My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Chapter 473 [Help Digestion]

In the top-level presidential suite of Zhongyun Biyun Hotel, the gentle light shines on the melted Mediterranean wool carpet, and the enchanting patterns resemble the fresh flowers.

The air is filled with a touch of woman fragrance, mixed with the sweet smell of green tea, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Christine, dressed in silver-gray silk dressing gown, has a blond hair, like the world's most perfect master sculpture, and each curve outlines a charming charm.

Sitting in a soft leather chair, Christine holds a fine porcelain cup with a blue and blue pattern, and enjoys the tranquility of the nightlife with the Longjing green tea that was sent by a special person.

It’s not because there’s only Christine in the room, it’s so peaceful, but the other woman sitting next to Christine is silent, like a lily standing in a gentle, swaying Prime.

Lin Ruoxi was sitting on the guest chair of the cloth spinning, holding the toon in his hand, but he did not drink a half, and seemed to be sitting with some thoughts.

After two people sat quietly for a long time, Christine seemed to be unable to endure, and touched the lower corner of his mouth and asked, "What should I call you? Lin Zong? Brother? Or directly call you Ruoxi?"

Lin Ruoxi squatted, half open his mouth and asked: "You are very familiar with him, are you?"

"It can be said that in fact, we know this for four or five years, but because he is only in his twenties, he has not lived for a long time, so it should be considered long." Christine is self-sufficient.

Lin Ruoxi heard that he felt a little twisted. What is "he is only in his twenties" and "has not lived for a long time". Is this woman in front of her, she thinks she is a grandmother? The age of Christine should also be in her twenties, isn’t it?

However, Lin Ruoxi did not pay much attention to this, but continued to say: "I have never seen him, his friend, you are the first, as a person who appeared in his acquaintance."

Christine heard this and couldn’t help but ask: "Did he not take you to see him and his buddies? The group should be anxious to see you, you are the wife of his choice."

"That people?" Lin Ruoxi asked and asked, "What kind of people are you?"

Christine giggled. "I know, you are coming today, I want to know what kind of man your dear husband is, or, want to know if his past is?"

Lin Ruoxi’s face is slightly red, she really has this meaning. In the past, there was no way. She didn’t want to ask Yang Chen directly. It would make her feel embarrassed. Now, Yang Chen’s acquaintance finally came to China Sea, although this person is special. However, Lin Ruoxi couldn’t help but curiosity and asked Kristin.

Christine smiled more and more joy. "You are so shy, you are blushing. God, the boring guy has found such a funny wife. No wonder he will choose you as his partner. You can compare it with the previous seventeen. More interesting!"

Lin Ruoxi was self-ashamed. He suddenly heard a special name and looked up again. He asked, "Seventeen? Who is seventeen?"

This time, Christine didn't laugh again, but he opened his mouth in surprise and asked, "You don't know who is seventeen?"

"I should know? Who is he? Is it important?" Lin Ruoxi could not help but ask.

Christine squinted and bent her eyebrows. The delicate and innocent face showed a bit of play. "Hey, he didn't mention you seventeen. When I first saw you, I thought he chose Your reason is because you have a shadow of seventeen, your appearance, your temperament, especially your eyes, it is like another seventeen course, you are much more beautiful than seventeen, but I think that Not that he is too valued.

Unexpectedly, he didn't mention it to you. Since he didn't mention it, then I won't say it, otherwise he will say that I am a big mouth."

Lin Ruoxi quietly silenced for a while, looking at Christine in the autumn, said: "Tell me, I want to know who is seventeen, you have no reason to hide me, because you have already said it. I think You are not the kind of person who likes to hide words, you will feel uncomfortable, right?"

Christine was slightly stunned, followed by a touch of helpless smile.

With a crisp sound, the door was gently closed.

A slender hand touched the switch on the wall, and the lights in the old-style bungalow hall were instantly lit up.

Under the light yellow light, Mo Qianni fainted the glamorous and arrogant black high-heeled shoes, then relieved her breath, grinned, and rubbed her hands with some sore feet.

The jade feet wrapped in black lace pantyhose are very slippery. Mo Qianni holds the wall in one hand and leans against her body. The posture is not very elegant, but fortunately it is just at home, she does not matter.

Every day when I got home from work, Mo Qianni felt that she should hate going to work, hate work, and even made up her mind many times. She must go home early tomorrow and have a good dinner. However, this idea will go to the next day. It disappeared.

Now living with Rose, Mo Qianni feels that she is simply a "masochistic" tendency. The pace of life of the rose is quite different from that of her own.

Of course, people are mixed up in the rain of bullets, and their work is hard, so they don’t have to risk their lives.

Mo Qianni finished her foot and took off the hairpin on her head, letting a long, soft, long hair scatter and put the bag on the wooden cabinet. Later, Mo Qianni looked up and looked at the wall clock at home. The time was 10:30 in the night.

I don't know if Rose is going to sleep. Mo Qianni sighed slightly. Even if she had a "roommate", she actually lived alone with the previous one.

When I came to the kitchen on the first floor of my home, Mo Qianni opened the freezer in the refrigerator and took out a lot of frozen food from the big bag. She planned to cook some dumplings and so on. She had no strength to make another dinner.

Just about to unpack a pack of quick-frozen dumplings, Mo Qianni suddenly heard a familiar voice suddenly coming out from behind. "I don't eat well, what kind of frozen food?" Some blame, but more It is pity.

Mo Qianni turned and turned back, and she saw that the bad man who had not seen for many days was standing in three steps!

Yang Chen was wearing a cotton pajamas, as if he were in his own home, lazily leaning against the door frame and looking at Mo Qianni with a smile.

"How come you are here?" Mo Qianni couldn't help but ask, if it wasn't too familiar, she suspected that someone had robbed.

Yang Chen stepped forward and held out two hands and pinched on Mo Qianni's tender face. "Xiao Qianqian, you don't think this time should be directly in your man's arms, then say a few words." I think you, 'Do you scare me?', how can I ask why I am here so coldly?"

Mo Qianni gave him a white glance and smiled and patted Yang Chen’s chest. "I am not so nauseate. Isn’t it just scaring me? How do you come when you want to come, I am too lazy to ask you."

In fact, Mo Qianni thought carefully, and with Yang Chen’s ability, it seems that there are countless ways to enter the door.

"All said that marriage is the grave of love, I am not married to you, how do you feel that there is no feeling at all," Yang Chen pretend to be distressed.

Mo Qianni said: "I haven't seen anyone in the past three days. I can't see it for more than a week. Do you still expect to see you as an emperor?"

Listening to the sourness and straightening of the teeth, Yang Chen was busy playing the retreat, and smiled and said: "I am not busy with things, you don't know, the recent thing about the star of Yulei can be I fainted, how can I have such a strong work ability as Xiao Qianqian? After a little more, I was exhausted."

Mo Qianni snorted and smiled: "No? I want to hear you praise me."

Yang Chen was in the right color and said: "I don't say anything imaginary. So, let me give my beloved Xiaoqianqian a whole meal of supper."

"Night?" Mo Qianni looked around and looked uncomfortably. "In addition to the frozen food you look down on, there is nothing else. Do you want to cook? I can starve."

Yang Chen shook his finger and smiled: "Of course I am not so stupid, baby, you are waiting here, I will come."

After that, Yang Chen was a flash, and he went to the hall to open the door and rushed out, leaving Mo Qianni to stand in the kitchen and blink.

For a while, Mo Qianni came back to God, and she screamed, "What nights, there is no shadow in the smoke!"

Looking at the door of the hall was opened again, Mo Qianni had to go down in a depressed way to close, but just walked to the door, Yang Chen's figure appeared again in front of her.

Only this time, Yang Chen’s hand suddenly had two more plates.

"Hey, how, this is the spicy chicken and iron plate beef that Wang Ma made for dinner. You also know the habit of Wang Ma. It is definitely more than what we can eat. This dish is basically not eaten. I will give it directly to you. The end is coming, you can eat it when you have a microwave oven," Yang Chen proudly.

Looking at the two dishes in front of the spicy dishes, Mo Qianni swallowed her throat and asked strangely: "Have you just gone home to take the vegetables?"

In the middle of this time, only a dozen seconds, this man actually ran back and forth in the two, and also brought two dishes! ? You must know that the middle of the journey spans several tens of meters, you have to cross the wall and enter and exit the room!

Yang Chen nodded and walked into the house, put the two dishes on the table, and said: "You go hot first, I will give you some rice, very soon."

After all, Yang Chen ran back again.

Mo Qianni’s gaze went out with Yang Chen and looked back at the dishes on the table. It was a dream.

A complex and unspeakable warmth is filled with delicious food in the blink of an eye. Perhaps, such a romance, only this unusual man can bring to himself.

In a short while, Yang Chen brought a large bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. I originally wanted to get some more, but Mo Qianni stopped him. This kind of silent and unforgiving food is actually thought about. Still a little weird.

After the meal was heated in the microwave oven, Mo Qianni ate at the tableside rather than the nightingale nightingale, and Yang Chen was full of interest sitting opposite, as if watching a woman eat has a good fun.

In the hall, in addition to the swinging sound of the old wall clock on the wall, quietly, Mo Qianni was very hungry, but the meal did not make much noise, but she was staring at Yang Chen’s meal, and her heart was sweet, but also made her feel Itchy.

Nearly twenty minutes later, at the request of Yang Chen, Mo Qianni ate two bowls of rice, and it was a rare encounter with a big red face.

Yang Chen was very "service thoughtful" to send the food back. As for tomorrow morning, Wang Ma saw that the food was wiped out, and would not be scared, it was not his concern.

Mo Qianni saw Yang Chen take the food away. I thought he would not come back again. He was about to close the door, but he didn't want to, Yang Chen turned back to himself.

"How come you are back?" Mo Qianni asked with a grin.

Yang Chen smirked and asked: "Hey, are you full?"

Mo Qianni grinned. "Can you not eat enough? You are stuck with it."

"Since you are full, you should be physically strong." The smile of Yang Chen’s mouth is more obvious. "Is it better to do some exercise to help digestion?"