Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng glanced, still took it over and said indifferently, "what's the matter?"

"How was your day?" there was a lazy voice, and it seemed to be busy with something. You could still hear the sound of turning the paper.

"Being supervised by the servant to bask in the sun," Ye Qingcheng sneered at the corner of his mouth. "Don't you have a timetable?"

When he first saw this form, ye Qingcheng was shocked——

Get up at 8:00 in the morning and wash for 20 minutes. 8: Eat breakfast on time at 30. 9: 00 sun for an hour. 10: 00 walk for an hour.

11: 00 dressing and bathing, waiting for the young master to return for dinner. 11: 30 meals

Ye Qingcheng collapsed.

She lived 21 years and was so limited for the first time.

A burst of laughter came from the other end of the phone, "so what? I'm afraid you don't implement it."

"I don't have the ability to buy your servant."

"Don't you dare," the voice over there seemed to rise slightly, "what are you doing now?"

"...." Ye Qingcheng was speechless. He knew it all.

"Open the magazine at hand," ordered the arrogant voice over there. "Turn to page 39."

Dongfang Shijin lowered his head, looked at the weekly magazine placed in front of him, leaned back and sat leisurely on the high-grade leather chair.

This weekly is fixed here every week, and he won't read it, but today, he suddenly wanted to listen to her voice.

Moreover, he is still not familiar with Chinese characters, but his spoken language is more fluent.

A large part of the reason is that master Dongfang is used to speaking Chinese. It is said that there is also a reason.

But Dongfang Shijin is not interested. I don't know why the foreign father insists on speaking Chinese these years and requires all his children and even employers to be familiar with Chinese.

Dongfang Shijin can only communicate in Chinese. He is still unfamiliar with some Chinese characters. Naturally, he doesn't need to understand them.

Ye Qingcheng turned around and saw the financial weekly beside him.

Open, open, "what are you doing?"

"Read."

"..." sick!

Ye Qingcheng immediately wanted to hang up the phone, but the maid kept looking at Ye Qingcheng with a smile. Ye Qingcheng was creepy.

The maid's mouth was clearly warning Ye Qingcheng to obey.

Ye Qingcheng breathed deeply. OK, she read it. Anyway, it's boring now.

And even if she hangs up, the man will call again and again to continue to complain and waste time.

"This year, the S & P GSCI commodity index fell 34%, hitting the lowest trend since 1999, 80% different from the highest value..."

“……”

"The same is true of oil prices, which plummeted from $98 a barrel two years ago to less than $35 a barrel, mainly due to uncontrolled production around the world, resulting in huge overcapacity..."

“……”

"In order to deal with this situation, energy enterprises have reduced their investment in American oil fields..."

The clear and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone, which calmed the heart of Dongfang Shijin gradually.

Ye Qingcheng yawned as he read, but there was no response on the other end of the phone.

Ye Qingcheng suspected that he was still listening. Should she finish reading a whole book?

"I won't read it." Ye Qingcheng just felt thirsty and wanted to drink water.

"Continue."

"That's enough for an hour. I'm going upstairs to have a rest."