There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

"what is this?"

He Lianquan frowned when he saw it, raised his eyes and asked Zhen Jiabao, asking in a questioning tone.

Zhen Jiabao wasn't shy about his dissatisfaction, but snorted coldly and didn't answer.

On the contrary, Uncle Ji couldn't see it and was dissatisfied with He Lianquan: "It's not that the madam heard someone's words and felt that she was a little fat. The recipe I found said that I should eat according to this every day."

As soon as He Lianquan heard it, he knew that Uncle Ji was pointing at him secretly, but he had nothing to refute when the words really came from his own mouth.

"Then you can't use this unhealthy method to lose weight. Don't you know that your health is not good? Every time Aunt Qin checks you, she says that you are lacking in this or that. I'm short of heart."

He Lianquan was so angry with Zhen Jiabao's recipe that he had a headache, and wished to pull all these thoughts out of Zhen Jiabao's mind.

Zhen Jiabao was not to be outdone: "That's not my fault, no one told me that I'm fat."

After all, it was his own fault for the feelings. He Lianquan looked at Uncle Ji's sharp eyes and cast them on him again, helplessly helping his forehead.

"But you didn't listen to me, I just wanted to say that you are a little fatter than before, which is good."

Zhen Jiabao didn't expect this to happen in the cold war with He Lianquan, and he blinked in disbelief: "But you only said the previous sentence."

"Isn't it because you lost your temper with me after hearing the previous sentence, and then ran away?"

He Lianquan was also very angry when he mentioned this matter, Uncle Ji looked at He Lianquan with a childish look, as if to encourage him to say more.

It would be best for Zhen Jiabao to be here and not have any thoughts of losing weight.

Zhen Jiabao thought for a while and continued to be dissatisfied with Helian Quan: "Then why didn't you explain it clearly to me last night?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhen Jiabao remembered that he seemed to have knocked on his door last night, but he didn't open the door for him...

He Lianquan watched Zhen Jiabao's changing expression with cold eyes, and said coldly, "Do you still eat boiled vegetables?"

At this time, the chef had already brought the lunch. Because of today's departure, the chef put all his energy into cooking a table of delicious food according to Zhen Jiabao's taste.

Zhen Jiabao smelled the aroma, and her unsatisfied stomach groaned in the morning. She swallowed: "I won't eat."

Who wants to choose boiled vegetables when there is meat to eat?
However, Zhen Jiabao still hesitated to check with He Lianquan before placing his chopsticks on the food on the table.

"Are you sure I'm not too fat now?"

He Lianquan said seriously: "Yes, I'm sure."

And it feels pretty good.

Uncle Ji was also helping He Lianquan talk, Zhen Jiabao felt relieved and put a chopstick of food into his mouth.

"Well, it's delicious!"

When Zhen Jiabao remembered that he was thinking of giving up such a delicious food today, he instantly felt like a fool.

It doesn't matter whether she is fat or not, the most important thing is to be happy.

Zhen Jiabao squinted his eyes and bit the tip of his chopsticks eating happily. He Lianquan felt relieved after watching.

"By the way, do you know that your idol challenged you in the game?"

He Lianquan, who couldn't understand Zhen Jiabao eating comfortably and felt dissatisfied with being served by Uncle Ji, inadvertently dropped a bomb at her.

"what?"

Zhen Jiabao was startled, and almost choked on the food in his mouth, so he quickly calmed himself down, and opened his eyes wide to look at Helian Quan, who looked normal.

"Are you kidding me? My idol hasn't appeared in a long time, how could he challenge me..."

The more Zhen Jiabao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, pouted over He Lianquan, already convinced that He Lianquan was deceiving him.

He Lianquan lightly took a mouthful of rice, and said to Zhen Jiabao lightly, "You can see for yourself after a while? Why would I lie to you?"

Zhen Jiabao glanced suspiciously at He Lianquan twice, and saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he believed it.

Speeding up his meal, Zhen Jiabao thought about going online to take a look after finishing his meal.

That's her idol!The idol who has always been hidden!
Zhen Jiabao was aroused by He Lianquan's words, and wished he could put down his job and run to the study to open the game and take a look, but He Lianquan stopped him coldly.

"Eat your meal well, otherwise you won't touch the computer all day today."

Helian Quan calmly threatened Zhen Jiabao, and Zhen Jiabao tightly clenched the chopsticks in his hand unwillingly.

"I don't even want to go now..."

Besides, he chose to talk about this matter when he was eating, didn't he do it on purpose!
Zhen Jiabao became awkward, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that Helian Quan's behavior was naive, but Xishan Villa was Helian Quan's domain after all, and if he got angry, Zhen Jiabao was afraid that he would really cut off his network.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, the spoon in Zhen Jiabao's hand was stirring unconsciously in the soup bowl, and he deeply felt that life for unemployed women was really difficult.

Even surfing the Internet had to look at other people's eyes, Zhen Jiabao sighed, feeling very sad.

He Lianquan looked at Zhen Jiabao's drooping little head, and felt secretly sour.

Isn't it just to ask her to watch the situation in the game later. Could it be that going online for a while at night can make her so entangled?

It never occurred to him how far Zhen Jiabao's thoughts had deviated. He Lianquan was just jealous because Zhen Jiabao's "idol" position in his heart was too high.

Zhen Jiabao thought for a while indignantly, and felt more and more that Helian Quan was too much, and he lost interest in even taking the food in his mouth.

arbitrary!

Zhen Jiabao chewed a piece of spare ribs and gritted his teeth viciously.

Dictatorship!

fascist!
Zhen Jiabao complained about He Lianquan's atrocities in his heart. Although he knew in his heart that many things were caused by her putting an unwarranted hat on Helian Quan, Zhen Jiabao, who was threatened, ignored it.

When the meal was almost over, Zhen Jiabao also had concerns in his heart.

It is said that women hold up half the sky, so Zhen Jiabao decided to regroup and start working.

At least I can't go through this kind of life where I have to worry about being disconnected from the Internet. Zhen Jiabao feels sorry for him and feels that he must gain self-reliance as soon as possible.

"Helian Quan, I have something to tell you."

Zhen Jiabao put down the bowl first, wiped his mouth and said seriously to Helian Quan.

He Lianquan didn't know it, and thought that Zhen Jiabao was angry because he didn't let her play the game immediately, so he put down his chopsticks and listened attentively.

Unexpectedly, he heard something that surprised him from Zhen Jiabao's mouth. Zhen Jiabao hesitated for a while and said decisively to He Lianquan: "I want to go out to work."

"...Well, the awareness is good."

He Lianquan responded indifferently after being surprised for a few seconds. Although he was a little surprised by Zhen Jiabao's decision, he did not resist.

And what the hell is that phrase "good awareness"?Could it be that He Lianquan thought that he would be a rice bug who couldn't work and make money in the Xishan villa?

Zhen Jiabao wrinkled his face, twitched his fingers and continued to speak boldly to He Lianquan.

"I want to be a reporter!"

Zhen Jiabao told He Lianquan about his thoughts that he had seriously calculated before, and as expected, He Lianquan looked sideways at him.

"Tell me again what are you going to do?"

He Lianquan's voice was deep and dangerous, and Zhen Jiabao couldn't help trembling when he heard it, and his momentum weakened all of a sudden.

"I say……"

After Zhen Jiabao opened his mouth weakly, he felt that his immediate cowardice was a failure, so he held up his momentum and said to He Lianquan confidently: "I said I want to be a reporter, what's wrong?"

He Lianquan slapped his big palm on the table with a cold face, and said in a deep voice, "Don't go."

Doesn't she know how journalists work every day?
Come and go in the wind and rain, it may take a long time to get an interview opportunity for a piece of news, not to mention that Xin Ya's newspaper is just in its infancy, and there is no way to get an interview at all. If Zhen Jiabao really went there Most of the work is to be as busy as those reporters who carry cameras every day.

Compared with these, the publicity that the reporter industry has to face is not a problem. He Lianquan very doubts whether Zhen Jiabao, who has never done any hard work since childhood, is really qualified for the job of a reporter.

Besides, even if Zhen Jiabao was really competent, He Lianquan didn't want her to bear the hard work in his heart.

On this point, Uncle Ji and He Lianquan have the same idea, and Uncle Ji’s idea is even simpler. He can feel sorry for Zhen Jiabao when Zhen Jiabao plays games every day, let alone she asks to go out to work. .

What a hardworking and brave lady, Uncle Ji also offered words of advice after shedding tears of bitterness in his heart.

"Ma'am, if you want to work, you have many choices. Why do you want to be a hard-working and tiring reporter? Even if you don't want to rely on the young master's ability, there are still..."

Uncle Ji mistakenly thought that Zhen Jiabao wanted to be a reporter because he didn't want to rely on Helian Quan's power, but Zhen Jiabao interrupted his advice with a smile.

She has always been [-]% patient with Uncle Ji, Zhen Jiabao. She explained that her best friend Xinya just opened a newspaper, and she also has shares in it. Wouldn't it be a good time to go to work.

Having said that, Uncle Ji still did not give up and wanted Zhen Jiabao to dispel this idea.

"Master, you should persuade Madam as well."

Uncle Ji saw that he couldn't persuade Zhen Jiabao, so he could only turn his gaze to He Lianquan, thinking that he would give Zhen Jiabao's idea back, but Helian Quan thought for a while with a cold face and said seriously to Zhen Jiabao: "You have decided ?”

As soon as Zhen Jiabao heard his tone loosen, he felt that he might have changed his mind, and immediately assured him with frowned eyebrows and confidence: "Of course I have decided, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to do this job well..."

"It's not impossible for you to be a reporter..."

He Lianquan whispered to Zhen Jiabao that as his words fell to the ground, Uncle Ji's face became darker and darker, but Zhen Jiabao's expression became brighter and brighter.

He Lianquan glanced at the look on Zhen Jiabao's face, and added: "However, I also have something to say, if you really become a reporter, there will be a curfew for you from now on, you must return to the office before nine o'clock in the evening every day. In the villa, is there a problem?"

Zhen Jiabao almost immediately wanted to refute He Lianquan's dogmatism: It is common for journalists to work day and night, and besides, there are so many things that happen at night, such as receptions, which one can end before nine o'clock?

Isn't this embarrassing?

However, He Lianquan added before Zhen Jiabao could refute: "At the same time, I also promise that I will try my best to come back before this time every day. As the president of Diyan, if I can make this promise, I think you will not refuse."

He Lianquan choked on Zhen Jiabao's words and didn't know what to say for a while.

How could she refuse this!He Lianquan had already started to use his own identity to suppress her. If she said that she couldn't come back before nine o'clock, it would mean that she didn't know what to do.

She, Zhen Jiabao, was not so stupid.