The Rich Family President’s Trying to Keep Up With his Second Marriage

"How's it going, okay?" Wen Zhifan compromised.

"Auntie likes Xiaoxiao very much." Ni Lehui was silent, and Wen Zhifan was silent. How could he not know what his mother was thinking? Ni Lehui asked, "Do you like her?"

"I don't like it, I don't hate it." Wen Zhifan glanced at Ni Lehui and asked, "My mother made you convince me?"

"NONONO." Ni Lehui shook her head. Auntie had this meaning, but this time it was not the auntie who convinced her to convince her cousin. However, Ni Lehui was very satisfied with her cousin's answer. Xiaoxiao fell in love at first sight, otherwise, it would be impossible to fall in love with Xiaoxiao in such a short time.

The cousin didn't play with her, Ni Lehui gave him a point.

"What's he doing to you?" Wen Zhifan asked, speaking of shrewdness, he was much shrewd than Ni Lehui, and the subject changed in an instant.

"Who?" Ni Lehui deliberately pretended not to understand.

"Ni Lehui, don't force me to keep you out of work." Wen Zhifan threatened. Did she know that she was grateful, the hospital was so busy, and he let her have two days off. Why on earth?

She was tired after two days off. He did all her work. He helped her work overtime, let her rest, and cultivated feelings with Yan Yaoshun.

"Not bad." Ni Lehui replied.

Wen Zhifan glared at Ni Lehui, hesitated, and asked, "Is he really a chef?"

"Of course." Ni Lehui looked at Wen Zhifan and nodded, then pointed at him and warned: "You are not allowed to discriminate against the chef, otherwise I will make you unable to eat."

Wen Zhifan stayed silent. She married her without knowing what she was doing. She really didn’t know whether to call her stupid or lucky. The president of the Yan Group became her husband and was willing to wash her hands and make soup. .

Wen Zhifan looked at Ni Lehui, how did she do it?

"What kind of eyes are you?" Ni Lehui glared at Wen Zhifan. She didn't like the way he looked at her.

"Is he really suitable for you? Don't wait another year, you are divorced again." Wen Zhifan is really worried, she knows nothing about Yan Yaoshun, Wen Zhifan is very Mao Dun, should he treat Yan Yaoshun as Yan? Tell her the identity of the president? When the time comes, she will be sold and count the money.

"Cousin, I admit that Yan Yaoshun is not rich in Yan Changtuo, and he can't give me a rich life like Yan Changtuo gave me, and he can't use expensive designer clothes to wrap me, cousin, in fact, life. There is no need for a gorgeous coat, no sweet talk, what is needed is to pass every day plainly. Yan Changtuo can't give it to me, but he can give it to me." Ni Lehui said.

Wen Zhifan looked at her with such seriousness, such openness, such awakening, but unfortunately, from the day she chose Yan Yaoshun, she could not spend every day plainly. Yan Yaoshun could give her better than Yan Changtuo. A more affluent life can give her a halo and stand beautifully in the crowd.

"Le Hui, do you think he really can give you what you want?" Wen Zhifan glanced at the kitchen and asked. Seeing Ni Lehui nodding, Wen Zhifan asked again: "Do you love him? Does he love you?"

Ni Lehui shook his head. "Now that we don’t love it, we won’t know it in the future. His love was given to his ex-wife, but his ex-wife was not blessed to enjoy it. My love was given to Yan Changtuo, but Yan Changtuo didn’t cherish it. When two people love each other, they may not be happy after marriage. There are always some factors that ruin the marriage. Two people who do not love each other may not be happy after marriage. And in my whole life, the road of someone’s company will never feel bitter anymore. The tiredness of sharing, no matter how difficult it is, I don’t feel tired anymore. Between people, a choice, between heart and heart, a thought, a choice will be familiar or unfamiliar from now on, and a thought from now on or far away."

"Le Hui, imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel." Wen Zhifan really didn't know how to say, he didn't know what his purpose was, and told her Yan Yaoshun's true identity, whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, or within easy reach Or Tianya, he really wants her to be happy, if she gets divorced again because of him, he will become a sinner, Wen Zhifan is very entangled.

He even regretted investigating Yan Yaoshun. If he didn't know Yan Yaoshun's true identity, he would not be so entangled in conflicts.

"I know." Ni Lehui lowered her head, no one can tell about the future. Before marrying Yan Changtuo, she thought she would be happy for a lifetime and stay with Yan Changtuo for the rest of her life, but never thought that they would divorce. .

"fun……"

"The food is ready." Yan Yaoshun interrupted Wen Zhifan aloud.

Wen Zhifan and Ni Lehui were taken aback, both raised their heads to look at Yan Yaoshun, facing Yan Yaoshun's deep eyes, Ni Lehui opened his mouth, but didn't know what to ask.

"When did you stand there?" Wen Zhifan asked.

"Gang." Yan Yaoshun opened his thin lips, spit out a word, and then turned to the dining room.

Wen Zhifan and Ni Lehui looked at each other, and no one believed that he was just standing there.

"How much did he hear?" Ni Lehui asked.

"Who knows." They all believed that Yan Yaoshun heard their conversation, but they didn't know how much he heard. "Hungry, go and eat."

When the two came to the restaurant, Yan Yaoshun had already eaten. Ni Lehui served a bowl of rice. Wen Zhifan thought she was serving it for herself, so he reached out to pick it up, and Ni Lehui sat down. "Are you a guest?"

What she meant was that you go to Sheng by yourself.

Yan Yaoshun raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Zhifan. This guy is too much. The food is made by himself. If he doesn't help, he needs to be served by others.

Wen Zhifan resigned to serve the meal, but the three of them did not speak. The meal was very awkward, but very appetizing. All the food was eaten. Ni Lehui was used to the meals made by Yan Yaoshun, and Wen Zhifan gave a lot of face to him. I was hungry. In fact, Yan Yaoshun was not suitable for entering the kitchen, but Ni Lehui was forced to enter the kitchen. The food was limited to being able to cook, and it was okay to eat as long as he could.

Wen Zhifan was forced to wash the dishes, Ni Lehui sat in the living room watching TV, and Yan Yaoshun was on the balcony.

After washing the dishes, Wen Zhifan was about to leave. Ni Lehui told him to be careful on the way. Wen Zhifan changed his shoes. Yan Yaoshun walked in from the balcony and said to send Wen Zhifan.

"No need to send it." Ni Lehui said, cousin came to her house, do I need to send it after he leaves? It's not an outsider.

"It doesn't matter, I will send him off." Yan Yaoshun insisted.

"If you want to send it, you can send it." Ni Lehui doesn't care. People want to send it. She doesn't let it. People insist on sending it. Does she still have a reason to oppose it?

Yan Yaoshun sent Wen Zhifan downstairs, and the two walked to Wen Zhifan's car. Wen Zhifan leaned on the car, looked at Yan Yaoshun, and said, "Okay, just say anything, Mr. Yan."