.

Um.
Holding the fruit plate in one hand, Fang Yue squatted in front of Xu Xiang, fed a small apple with a fork and brought it to Xu Xiang's mouth——

Xu wanted to open his mouth and bite down.

After feeding several yuan in succession, Fang Yue looked up at Lu Yanchen again, and saw that his brows were frowning, obviously he didn't want her to feed Xu Xiang some fruit.

Is that drinking water?
Fang Yue pointed to the warm tea next to her, and looked at Lu Yanchen with a questioning expression.

Lu Yanchen's face was indescribably ugly.

Fang Yue frowned into a small character, not to mention how flustered and wronged she was.

Not everyone can read your eyes like Uncle Qin, hey!
Lu Yanchen could only hook his fingers, motioning for her to come closer.

Fang Yue hesitated for two seconds, but still stepped forward, letting Lu Yanchen approach her, and whispered something in her ear, almost breathless.

Fang Yue couldn't hold back at all, blushed, continued to squat in front of Xu Xiang, and asked nervously:

"Miss, are you still angry with Mr. Lu?"

Xu Xiang closed his eyes and lazily replied: "Otherwise, he locked me up, pointed at me and smiled at him, and acted as a good wife and mother in the cage?"

Fang Yue glanced at Lu Yanchen, then asked, "Then how long are you going to be angry?"

"I'll be angry for as long as he locks me up."

Fang Yue faltered: "Then Mr. Lu may have misunderstood something, why don't you explain it to him, it's good that the two of you can explain things clearly."

Xu Xiang was stubborn and angry: "What am I explaining, why don't you tell him to be honest and admit that he is jealous, I can still coax him"

He didn't come to ask, but she hurriedly leaned forward to explain, so she didn't do it!
Fang Yue stared at Lu Yanchen's ugly face:

"Mr. Erlu may be more reserved."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Xiang interrupted impatiently: "He is reserved with a hammer, he just wants to save face, he has to put it on hold, and engage in his set of self-importance. He just looks at others and others have to do what he wants."

Fang Yue: "."

What else can she say!

If she wasn't here, she would have raised her hands in agreement!
but--

Fang Yue carefully looked at Lu Yanchen's frighteningly cold face, swallowed her saliva, and secretly waved her hand to Xu Xiang, signaling her to stop talking.

After all, something must have happened.

Xu Xiang is not stupid, she can't even feel the woman's hand and the man's hand.

She pretended not to know, and ordered: "Press harder, press hard, and I will give you more tips later."

Lu Yanchen gave the female technician a look, she waited for a while, and then followed what Xu wanted to say, and said thank you sweetly.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yanchen signaled with another look, telling them both to go out——

Fang Yue got up first and left with the technician.

As soon as the two went out, the female technician stuck to Fang Yue: "Hey, did they quarrel?"

Fang Yue's expression changed from being a nervous servant to indifference, and her tone clearly contained a hint of warning:

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't talk nonsense when you go out, go to Steward Tian to settle the money!"

Female Technician: "."

It's just a maid, what are you arrogant about!

Lu Yanchen has never learned massage, but he just added a little bit of strength, and with the smoothness of essential oils, he walked freely on Xu Xiang's beautiful back——

I used to be too thin, with slightly convex shoulder blades, obvious bone line in the lumbar spine, slender waist, and sunken waist fossa, which is the kind of thin and skinny beauty.

Now that she has gained a little weight, coupled with the recent exercise, the skin of her shoulders and back muscles feels completely different. There is no fat on the waist and limbs, the lines are smooth, and the lumbar spine is submerged in the upturned buttocks.
He loved her view from neck to tailbone.

The gentleman's skin has not been maintained for 2 minutes, and the beast inside can't help showing its original shape.

Xu wanted to feel the towel on his buttocks being lifted off.

Turning around, Lu Yanchen was kissing the spot where she didn't rub the essential oil
It was past three o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Xu wanted to soak in the bathtub, but he felt sore and limp all over, and there was nothing wrong with it.

It's not that men are half-body beasts in matters of love, they go to the battlefield without a brain, and they will say yes to anything.
Ah.

It is irresponsible to speak on the Internet, and you can't talk nonsense!

Send it up as a small dessert to eat and wipe it off, you will be tossed to death!
No matter how good her little calculations are, she is not as good as Lu Yanchen, and she said 'see your performance', and she was directly manipulated to death.

What a dog!
Does she look like the kind of person who sells her looks over and over again?
After she finished swearing and washing, Fang Yue blushed and was making the bed outside.
Seeing Xu who was wrapped in a bath towel want to come out, Fang Yue hugged the sheet in her arms and tightened it a little bit shyly:
"Miss Xu, are you hungry, do you want the kitchen to make you something to eat first?"

"No, I'll go to the refrigerator to have a look and put some stuff first."

Xu Xiang changed into pajamas and left the room.

Fang Yue changed the bed sheet and quilt cover with new ones, carried the replaced sheet and went to the laundry room.

When the bed sheets in the master bedroom are fine, they are basically changed every three days. This set of quilts was only changed this morning, and there is still a little fragrance, and
The bed was in such a mess, one can imagine how fierce it was last night.
When she returned to the room to clean it, she happened to see her colleague Zhang Chunni coming out of the room——

"Nini?" Fang Yue called her.

She is in charge of Xu Xiang's daily life, the master bedroom is naturally also the area she cleans, and Nini is in charge of other rooms on the third floor
Zhang Chunni was obviously a little nervous, but she quickly calmed down and said hello to Fang Yue: "I was just about to go out to get tools and come back to help you clean!"

Fang Yue said politely, "No need, there's not much work to do."

Although the bedroom is large, it will take no more than four hours to clean up the whole house meticulously, not to mention that it is usually just cleaning and cleaning. After a simple tidying up, spending half an hour a day with a salary of [-] yuan, and then In addition, Ms. Xu is not a troublesome master, she is already very satisfied and grateful!

Zhang Chunni: "Oh good, then you can be busy, I won't bother you anymore"

Fang Yue watched Zhang Chunni go away, feeling a little weird.

She won't steal anything, will she?
Fang Yue hurried back to the room, checked all the jewelry and other valuables that Xu Xiang casually put on the table and in the drawer, and made sure that there was nothing missing, so she felt relieved.
In fact, what Zhang Chunni stole was not jewelry at all.

In the evening, when Fang Yue deliberately wanted to pay attention to Zhang Chunni, she couldn't see her anymore.

She went to Steward Tian to ask.

Butler Tian said that she had resigned and returned home.

"When did you resign?" Fang Yue was surprised.

Butler Tian said indifferently: "Two hours ago."

Fang Yue: "."

Isn't that just after coming out of the master bedroom?
"Why? Isn't it necessary to resign one month in advance?"

Butler Tian: "Don't rush to leave her salary this month, it should be something urgent at home"

"."

The more she thought about it, the more she felt wrong.

She told Butler Tian that Zhang Chunni had entered the master bedroom and panicked after being caught by her, but she checked the valuables in the room immediately and found nothing missing.

She wondered if Zhang Chunni needed money because of an emergency at home, and she was afraid of being discovered by the theft, so she prepared imitations or something to replace Miss Xu's jewelry.
Tian Butler frowned, thinking it made sense: "I'll check it out first."

Fang Yue also felt that her conjecture was very possible, but she was a little conflicted:

"If it's really what I said, Steward Tian, ​​can you ask the reason clearly, what's wrong with her house, can you stop calling the police?"

She and Zhang Chunni usually had a good chat, if she hadn't been able to verify the authenticity of those jewels, she wouldn't have reported it to Steward Tian.

Butler Tian agreed.

It's also very humane to establish her.

As for management, both hard and soft are used, not only to be majestic, so that the people below respect you and fear you, but also to be soft, so that the employees can thank you and think of you.
Fang Yue felt relieved and left, and Steward Tian called Steward Qin directly.

After all, she never received Zhang Chunni's resignation application at all, and she never saw her again, let alone contact her.
. . .

Butler Qin's room is located on the second floor. There is an invisible door behind the bedside table. There is not much space behind the door. There is a single bed against the wall, a desk, a bookshelf, and several safes embedded in the other wall. .
There is a person sitting at the desk.

A white and thin man with dimpled cheeks who looked sick.

He has stayed in this room, this villa for four years.

Uncle Qin will bring food and drink.

If he goes out, he will prepare some fruits and meals in advance and put them in the room. If it takes longer, he will ask the servant to deliver some food to the room.
Uncle Qin is getting old now, he has enough energy and wants to take care of everything, but he is really too busy, so he usually doesn't follow Lu Yanchen to the company during the day, busy with his domestic work.
This man's main job is to help him use information technology. After all, he is old and can't keep up with many new things.

Recently, he has added another job, which is to monitor Xu Xiang in real time and pay attention to whether there is any abnormality in the whole villa.

Of course, the monitoring of the bathroom is on Lu Yanchen's mobile phone alone.

When the two are intimate, Lu Yanchen's mobile phone can control the authority to close.

After Lu Yanchen leaves, Uncle Qin will send a message to remind or ask for instructions to turn it on.

Originally, I wanted to guard against Xu Xiang's tricks, but I didn't expect a maid to secretly take BYT from the trash can.
It was clear at a glance what the maid was thinking.

Uncle Qin put aside the newly bought canvas and paints, and asked: "Sang You is coming back tonight, do you want to invite him to sit?"

The man lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded, and then handed the oil painting on the bed to Uncle Qin, gesturing with both hands, hoping that he could help him frame the painting, which he wanted to give to Sangyou
Uncle Qin took it, looked at the distorted pattern on the painting, and nodded in response.

Immediately afterwards, he helped the man change the bed sheet with a new one, and helped him tidy up the messy domestic garbage himself.

The whiteness on his temples and the dullness of his work made him lose the sternness and majesty he had in front of his subordinates, and he looked more like an ordinary old father.
night.

Uncle Qin brought Sangyou to the door, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Sangyou didn't have a good face, "Instead of asking me, you might as well burn a few sticks of high incense for the Buddha, repent more of the evil things you did, and do more good deeds. people accumulate blessings"

He is an atheist and does not believe in Jesus or Buddha.

But I believe that committing a crime is unforgivable, and sooner or later there will be retribution.

Although he is not a good person, he is also prepared for a terrible death.
Uncle Qin lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Two hours later, Sangyou posted a painting on his circle of friends, with the accompanying text saying that Jin Jin enjoys the lonely light in the dark.

Thank you for the birthday present from my friend.

Less than 10 minutes after it was posted, it received a lot of likes and comments.

Several of them discussed this painting without the author's signature in the comment area:
A: Which master's painting is this?
B: This style seems to be Angie's style?
A: Really?

C: Angeni's last pair was auctioned for 1.2. If this pair is really Angeni's private work, doesn't it mean that she gave away [-] million directly?

B: No matter which master wrote it, Dr. Sang, I suggest asking the author to sign it.

Song Chen looked at it as if he didn't see it.

At first glance, I was wondering if he wanted to give me something.

The comment area is so messed up, he will send a Jill!

He went to look up the Angie they were talking about, and he had no doubts about whether Sangyou knew her. Although the circles were different, one was a medical genius and the other was a painting genius. They were both on the same level.

If this painting is really worth [-] million yuan, all he can say is happy birthday.

After all, he is a 'mom boy', and he has handed over his salary and money to his mother, so he won't have much money to break with those rich people!

It doesn't matter if he didn't see it, a certain person has a thick skin, and after chasing the private message box, he asked:
[Sangyou: My birthday is two days away, so you still have some time to prepare. ]
[Song Chen: How about showing some face? Whoever celebrates birthdays chases dignitaries for gifts! ]
[Sangyou: There is no way, a crying child has milk to drink. ]
[Song Chen: I'm a man, you cry to death and there's no milk for you. ]
[Sangyu:.]