I became the richest man in the world by making meatballs

Bai Qianchun was half a step behind, with a suspicious look in her calm eyes. She turned her head and looked at Feng Youyu's superior profile and asked, "Why don't you go sit with your eldest sister? Beside her?" There are still two spots open.”

Feng Youyu paused, turned to look at her, her perfect thin lips slightly raised, "If you are not afraid of being pushed by the eldest sister to hold the wedding, we can go over there and sit there."

"No need, Yao Wenxian's place is fine." Bai Qianchun retracted her gaze decisively, speeding up and walking in the direction of Yao Wenxian.

Obviously, he didn't really want to face the scene where Sheng Beining was urging her to hold a wedding.

There was a look of regret in Feng Youyu's peach blossom eyes. Now he really wanted to hold the wedding and take her back to his home to be his wife and pamper her, but obviously Bai Qianchun didn't want to fake it yet. The play is really done.

Feng Youyu has also thought about preemptively coaxing life into holding a wedding, but the consequence of that is that he will be directly pushed to the ground and beaten by the woman, and then forced to terminate the marriage agreement. He has no doubt that this woman has this ability, when the time comes, he will be left with nothing to lose, and he will not be able to retain even the nominal status of husband and wife.

Feng Youyu didn't want to do such a stupid thing, so he had to occupy the position of nominal husband first. As for how to make this woman understand him, he had to go back and learn from his experience in chasing his wife.

Feng Youyu's thoughts were so busy that he didn't notice that he had been led to the position by Bai Qianchun.

Yao Wenxian, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the two of them, looking like a mother being dragged by a naughty child by the wrist, and the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a sour expression on his face.

Feng Xiaoer has a good hand, and they actually progressed to holding hands, which was quite fast.

Yao Wenxian's expression was tangled, and he finally accepted the fact that Feng Xiaoer was about to suffer from terminal love brain disease. He buried his head and moved his fingers to send him a few documents collected last night.

After Bai Qianchun sat down, Feng Youyu also sat down on the chair next to Yao Wenxian. The big hand holding her wrist could only reluctantly let go.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a hint of ripples on the monster's face. He didn't expect that girls' skin was so delicate and delicate, just different from ordinary rough men.

He curled up the fingers of his retracted big hand, clasped his hands on his strong thighs, rubbed his fingers together twice, and sighed secretly in his heart, he felt quite beautiful!

Suddenly, Yao Wenxian's hand poked his arm, bringing Feng Youyu back to reality. Feng Youyu frowned in displeasure, moved his body, and gave him a threatening look to signal him not to be such a girl. He's so cute, he's still poking and poking with his fingers, isn't he childish?

Yao Wenxian ignored his fierce warning look and winked at him to tell him to read the news quickly.

Feng Youyu frowned on his handsome face, muttering to himself what was wrong with this kid. There was no urgent work for him to handle today.

But in order to avoid missing any emergencies and failing to deal with them in time, which would lead to serious consequences, he finally curled his lips, reluctantly let go of his hands, and opened the communication message with his left hand that was not holding his wrist.

I saw things from Yao Wenxian popping up one after another, "On the self-cultivation of men in love", "On the importance of Chinese machismo in how couples get along", "Three hundred and sixty-eight ways of Zhen Fu Gang" ", "Men are not smart in love", "The tragic end of strict wife control after marriage".

Feng Youyu was confused, what the hell are these?

He glanced at Yao Wenxian, "What do you mean?"

Yao Wenxian pushed up his glasses with an inscrutable look on his face. I'm here to save my brain.

Feng Youyu turned around and looked at the file names carefully, and soon figured out what Yao Wenxian meant.

He sneered in his heart, how could he have fallen to that point? How could he be such a love-minded person and such a strict wife?

Yao Wenxian saw the disapproval on his face and clicked his tongue twice in his heart. Feng Xiaoer had not yet seen through his own true nature. Even Marshal Huo, who stood upright and endured mountains of swords and blood, climbed to the position of marshal. He can also be reduced to a strict wife, so why is it impossible for him to seal the mistress.

Last night, Yao Wenxian also compared Feng Xiaoer's recent behavior and style, as well as the tempers and methods of him and the ancient doctor. The probability that Feng Xiaoer would become a henpeck was 99.99%! ! !

He was just waiting for Feng Xiaoer to get slapped in the face in the future!

Yao Wenxian felt better after thinking this, and ignored the eyes of the people around him, looking towards the central platform with the corners of his mouth raised.

Feng Youyu felt inexplicably unhappy at being ignored, and glared at Yao Wenxian. After seeing that he still ignored her, Feng Youyu began to fall into self-doubt. Could it be that he would really become a wife caretaker like his brother-in-law in the future? Yan, rake your ears?

"What are you looking at?" Bai Qianchun suddenly asked on the other side.

Feng Youyu was startled, and quickly came back to his senses, turning his head and smiling at her, "It's nothing, why do you ask that?"

Bai Qianchun moved slightly closer to him, opened her red lips and said in a low voice, "I want to ask you for a favor."

The breeze blew by, and her silky black hair was blown up uncontrollably. It happened to brush against the tip of Feng Youyu's nose, who was also leaning towards her, and a faint medicinal fragrance came faintly.

What kind of fragrance is this? It smells much better than the expensive perfumes sprayed on those noble ladies. It is simply refreshing. After taking a few sniffs, Feng Youyu quickly sat up straight and raised one long leg on top of the other. , his body leaned back slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you busy with?"

Bai Qianchun said bluntly, "There are too many orders in the backend. You can help me cut them off and send them to Ye Yang. I won't delay their packaging work in the afternoon."

"Oh." Sister Feng Youyu's handsome face fell slightly, but she still hummed in response. She honestly turned on her computer and went to the backstage, where she helped her take screenshots without complaint.

Yao Wenxian, who was sitting upright and looking forward, glanced in their direction.

Gee, he said that he is not a lover, but he is strict with his wife. How could this man be so hard-working and uncomplaining, and not charge a penny to do things for others? Even their most beloved eldest sister had never been treated like this before.

He could clearly remember that before Feng Xiaoer was recognized by the Feng family, he was also a money addict. If the eldest sister asked him to do anything, he would charge money, otherwise he would rather be paralyzed than lift a finger.

Look at him now. The ancient doctor casually asked him to help, and he helped without hesitation, not to mention that he had been doing odd jobs behind the family, burning fire to wash medicinal materials, and cutting down trees and weeding for farming in the back mountains.

Why! Yao Wenxian sighed in his heart. He was so stupid that he got lost in the fog and didn't realize it. He was hopeless. Feng Xiaoer couldn't save him!