The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Wen Jing burst into tears when she heard Xiao Chuchu call her 'little mirror'.

This is her nickname since she was a child. Who gave it to her?

She vaguely remembered that it seemed to be taken by a neighbor when she was a child, and it seemed that he was still a boy.

When I heard my good friend call me my nickname again, I felt very kind in my heart, as if I went back to their high school days.

Xiao Chuchu didn't understand why she was crying?

He could only keep patting her quilt to persuade her not to cry.

But when I heard her say why she was crying, I couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me Little Mirror!"

Xiao Chuchu was amused by her.

The driver in front looked at the two girls in the back row from time to time. Sometimes he was decisive, and sometimes he cried and laughed, but he didn't get out of the car. He had reached his destination for a minute, and he couldn't get in the conversation.

Finally, he coughed heavily, "Two beauties."

Hearing the sound, Xiao Chuchu raised her eyes and looked over, "What are you doing?"

"We've arrived at the Red Pavilion."

Red Pavilion?

Xiao Chuchu saw the building outside the car window, it was really a red building, why did she drive the car here?

Did she say to come here?

Forget it, don't worry about it, she paid the fare, and walked into the Red Pavilion with Wen Jing.

As soon as she walked into the red hall, she found that the inside of the red hall seemed a little different today, and all the staff were full of energy.

The welcome at the door has a standard smile and a loud voice. In the past, the welcome etiquette was standard, but now it seems to be more sonorous.

Xiao Chuchu went directly to Beichen Yuqing's special VIP room the past few times, but he didn't come here on purpose today, he just ate in the public restaurant.

It just so happened that I missed the meal last time, so I will make up for it now.

Wen Jing looked at the gorgeously decorated Red Pavilion, and marveled for a while, "Chuchu, it seems quite expensive here, are you sure we want to eat here?"

"It's all here, let's eat here, the taste is very good."

Not long after ordering, the waiter came to serve the meal.

Wen Jing hadn't been able to eat or sleep well in the past two days because of the dropout, and now she was beaten up by Xiao Chuchu and regained her vitality.

Looking at a table of sumptuous food, my appetite increased greatly.

Take the knife and fork to cut off large chunks of steak and stuff it into your mouth.

Of course, during the meal, Wen Jing went on to explain in detail how she got here in the past three years in Independence Island.

Her task is Papa Gu. In fact, Papa Gu is strong and strong. Instead of taking care of her, it is better to find someone to chat with.

Papa Gu usually still manages official business, but he does it behind the scenes.

Gu Yichi will handle all public affairs.

Wen Jing didn't know what the Gu family did at first. She thought it was a bodyguard company. After all, there would be a lot of tall, muscular people with blue arms, or those who didn't show their arms and wore black clothes and sunglasses. People, coming in and out of Gu's house.

It took a long time for her to understand what the Gu family did and how powerful they were in Independent Island.

The Gu family is the biggest black owl in the Independence Continent, calling the wind and rain in the Independence Continent, covering the sky with one hand.

Wen Jing was stunned at first, she never thought that Gu Yichi's background is the son of the independent Zhou Xiao~Wang.

After knowing the identity of the Gu family, she trembled for more than half a month, especially when talking with Gu's father, her voice consciously became softer, and her words became less and less. It's much more silent.

When I saw Papa Gu, I felt scared in my heart, and I worried every day whether they would chop their hands and stomp my feet that day.

Her worries are unnecessary, Papa Gu treats her very well.

She slowly breathed a sigh of relief and learned to cook and do housework.

Papa Gu quite liked her cooking.

Sometimes when Gu's father is not busy, he will tell her about Gu Yichi's childhood.

Three years passed day after day, until Papa Gu passed away, and she cried a lot at that time.