The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Xiao Chuchu sneered, "You will never win in this life, and I will never fall in love with you!"

Li Zijie was not annoyed, "I have plenty of time for you to fall in love with me."

The more she said that, the stronger his desire to conquer.

He was looking forward to the day when she fell in love with him.

"Marry me, this is the only condition, otherwise there is no discussion."

Xiao Chuchu looked at the glittering ring on the table, her frown never loosened.

She really didn't expect Li Zijie to make such a request.

But a little more than she expected.

She thought he would make more excessive demands...

Xiao Chuchu pondered.

She wasn't thinking about agreeing or not, because she had to agree to this request.

The most urgent task now is to get the painting in hand.

Li Zijie kept staring at her, and he couldn't tell from her expression that she was paying attention, but he had a faint feeling in his heart that she was planning something.

After about a few minutes, Xiao Chuchu raised her eyes and looked at him after serious consideration.

Her lips moved, "Okay, I promise to marry you."

Suddenly, Li Zijie's peach blossom eyes overflowed with surprise.

The heart also suddenly beat irregularly and flustered.

Still a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, he looked like a young boy, with the corners of his mouth raised high in excitement.

He really didn't think he would have such a reaction.

Fortunately, he has already controlled his emotions after a long time in the mall, otherwise he will definitely lose his composure in front of her.

Li Zijie stopped the smile on the corner of his mouth and the excitement in his eyes in time, and faced her in his usual state.

After Xiao Chuchu agreed to marry him, her eyes were half downcast, so naturally she didn't see the joy in his eyes.

When she raised her eyes again, she continued, "However, I also have a request."

"What is it?"

"Give me the painting now, or I won't marry you even if I die."

"it is good."

At this time Li Zijie was very talkative, not only because she agreed to marry him, but also because she fulfilled her request very well and could give her paintings at any time.

Anyway, he had no shortage of threats to her.

But unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not threaten her.

Similarly, he is unwilling to use such a method.

He didn't want the distance between them to grow farther and farther.

Li Zijie opened the cabinet under the desk, took out the painting and handed it to her.

Xiao Chuchu opened the painting. She had seen Wen Jing's painting at the auction site before, and after confirming that it was Wen Jing's painting, she put it aside.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out to take out the ring from the box and was about to put it on his hand.

She also expressed an attitude, otherwise he, who was already scheming, would definitely find out that she was planning something.

However, just as the ring was taken out of the box, it was snatched away by Li Zijie.

"I wear the ring myself. Come on, my husband will put it on for you."

After all, he took her hand.

Xiao Chuchu retracted her hand uncomfortably, but he held it tightly.

At the same time, he questioned what he just said, "husband?"

When the word 'husband' came out of Xiao Chuchu's mouth, Li Zijie was stunned for a moment, looked at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were vast and deep, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Hey, wife."

Xiao Chuchu had a cold face, "I didn't call you, we are not married yet, please don't put those two words on yourself, and don't call me... Wife."

"You have to call sooner or later, and you can get used to it if you call in advance." Li Zijie raised his eyebrows, "Honey, call my husband again."

"Li Zijie, don't go too far!"

Angrily, Xiao Chuchu withdrew her hand vigorously, but she couldn't break free from his hand in the end.

Li Zijie sighed helplessly, "Okay, I allow you to call me husband after you get married, don't move now, I'll put the ring on for you."

Xiao Chuchu stopped struggling, and looked at him indifferently, as if she was not the one who was about to put on the ring, but a bystander.