My CEO Wife is Perfect

For these rough old men, injury is not only a common occurrence, but also a symbol of honor and qualification.

However, Xiao Chen is worried about the two sisters, long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng, who are in such a beautiful age. If they break their looks and destroy their faces, and they can't get married, they are likely to regret for life.

Thinking of this, he said faintly: Well, I'll go down first, Xiao Yun and Meng Meng will follow, and then we three will dive together. Before we fall into the water, I'll give you a hand to guard against injury.

No, our strength is not life-threatening.

Shen Mengmeng and long Xiaoyun are given special care and feel a little uncomfortable.

That's it!

People are all in one voice. In their opinion, women are women, and it is natural to be taken care of.

Don't talk nonsense. I'll go first. You two follow.

Xiao Chen had a big drink, climbed the rope, put his feet against the cliff, and took the lead in descending.

All right!

Long Xiaoyun and Shen Mengmeng walked obediently to the cave entrance, followed by the decline.

An hour later, by the shore.

All of them had a narrow escape without any accidents.

Xiao Chen tossed the water spray on her body, built a canopy and looked at the distance.

All the people were standing there waiting for his instructions.

Xiao Chen glanced around and said faintly: for today's plan, there is only one thing to deal with, that is, the whereabouts of the black widow.

Black widow?

The cold wind and others murmured and frowned.

Mr. Xiao, this matter is very strange. Please allow me to investigate it clearly and then do something about it?

What he said is true. The black widow has a cunning nature and evil intentions. Judging from this series of changes, it is obviously not an oil-saving lamp.

If you act rashly, you may be startled. It's better to wait for a tree and wait for a rabbit.

Xiao Chen light way: in order to find out her whereabouts in the shortest time, you can contact yalina of Tianmen and let her carry out remote assistance.

Yes, Mr. Xiao!

All of them bow down and take orders.

If only a few people know, they can surpass the professional level of the world.

I believe that with the help of intelligence, the black widow will have no escape.

……

The sky in Zhonghai is full of dark clouds and gloomy.

After the war, life became very comfortable again.

Downstairs in Shengda Department store, Xiao Chen sits on a chair, swaying his legs and smoking comfortably.

He is waiting for Yan Qingcheng's shopping return.

You know, women go shopping, not men comparable, not good is an afternoon.

However, Xiao Chen only needs to see the figure of Yan Qingcheng, and does not need to be inseparable.

Finally.

Three hours later, Yan Qingcheng's cold tone came, no doubt.

Xiao Chen, come and carry it!

OK!

Xiao Chen Ma Liu's promise, after all, is his wife. It's right to carry his bag.

All the way trot past, from the salesman's hand to take the big bag, but also to Yan Qingcheng gentle smile: wife, can we go home?

Let's go!

Yan Qingcheng lay on her chest, stepped on her elegant steps, and took the lead to walk towards the exit.

Xiao Chen follows, without any slack.

Just out of the gate, there is a ragged beggar coming, dishevelled with a small bowl, dangling.

Beauty, please, I haven't eaten for days.

This

Yan Qingcheng seldom experiences this kind of problem, but she has a kind heart. After the breakfast incident, she has a feeling that beggars have been afraid of well ropes for ten years.

However, looking at the emaciated beggar, he was very old and had a lame leg. He could not help feeling pity.

She took out her small bag, rummaged, then frowned: sorry, I didn't have any cash today.

No way. You can't get off without more than 100000 yuan. How can you have no money?

The old beggar's eyes twinkled with light. When he came back, he still looked upright.

Well.

Yan Qingcheng immediately blushed and couldn't hold on.

Yeah?

Xiao Chen took a puff from the corner of his mouth and looked at the beggar. He looked at the wretched image of relying on the old and selling the old. It was really vivid. It can be called an old opera bone.

This kind of person is mature and refined, and his face is thick and boundless. He chooses the flowers in such greenhouses as Yan Qingcheng.

Of course, Xiao Chen, who has been in the world for a long time, sees many people like this. Once he pouts, he knows what to do.

Whoa.

Xiao Chen with a cigarette in his mouth, a pair of thugs in front of Yan Qingcheng, glared at the old beggar, playing smell: old man, I haven't eaten for a few days, haven't you?

Right! The old beggar held his head high and was upright.But we don't have money with us.

Xiao Chen's playful smile.

It's OK, it's OK. You are all rich people. You can buy something and let me fill my stomach.

The beggar immediately changed his mind, accompanied by a smile.

This is easy to do, Xiao Chen. Take my card and go there to buy him a bag of steamed bread to fill his hunger.

Yan Qingcheng for such a meal, or please, is very generous handed over a bank card.

OK!

Xiao Chen took the card and went to the steamed bread shop on one side.

As long as you don't cheat money, everything is fine.

Boss, take ten yuan of steamed bread!

Right now!

The shop owner warmly greets, takes out the steamed bread, opens the cage drawer.

Soon, the bag was handed to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen came back after swiping his card and handed it to the old beggar. He said faintly: old man, have a meal!

Thank you!

The beggar immediately bowed and took the steamed bread and ate it.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the scene, nodded with satisfaction and a gentle smile: Xiao Chen, let's go!

Good wife!

Xiao Chen promised, and they turned around and left.

However.

At this time, the situation has changed, behind the voice of pain.

Ouch, ouch, it's killing me!

Yeah?

Xiao Chen and Yan Qingcheng look back in doubt and are shocked.

The steamed bread was scattered all over the ground, but the old man fell on the ground, covered his stomach, and howled miserably.

It's really a declining trend in the world. It's a bad idea. Come on, these two young people are going to poison me. Ouch, my stomach hurts.

Well.

Xiao Chen and Yan Qingcheng look at each other, they are confused.

Horizontal trough, and this kind of operation?

In a flash.

The passers-by immediately gathered around, pointing and commenting.

It's really sinister. Nowadays, how can rich people be so poisonous that they don't give money. It's too much to poison people.

Not necessarily Oh, it may be a disguised porcelain bumping. The road is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. We have to guard against it.

How can it be? Look at that beggar. His age is not fake. His lameness is not fake. He looks like a real beggar.

In fact, it's nothing. It's not true, it's not true. It's just watching.

In the crowd, there are a few gangster like characters who are prying and stirring the flames.