Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

Tong Mengqi nodded hurriedly, her eyes glued to the slender figure who was walking farther and farther, and she said dreamily, "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, that's right, Mr. Ye read your profile before coming back."

Tong Mengqi said in surprise, "You mean...he checked my profile on purpose."

"Yes, Miss Meng Qi, don't be surprised. This is a routine rule. Mr. Ye only wants to get to know you when he checks your profile, and has no other intentions."

Tong Mengqi's eyes lit up, and her little face flushed immediately, "I see, does he live here too? Will we live together in the future?"

Seeing the strange look in her eyes and the shy and excited expression on her face, the driver frowned slightly. . .

Did Miss Tong Mengqi misunderstand what he meant?

After thinking about it, he gave up explaining. There are too many women who admire Mr. Ye, and he can't handle these things.

"Yes, Miss Mengqi."

Tong Mengqi's eyes became brighter, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes, the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, seeing Ye Fan's figure disappear around the corner, and she ran to catch up.

"This girl, her temper hasn't changed at all. She always likes to play small temper. Alan, you go and tell her that I'm busy now and I don't have time to pick her up. Let her come in by herself."

After hearing the maid tell Tong Mengqi's request, Tong Caiwei shook her head, smiled, and busily picked up the shrimp in the pot.

"Yes, Miss Tong."

"By the way, you go and ask someone to come in and ask her to take out these dishes. Mr. Ye should be back soon, let someone set the tableware."

"Yes."

She turned around and counted, one, two, three, four, five. Except for the three big dishes carefully prepared by the chef, she made the rest of the small dishes by herself.

This time, she was more attentive than ever.

Before each dish was cooked, she tasted it first. Even if she was not as good as the chef, she still performed exceptionally well.

She lived in Lucifer's Manor for two months, so she knows a thing or two about what Ye Fan likes to eat.

The five dishes served tonight were all the dishes that Ye Fan used to use his chopsticks the most before.

It was the first time that she bothered to prepare dinner for a man, and seeing the result of her two hours of busy work, she clapped her hands, poured out the last soup, and took it out herself.

Slowly, the dishes on the table are very rich.

Zhang Ma stood watching and nodded calmly.

Although it is not satisfactory, as a woman that Master Ye Fan values, being gentle and virtuous is one of the necessary conditions.

"Miss Tong, Mr. Ye should be back soon. Miss Tong, it's best to go out and greet him. A man who has been busy all day needs the tenderness and consideration of a woman the most."

Tong Caiwei had an embarrassing expression on her face.

Did Mama Zhang misunderstand something?

Just about to explain, thinking of her current situation, her slightly parted lips closed again.

Now, she lives in the villa bought by Ye Fan, and Ye Fan takes care of her food and clothing.

What is the difference between her and those mistresses who are taken care of by rich families?

No wonder Zhang's mother has never had a good look at her.

She must think that she is Ye Fan's mistress, and she must look down on her.

"Mum Zhang, I..."

She still wanted to say something, and she didn't want to be misunderstood just like that.

"Mr. Ye, you are back."

A smile suddenly appeared on Mama Zhang's face, and there was no trace of icy coldness in front of her.