Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

Luo Wenxuan snorted through his nose, and slowly glanced at He Jiahui.

It seems that this girl named He Jiahui is not an idiot, he has already crushed all the words to death, and she can find the opening to bounce back.

Heh, it seems that he underestimated her...

Such a girl, tsk tsk, her thoughts are as unfathomable as the sea.

Luo Wenxuan sighed deeply in his heart, a pair of fox-like narrow peach eyes shone with cunning and calculating light.

No matter how deep and unfathomable his heart is, He Jiahui is still young after all, and he is always too immature in his bones. No matter how nice the words are, he can still pick out the bones from the eggs.

"Same as you? Heck, your face is really big, if my family has a hobby, I have to learn from you?"

Luo Wenxuan watched with satisfaction as He Jiahui's face became paler, and his words became more merciless, "When I taught her how to cook, you were not born yet, hehe..."

That huh huh was clearly full of strong sarcasm, He Jiahui only felt a coolness creeping up her back along the back of her feet, the eerie atmosphere instantly surrounded her, she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if vomited from her mouth The words that came out also became pale in an instant, "Uncle, I, I just slipped my tongue... I'm happy... I have this honor, to have the same interest as Auntie..."

The threats were almost enough, Luo Wenxuan didn't bother to trouble He Jiahui anymore, with a big wave of his hand, the servant behind him hurried forward, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"That boy Yuchen hasn't had a good lunch with us for more than two months. Go, call him and ask him to come back for dinner now!"

"But..." the servant was a little embarrassed, "Young master had already given an order when he left in the morning, saying that he would not come back for lunch, and besides, the young master left with a food box."

"This brat, it seems that we don't want us if he has a wife!" Luo Wenxuan scolded with a smile, "Whatever, if he has to come back for lunch today, just tell him to bring his little girlfriend over , don’t hide it all day long, what have you made of other people’s treasures, even us parents are not allowed to see it?”

The servant backed away, and Luo Wenxuan beckoned to the housekeeper, Ji Jun, "Brother Jun, Ah Chen brought something to eat this morning, you can ask the chef to make two more according to the menu, I guess his lunch box is Bring it to his little girlfriend, it's just after twelve o'clock, they shouldn't have lunch that early."

Ji Jun responded and went to the kitchen. Luo Wenxuan turned around, put his arms around Yan Ruo who couldn't see the expression on his face, and whispered in her ear as if no one else was there, "Unhappy? Didn't I let my son take your future son?" Is the daughter-in-law coming back for dinner? Come on, give me a smile~~~"

Luo Wenxuan was as serious as Yan Ruo in front of outsiders, but when facing his wife in private, he was as clumsy as he wanted, and he was very clingy to his wife.

Yan Ruo's expression was calm, and he patted Luo Wenxuan's messy fingers on her cheeks, and said in a soft voice, "Then wait for them to come before eating, the food is cold, remove it, let the chef cook again."

Only then did Luo Wenxuan reluctantly let go of her, a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes seemed to glance at He Jiahui inadvertently.