My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Tang Yiyu knew he was a little too presumptuous, but he was gambling.

Gambling Cheng Anran, a little money fan, has changed his nature over the past two years.

Cheng Anran and Tang Yiyu sat on the same sofa, very close.

Tang Yiyu's smell of dead wood after the rain continued to float over, affecting Cheng Anran's judgment wave by wave.

As an independent woman in the new era, Cheng Anran has fame, money, can raise children by herself, can be self-sufficient, and is not short of money at all.

Money? She does, too.

Therefore, Tang Yiyu's condition of this hidden rule can't shake her at all. She can refute it and can throw down a sentence: "is money great? Can money buy my soul? You dream!"

But——

That's three billion, you bastard.

Moreover, Tang Yiyu's money, she has no psychological pressure.

"Deal." Cheng Anran smiled and said without being humiliated by money: "since President Tang wants to see me wear this dress so much, I'll give you face, but first, I'm a designer. I don't sell myself."

Tang Yiyu smiled: "just take a picture."

In his heart, Tang Yiyu breathed a little relieved.

He hasn't advanced enough to call this unspoken rule eighteen prohibitions.

Tang Yiyu dared to tease Cheng Anran in this way because he knew that Cheng Anran would not be hypocritical. In his opinion, it was a small interest of the two people, and he changed his way to give Cheng Anran money.

Cheng Anran is really not hypocritical. How beautiful it is to take 3 billion.

But think about it, Cheng Anran said kindly, "president Tang, are you in charge when you move this fund? Won't shareholders be unhappy because you suddenly inject capital into a clothing brand with unclear investment prospects, which was founded by your ex-wife?"

The implication is: do the shareholders of your company know that you are so selfish?

Tang Yiyu smiled: "of course, the hidden rules are to hide people's eyes and ears, and I'm not the kind of person who uses public affairs for personal gain."

Cheng Anran: "so?"

Tang Yiyu: "your money will go to your personal account. It's useless even if they object. No one can tell me when I spend my own money."

Cheng Anran gave a thumbs up: "rich, capricious."

Money and willfulness are awesome. You can spend as much as you want.

Cheng Anran thought about it. Tang Yiyu spent so much money to get himself to wear a dress and take a picture. It seems that he is also a proper beauty disaster.

This level is ancient. Last week, you wang lit the beacon tower for Bo Baosi's smile, and Wu Sangui was angry for Chen Yuanyuan.

Tang Yiyu is also very beautiful here.

Now he wants to spend more money for his sweetheart, spend all the money he didn't pay her before, and take advantage of taking pictures.

Tang Yiyu thought the business was very cost-effective.

Is it cost-effective? The contract is signed and the check is drawn out.

Cheng Anran held a light check, but it was very heavy. She couldn't help asking, "when does president Tang want me to wear this suit? When do I take pictures?"

Tang Yiyu: "I'll give a banquet tonight and cook in person for Miss Cheng to celebrate our happy cooperation. You can wear it tonight."

Cheng Anran's watery eyes stared at him: "president Tang, you're not thinking about something bad again."

Tang Yiyu: "even if I have a thief's heart, I don't have the courage to steal. I shouldn't be able to get drunk with Miss Cheng's current drinking capacity."

Cheng Anran thinks so.

If Tang Yiyu wants to intoxicate her now, it will be difficult.

Cheng Anran feels a little regretful after thinking so carefully.

It's really a pity that you can't get drunk because you can drink too much. You've been crazy before.

No, that's not the point now.

Cheng Anran suddenly responded: "I just went to your house today for a hot search, and I'll go tonight? If I'm photographed, don't I have 300 liang of silver here? I can't explain clearly?"

Tang Yiyu: "it doesn't matter. I can make a statement on my microblog and say that we don't comply. It's simply the relationship between the hidden rules and the objects of the hidden rules."

"Tang Yiyu!" Cheng Anran angrily grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.

Tang Yiyu caught it and smiled: "don't laugh. Don't worry. Yesterday was really an accident. Today, you can't be photographed."

Cheng Anran: "you'd better keep your word, or I'll go to the microblog and say you're obsessed with me and threaten me with money."

Tang Yiyu was stunned and thought, "it's not --"

"Shut up." Cheng Anran glared at him, "don't say or think."

Is this man muddy? He just talks casually. He also spreads his thinking up the pole. It's easy to beat.

After Cheng Anran was willing to become a person for Tang Yiyu and Tang Yiyu again, her tenderness and smile should have doubled, but how could this kind of underplay have doubled.

Cheng Anran feels that she can't stay any longer. She has been molested for so long for no reason. It's a shame to this man.

As the party being pursued, she has to put on a high profile in time to not be easily attacked.

After looking at his watch, Cheng Anran said, "it's getting late. I'll go first."

Tang Yiyu frowned: "it's almost noon. Let's go after dinner."

Cheng Anran: "I have an appointment for lunch."

Tang Yiyu: "who did you make an appointment with?"

Cheng Anran smiled: "Fang Minghui, President of Fang's group."

As soon as Tang Yiyu heard the name of blame, he couldn't sit still.

Even if he knew that Cheng Anran had nothing to do with Fang Minghui, and that Fang Minghui still couldn't catch up with Cheng Anran no matter how hard he tried, he was still unhappy.

That guy is his number one rival in love. If there were no Fang Minghui at the beginning, things would not be as bad as they are today.

He hasn't forgotten that Fang Minghui stabbed himself for love by all means.

That's crazy.

"As a partner, if I don't entertain Miss Cheng for lunch, others will think that the down group is impolite." Tang Yiyu tried his best to find an excuse.

Cheng Anran picked up her bag and stepped onto it. Shi Shi ran smiled: "Oh, don't worry about that. I won't go out and say I'm here to talk about business. You didn't invite me to dinner. You invited me, but I refused."

Tang Yiyu frowned and stopped talking. He didn't know what to say.

He seems to have no reason to stop Cheng Anran.

In this way, Tang Yiyu watched Cheng Anran leave, angry, but there was nothing to do.

The door was knocked. The white night came in with a serious face and said, "president, those paparazzi are too presumptuous. Because you didn't withdraw your microblog, they followed the wind and found the front door. They came to block you or young lady. What do you think to do? I'll ask the security guard to drive them away, or I'll warn them myself."

It's just a matter of hot search once or twice. Repeated searches will definitely annoy Mrs. Shao.

This kind of discretion still exists in the daytime.

As soon as Tang Yiyu heard this, he immediately patted the table and got up: "inform the front desk, take the paparazzi to the parking lot immediately, and an ran will go from there."

White night: "??"

President, what are you talking about?