My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Fang Minghui was stunned to see Cheng Anran and Tang Yiyu leave.

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Even if not as a rival in love, as a friend, Fang Minghui felt that she should not go with each other like this.

The agreed torture! It's agreed not to compromise easily!

Fang Minghui puts down his partner's hand and quickly dyes Cheng An's hair.

Tang Yiyu: [Cheng Anran! Don't promise him too soon. If you get it too easily, you won't cherish it. Why did you go with her!]

Cheng Anran asks Tang Yiyu to drive, while she calls back.

Fang Minghui said earnestly on the phone: "an ran, why don't you listen to my advice? You will suffer losses sooner or later. Tang Yiyu is a speculator. Once you give him a chance, he will eat you without residue."

Cheng Anran smiled and said, "you don't think I'm going home with him."

Fang Minghui: "do you still want to go home with him?"

Cheng Anran: "

Fang Minghui, you are really good at listening to people. You are excellent at this technology.

Fortunately, Fang Minghui immediately realized that he had heard wrong and coughed awkwardly: "cough, ha ha, what do you continue to say."

Cheng Anran: "there are so many people at the dance that it's inconvenient to talk. If he wants to talk to me about cooperation, we'll change places."

Fang Minghui didn't believe it at all: "he asked you to talk about cooperation? I think it's the drunken man's intention, not the wine."

Cheng Anran smiled: "you have to kill the wine, don't you? You know, I'm in the early stage of my business and I'm most short of money."

The business is very good, but Cheng Anran does real high luxury clothes and some design creation.

Now when she suddenly returns to city a, her brands, shops, high luxury clothes and employees in the studio need money for everything. Cheng Anran feels that she can pit a little bit.

Fang Minghui was still worried: "where are you going with him?"

Cheng Anran: "I should go to the restaurant. I don't eat much. Anyway, you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. Don't worry, president Fang. Today is your home. Have a good time."

Fang Minghui said, can I not worry?

As a defeated general, I can lose, but I can't lose!

Fang Minghui: "in short, in short, you can't have anything with him tonight, not at all. This is my last dignity!"

Cheng Anran was so happy that he couldn't: "why does this involve your dignity again? I'm not responsible for your dignity."

Fang Minghui: "it's just hurting my self-esteem! Even if you follow him at my ball as soon as you come back, if you want to have something with him, he will laugh at me!"

Far away, Cheng Anran looked at Tang Yiyu's car and said, "well, I won't tell you. When people come, don't worry. Nothing you imagine will happen."

She just wanted to sit down with Tang Yiyu and have a little chat.

As for what to talk about, she has the initiative.

Fang Minghui listened to the busy tone of the phone and sighed: "I hope you do what you say."

Fang Minghui can't trust Cheng Anran because Cheng Anran should always Miss Tang Yiyu very much.

Now the two people meet. No one knows what will happen when Tianlei hooks the earth fire.

But in the final analysis, now he is an outsider and can't manage so much.

Compared with Fang Minghui's worry, Cheng Anran got into Tang Yiyu's car, and the two seemed much calmer.

Cheng Anran is right. Tang Yiyu directly asks the driver to drive to a restaurant and has contracted the venue.

Cheng Anran looked at the familiar sign and read out his name: "zhuxiufang, it seems that the business is still very good and has been renovated again."

She used to like this restaurant best. Tang Yiyu obviously remembers it.

But today... It's Tang Yiyu who cooks. He doesn't cook the dishes of zhuxiufang.

Tang Yiyu nodded and said, "I've wrapped up the field and cook for you myself."

Cheng Anran looked at him: "it's less than ten o'clock now. The chef should still be there. He hasn't eaten their house for a long time. Don't bother president Tang. Let the chef do it."

Tang Yiyu looked at Cheng Anran deeply: "I bought it here and I can cook all the dishes here. Tell me what you want to eat. If there is nothing special, eat the dishes you used to like. I can cook no worse than the chef."

Cheng Anran was stunned.

what?

He bought this restaurant and learned the dishes here?

Cheng Anran's hand curled slightly.

It goes without saying why Tang Yiyu did so.

He has been waiting for himself.

The heart is quite touched, but Cheng Anran doesn't show it. She only says, "since President Tang insists, it's hard for me to be generous. Just do something."

Tang Yiyu nodded and went in with her.

After sending Cheng Anran to the private room, Tang Yiyu went to cook.

As soon as they left, Cheng Anran was a little relieved.

Fang Minghui's worry is not superfluous.

Tang Yiyu is obviously more straightforward and candid than two years ago, and he is inadvertently very provocative.

That face——

More handsome than before, not as cold as before, more mature and gentle. She vaguely remembered Tang Yili, who had disappeared.

Tang Yili said he didn't disappear. He just merged with Tang Yiyu. Maybe it is true.

She looked at Tang Yiyu's eyes, and there was a faint shadow of Tang Yili between her eyebrows and eyes.

Two years is enough for her to heal her scars. When you think of Tang Yili, she can finally calm down.

After half an hour's buffer time, Tang Yiyu came back.

Cheng Anran smelled the long lost smell of vegetables.

In foreign countries, what she eats most is her hometown food. The chef has always been hired from here, but when she returns to this land, facing this familiar restaurant and her favorite food, Cheng Anran feels warm and feels at home.

The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, and she has finally come back.

Seeing that the man clearly remembers what he likes to eat, Cheng Anran's lips slightly raised: "it looks good."

Tang Yiyu smiled and poured her a cup of fruit tea: "try it."

He often cooks by himself these two days. He cooks all the meals Cheng Anran likes, just to cook them for her in the future.

In the past two years, without her, he planned a future for the two people.

Cheng Anran tasted a dish and really felt it was an enjoyment on the taste buds.

She didn't eat at the dinner party and now she just feels hungry.

I don't care what to say to Tang Yiyu. I'm going to talk after dinner.

Cheng Anran: "you haven't eaten either. Let's eat together."

Tang Yiyu smiled: "OK."

He hasn't had dinner with her for a long time, so he doesn't shirk it.

So two once lovers and husband and wife who had been reunited for a long time, now a president of Down's group and an internationally famous fashion designer sat together and ate a homely meal.