The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Beichen Yuqing took the report and handed it to Xiao Chuchu without opening it himself.

"What are you doing for me?" She didn't answer.

"Let you know how strong my body is! You don't have to worry about something going wrong." He brought her gaze down...

Xiao Chuchu glanced quickly, then immediately looked away, and suddenly her face turned red again.

It's normal to hear this at first, but why did it change when he said it, is her thinking being led astray by him or he assimilated her?

No, no, she has to purify her mind, so staying away from him is the most correct way.

Beichen Yuqing smiled playfully, and raised her hand to give her a thump on the head, "I'm talking about your worried head, where did you go to make your face so red."

"I... all I think about is your head."

"is it?"

"Yeah, what do you think I'm thinking?"

"I thought you thought what I thought."

Xiao Chuchu glared at him, seeing the smile on the corner of his lips, which was very flattering.

The two of you talked one sentence at a time, completely ignoring the people in the room.

Dick waved them all back with a tactful gesture.

Soon, only Beichen Yuqing and Xiao Chuchu were left in the living room.

Xiao Chuchu said she was going to sleep, but he didn't stop him, lying beside her and watching her sleep.

This made her unable to sleep, and sat up again to argue with him.

Beichen Yuqing spoke unhurriedly. He didn't think it was a quarrel, but it was more like the most normal communication.

Seeing that Xiao Chuchu lost the gloom she had during the meal just now, she suddenly let go of her worries.

At this moment, they were bickering, and there was a warm warmth in his heart.

I never thought that weekends could be so much fun.

In the past, he either worked on weekends or drank alone in the private bar of the Red Pavilion or went to banquets to pass the time.

Anyway, no matter what you do, it's not as interesting as it is now.

After arguing and arguing, Xiao Chuchu herself was tired of arguing, so she stopped talking to him.

Beichen Yuqing was talking excitedly, but suddenly she didn't speak, and he didn't feel bored either.

Because it was fun to just stare at her.

Unknowingly, the time was approaching one o'clock, and the servant came up and knocked on the door to ask if he wanted lunch.

Xiao Chuchu still had no appetite, but she was suppressed by Beichen Yuqing.

Now, in order to cater to the tastes of the young master and Miss Xiao, the kitchen simply prepares Chinese food and Western food together.

She chose to eat Western food at noon because she suddenly wanted to chew meat.

Naturally, Beichen Yuqing ate the same food as her.

His posture of pulling and pulling the steak is very standard, and he looks quite elegant, and he doesn't make a sound of smacking his mouth when chewing to make others feel disgusted.

On the other hand, Xiao Chuchu, the steak was pulled into a big piece, and her mouth was so big that she stuffed it in one bite, and sometimes she couldn't even chew it.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you, take a small bite, and worry about choking."

As a result, as soon as the words were finished, she really choked.

Beichen Yuqing had no choice but to pour her a glass of water in a hurry.

After drinking half a glass of water, she recovered.

Xiao Chuchu let out a breath, and said to him, "Crow's mouth!"

"..."

How could it be his fault?He just reminds.

But he didn't care about it, brought her steak over, helped her cut the steak into small pieces and brought it back to her.

After eating and drinking, Dick whispered something in Beichen Yuqing's ear, and then the master and servant went to the study together.

Xiao Chuchu nestled on the sofa in the living room, listening to the songs played on the music channel.

After playing four or five songs, her eyes were attracted by the scenery outside the window.

Coupled with the song played at this time and the scene outside the window, she suddenly wanted to record it.

Just do what you say, after half a day, she finally has something to do, otherwise she wouldn't know how to spend the afternoon, and she didn't want to quarrel with that man again.