The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

"If Young Master Jin married Xiao Chuchu, wouldn't there be no one around Young Master Beichen?"

"But, she is not by Master Beichen's side now, how can we let her go?"

"Now is now, according to Young Master Beichen's family background, how could it be possible to marry her into the family, Young Master Beichen is just a passing interest, she will be dumped sooner or later!" Ye Meimei said firmly. "It's better to marry that girl earlier, so that I won't get angry thinking about her all day long!"

She wanted to find time to talk to her sister-in-law.

Song Yelin didn't expect that her mother would have the same idea as her, it's okay, with her mother's support, she felt much more at ease.

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After eating in the Red Pavilion, Xiao Chuchu and Beichen Yuqing went back to Mid-Levels.

He seems to be in a good mood today, especially easy to talk to. He will agree to any request she makes, as long as it is not too much.

So, it made her boldly say at bedtime to tell him to fuck off to his room.

Because she felt that this request was not too much.

However, Beichen Yuqing did not agree.

Xiao Chuchu looked at the man standing by the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, "You drove me here before, and now you come here to live with me, why do you have an empty room?" !"

Beichen Yuqing looked like she was begging for a beating, with a wicked smile on her lips, "Then we can go back to live, I can do it, I'll listen to your arrangement."

She put her hands on her hips angrily, "I want you to come out of the bathroom now, and I want to go in and take a shower."

"it is good."

He didn't die and shamelessly said "together" or something, which made Xiao Chuchu look at him strangely.

It's very out of his style.

She couldn't figure out why.

Ever since he was in the red hall, he was very wrong, especially after he said the phrase 'I want to win', it seemed like a different person.

What is he going to win?

Xiao Chuchu picked up her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Although he was very talkative today, she was still worried and locked the door before taking a shower.

After washing, she stood in front of the mirror, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

Squeeze out the facial cleanser, spread it in the palm of your hand, then apply it on the face, and then the cleansing is not bad, she puts her head on the boiling water and washes it off with clean water.

Suddenly a message flashed in her mind, and she raised her head suddenly, she understood what Beichen Yuqing meant by 'I'm going to win'!

Bet!

In the past few days, she has been thinking about Xiao Shi, Xingdi's written test, and the meeting with Li Zimo, and she forgot about it.

But, she forgot, how did he think he was going to win?

Xiao Chuchu felt so confused.

She thought about the bet, it seemed that if he succeeded, she would openly admit that she was his lover, and if she won, he would let her live in a room alone, and he would have to eat a large box of cheap chocolate pie.

Now she already lives in a room alone!

This is her win!

Xiao Chuchu washed off the bubbles on her face a few times, wiped off the water on her feet, and rushed out confidently.

"Beichen Yuqing!"

When Beichen Yuqing heard her opening the door, and then heard her calling his name, there was interest in her eyes, "What's the matter, you called me so urgently, why do you want me to come in and help you?"

Xiao Chuchu came out and glanced at the man who usually sat on the sofa to work.

But at the moment he is not there.

Turning around again, he was already lying on the bed.

She angrily walked forward to the end of the bed, pointed at him, "Beichen Yuqing, get off my, my, bed!"

She clenched the word 'my' tightly.

He narrowed his eyes and noticed the word "possible", but he didn't take it seriously, and a mischievous smile appeared on his thin lips, "What's yours is mine, what's yours is mine."

"Oh, this room, this bed, is mine. Don't forget that you drove me into this room."

Hearing this, Beichen Yuqing withdrew her smile a little, pressed her bumpy temple, "What do you want to express?"