After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Wen Zhihe: “???”

It seems like I listened, but it also seems like I didn’t listen?

Seeing that Mrs. Meng was determined to do so, she could not care less. She would leave here in a year, and it was Mrs. Meng's freedom to call her whatever she wanted. She thought that if she continued to force her, it would be difficult for her, so she just let Mrs. Meng call her whatever she wanted.

Wen Zhihe looked at Mrs. Meng with a smile on her face, "Okay then."

After completing the task assigned to her by Fu Yuheng, Mrs. Meng respectfully greeted Wen Zhihe and left the second floor.

Wen Zhihe took new toiletries and walked into the bathroom.

Standing in the bathroom, she opened the new packaging bag and took out a set of pink toiletries.

It is very pink and girly. The wash cup is in the shape of a pink bunny and the toothbrush is also in the shape of a pink bunny. It looks very cute and she likes it very much.

However, just looking at the set of toiletries in front of him, Wen Zhihe thought that they must be very expensive.

Things like what he bought are probably not cheap and cannot be cheap.

The cup and toothbrush were made of materials she had never used before.

The toothbrush was very soft and did not prick her mouth. The toothbrushes she had used before were very cheap ones that only cost one or two dollars. They were completely different in performance from the toothbrush in front of her.

Wen Zhihe hurried to wash up.

Wen Zhihe straightened her clothes in front of the mirror and walked down to the second floor.

From a distance, she saw a very cold ice sculpture sitting in front of the dining table.

Fu Yuheng sat at the dining table, eating his breakfast slowly.

The old lady was still resting and the door of her bedroom on the first floor was still closed.

The servants were all busy with their own work. When they saw her coming down from upstairs, they all respectfully called her "Young Madam" and greeted her politely.

Wen Zhihe also responded politely.

She was still not used to being called Young Madam.

Wen Zhihe walked to the dining table and said, "Good morning, Mr. Fu."

She smiled and greeted Fu Yuheng. Fu Yuheng opened his eyelids, glanced at her, said nothing, and hummed indifferently. Then he spoke indifferently and said to her, "Good morning."

Wen Zhihe thought he wouldn't speak, but she didn't expect him to respond to her.

Wen Zhihe didn't want to sit next to him because it was too cold, so she chose a seat farther away from him.

She had just sat down and hadn't warmed up the ground under the chair when a very cold voice suddenly sounded in Wen Zhihe's ears.

"Come here." The tone was unquestionable, as if ordering her to come over.

Fu Yuheng put down the financial newspaper in his hand and patted the seat beside him with his long, bony hands.

The words spoken are like a cold sword, forcing people to obey.

When Wen Zhihe heard this, his body shook reflexively.

How could this man be so overbearing!

She can sit wherever she wants, why does she have to sit next to him!

Is there gold around him? Will he become a millionaire if he sits there? Will he never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life?

Just sit down and speak in such a cold voice.

But she saw someone looking at her with eyes as cold as ice.

It was as if he was going to kill her if he didn't sit over there.

It was so cold that she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

In the end, Wen Zhihe's arms were no match for his thighs, so he obeyed his orders.

She could only pull out the chair, put it back in its place, and obediently walk over to sit next to him.

Sitting next to Fu Yuheng, she was in a tense state and her body seemed to be infected by him and felt a little cold.

Wen Zhihe always felt that the chair under his butt seemed a little hot.

She was so hot that she couldn't sit still. She really wanted to stay away from him. She didn't want to be so close to him.

Stay away from such an unkind big block of ice.

Being so close to him, her breathing became faster.

At this time, Mrs. Meng came over and stood beside Wen Zhihe, and said respectfully, "Madam, do you want a Western or Chinese breakfast?"

She has never had any Western breakfast and has always eaten Chinese food.

In the morning, she would have some soup and steamed buns with a small portion of pickles. This was what she often ate at home and it was also the best meal she had ever had.

If her parents were in a good mood, she could eat steamed buns and pickles.

But when they were in a bad mood, she couldn't even drink water, let alone eat, and had to go hungry.

It was common for her to be hungry, so she had a bad stomach since she was a child and often suffered from stomach pain. She could only endure it silently because no one cared about her life or death, let alone concern about her.

Wen Zhihe looked at the man in front of her. There was a glass of milk, a few slices of bread, and some fresh fruit and vegetable salad on the table. He ate very elegantly.

She had never eaten that, let alone seen it. She didn't know whether the western food was good or not, and how it tasted. Wen Zhihe looked at the western food in front of Fu Yuheng, and it didn't seem to be very filling.

If she wants to work, she has to eat enough food.

This way you will have enough energy to work and won't faint from hunger.

Before, she often didn’t have enough to eat at home and had to do a lot of work.

After finishing the housework, I still have to go out to work and earn money.

I often faint from hunger due to lack of food and physical exhaustion.

Besides, she probably wouldn't be used to Western-style breakfast.

Wen Zhihe smiled, looked up at Mrs. Meng and said, "Mrs. Meng, I'll just have Chinese food."

Mrs. Meng stood beside her, clasped her hands on her belly, and nodded respectfully, "Okay, Madam, please wait a moment."

After saying this, Mrs. Meng left the dining table, walked into the kitchen, and started to get busy.

Wen Zhihe raised her eyes and quietly looked at the man beside her.

From her position, she could only see the profile of his face.

Just looking at her profile, she is so beautiful that she is almost enchanting.

How can a boy be so handsome? As good-looking as TV stars? No, to be more precise, he looks even better than TV stars.

He is good-looking, but his face is too cold. Maybe that is his personality.

Some people are lively and talkative, while some people are quiet and reserved, just like him.

His eyes narrowed slightly beneath his handsome brows, looking at the financial newspaper in his hand.

He was wearing a black suit and a tie of the same color.

There is a hint of coldness hidden in the clear and distant eyebrows.

His face was like an ice sculpture, sitting next to her.

Wen Zhihe also felt the chill emanating from him.

I couldn't help but shrink back.

If she sits like this to eat a meal, she will probably freeze into an ice sculpture.

It doesn't take a while.

Mrs. Meng had already prepared the lunch that Wen Zhihe had requested, so she came to Wen Zhihe carrying the fragrant breakfast.

He gently placed it on the table in front of her and said, "Young Madam, please enjoy your meal."

Wen Zhihe looked at her with curved eyes and said, "Thank you, Sister Meng."

How could Mrs. Meng dare to accept her thanks? "You are too polite, Madam."