Hidden Marriage Wife:Passionate And Wild CEO

"Am I loud?" She took the water, rinsed her mouth, and spat it into the bag.

"You can hear it all over the hotel." He took her arm and said in a deep voice, "get up."

"I lost this." Lu Shiran stands up with his strength and throws the garbage bag into the dustbin inside the door of the building.

He stood on the stairs in silence, waiting for her to come.

"I'll take it." Lu Shiran squatted down and tried to put the box away. He pulled it up.

"Don't take it. It's cold." His breath was a little heavy. His eyes were fixed on her face and said in a low voice, "Ranran, how can you be so careful now? What's the matter?"

Lu Shiran took out her ears and said with a smile, "maybe you are too powerful. I'm afraid you will blow me up."

In fact, she loves him. He received a cold reception at home, she wanted to listen to his grandfather, let him, love him. When two people get along with each other, there must be someone who gives up a little bit. It doesn't matter if she goes to be that person. His bad temper doesn't break out every day. If you look at his good, can't two people live forever?

"That's it?" He twisted his eyebrows, took the box from her hand, strode into the hallway door and threw it directly into the garbage can.

"Hello..." Lu Shiran looked at the boxes with regret and said in a low voice, "it's a waste to eat just a few mouthfuls."

"Well, if you want to, do it again. It doesn't taste good anyway." He turned and strode up the stairs.

"Good." Lu Shiran followed him and poked his finger at his waist. "Mr. Feng is very gifted as a chef. You can cook at home in the future. I don't want to let lampblack stain my fingers and make me old in advance."

Feng Jingchen turned to look at her. She was smiling again. If it wasn't for her pale face, he would have believed that she had always been so lively.

"What's the matter?" Lu Shiran stroked her cheek and whispered, "is there anything dirty on your face that you haven't wiped clean?"

"Are you still making up?" He turned around and put a finger on her eyes, and she put an eye shadow on it.

"Ah, be more energetic." Lu Shiran wrinkled his nose and whispered, "it's all pure plants, it doesn't matter."

"No makeup." He pulled her to his side and took her straight to the bathroom in the office.

"Clean up." Twist the water, hold her small face in one hand, and wipe her face with towel on the other hand.

's grey towels soon dyed several colors, red lip gloss, light pink eye shadow, and black mascara.

"Goblin, at this time you need to make up. Who can I show you?" He put the towel into the wash basin, holding her face carefully to check that there was no trace of color, then he pulled her shoulder, let her look in the mirror, "after that, only I can see whether it looks good or not."

Lu Shiran shrunk his shoulders and gave him a white look. "Mr. Feng, praising your food is good for your face. If you give me more, I'll give you a break. It's not the end of the world if I put on a little make-up. Can you relax a little

Feng Jingchen pressed her shoulder, looked at the mirror and said seriously, "listen, if you make up again, I will give you a full face of red, and I will do what I say."

"You Dare you Lu Shiran was annoyed. There was no freedom at all.

"Try it."

He strode out and dug her lip gloss out of her purse. She actually had five Lipsticks in her bag, deep and light colors spread out in his palm.

He turned green, picked a big red one, pulled her to the sofa with one hand, and began to paint her face with lip gloss.

Lu Shiran couldn't carry the weight with him, but he was afraid to hurt his ribs. Within a few minutes, he wrote a word on his forehead with lip gloss: "stupid".

Lip gloss is bright red. The effect of coloring is very good. It has a diamond like luster. It is not very good to paint on the forehead.

Lu Shiran was stunned for a long time. He suddenly sat up, picked up the lipstick that had fallen on the ground, directly mounted his leg, and quickly scratched the word "Wang" on his forehead

"What did you write?" He held her hand and pulled the powder box out of her bag to see the small mirror.

Lu Shiran knelt down to one side, pointing to his forehead and chuckling.

He finally opened the mirror and looked at the scarlet word "Wang" on his forehead. The last horizontal line is very long, extending from the left eyebrow tail to the right eyebrow corner. The last red is pressed open heavily, like a ball of rose juice falling on his eyebrows.

The corners of his mouth twitched. How come the more I stay with her, the more like a child? Such a childish thing did not happen in his long and hopeless childhood and childhood, and he and her in the office, with a lipstick, painted each other into a colorful face.

"Jingchen..." Yu's warm voice came in from the door.

They turned their heads and saw that she was holding a silver tray with a steak, pasta and fried eggs in it.

"This..." She looked at the embarrassed little couple and asked in a low voice, "what's wrong with the face?"

"I don't think he's good-looking. I'll dress him up.""Wash it for me."

He jumped up and strode inside. They both made so much noise that they didn't hear the elevator coming up. Fortunately, it was Yu Nuan who came here. If those subordinates were there, he would lose face.

He took a few steps and suddenly turned his head to look out of the door. The corner of lawyer Wu's coat was flashing. Don't guess, lawyer Wu and they must have got off the elevator together!

He quickly walked into the door and yelled in a gruff voice, "you're not coming in to wash."

Lu Shiran presses the tray from Yu Nuan's hand and thanks him with a smile. Then he comes in to look for him.

"It's delicious, steak. I'd like to have steak, too." She washed her face, knelt on the carpet, tapped the steak with a silver fork, licked her lips, and longed.

"What don't you want to eat?" Feng Jingchen sneered.

"Yes, you are." Lu picked up the knife with a smile, cut a small piece of steak neatly, put it into his mouth, chewed it with narrow eyes, and said vaguely, "it's delicious. I'll eat it. Let Yu Nuan give you another one."

Feng Jingchen sat down beside her, rubbed her lips with his fingers, and whispered, "slow down, I won't rob you."

She blinked, pointed to the logo on the white porcelain plate, and said with a smile, "the chef of this western restaurant is still good. Go to learn from your teacher and cook it for me every day."

"How hard are you going to be? Expect me to fry your steak every day? " He sneered, rubbed her hair, and looked at her gently.

"Take a bite?" She asked him, holding up her fork and smiling.

"Eat for yourself, so that you don't have enough and cry hungry with me." He shook his head, took the knife and fork in her hand and cut the steak for her.

"By the way, do forum posts have an impact on you?" She chewed the beef and asked him carefully.

"If Muqin can't handle all these things well, is he still Muqin?" He said lightly.

"That's good. Give me a fright." Lu Shiran patted his heart and tilted his head to see how he cut the steak. His side face is really good to see, high bridge of nose, thin lips gently pursed, lips hook stubborn proud arc, people really want to kiss.

She came up to him and really gave him a kiss.

"What's the matter? The steak won't fill you. Miss me He slowly raised his eyes, the light in his eyes flashed, and asked in a low voice.

"A little bit." She giggled, her mouth slightly open, waiting for him to feed the steak.