The Warm Wife of a Rich Family: The CEO's No. 1 New Favorite

"Dear guests, welcome to our No.11 National Woodcarving Competition. The competition is about to begin. In order to maintain order on the field, please stop communicating, turn off your mobile phone or turn it to silent mode, thank you for your cooperation."

After the organizer gave a speech, introduced the judges and guests, introduced the special guests, and finally encouraged the contestants, the competition finally started.

"There are a total of ten works participating in our competition. First of all, the first one to enter the stage is our excellent work by Mr. Zhou - stealing peaches one after another..."

Because she grew up with Zuo An, Wen Wen knows a thing or two about woodcarving. However, under the influence of Zuo An for many years, she still has not reached the level of love for wood carving. Apart from the difference in shape, workmanship and materials, Wen Wen and I can't tell the difference between the works and the difference between them. To put it more directly, if it is not because of the expectation of Zuo An's works and the fruits of her hard work, she probably would not have come to watch the woodcarving competition.

She knew that Zuo An had waited for three years for this woodcarving competition, and his strength had become unbelievable under these three years of continuous training. She put her hands together and silently prayed for Zuo An. She believed that Zuo An's Paying will definitely pay off.

One by one, the thick gold-edged red cloth covering the glass vessels of the works was lifted, and the works were displayed in front of people, followed by exclamations one after another.

Wen Wen didn't take it seriously, she frowned, wondering when Zuo An's works would be brought to the stage.

"The next work is "The Nuclear Boat" brought by Mr. Zuo. Please enjoy it."

Finally, Zuo An's work was pushed onto the stage, and the man on the seat tightened his clothes with excitement. In fact, Zuo An on stage was even more nervous.

Regarding Zuo An’s works, there were a lot of comments below, listen carefully, some are praising his innovation of combining the nuclear boat and the Titanic, some are praising the meticulous carving, almost no negative comments, Wenwen first raised the corners of her mouth and chuckled, but she had to cover her mouth and snicker behind her. She couldn't help being happy for Zuo An, while Zuo An on stage was just trying to keep calm, not knowing what everyone said about him. How, he felt uneasy about the unknown.

After a long time, after Zuo An finished introducing his work, the next work was pushed to the audience, "This is the work brought by Mr. Feng—the boat."

The red cloth that covered it was lifted, and the moment Zuo An saw the wood carving inside, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide in surprise—this work was exactly the same as his own!Although the workmanship is slightly different, the shape and design are exactly the same.

Wenwen was stunned for a moment, with a dazed look on her face, she glanced at Zuoan, and the other side's face was also full of doubts
"What's going on here? How can it be exactly the same?" The audience became restless.

"Yeah, could it be a mistake?" Another voice said.

"Isn't this too substandard?" Someone began to reprimand loudly, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet!" Uncle Jiu, the oldest judge, stood up from his seat, his voice was old and majestic, "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, our entries are all on-site. Therefore, we did not check whether there are any similarities between the works before going on stage, but now that there is such an urgent situation, we can only deal with it according to the competition rules!"

Zuo An took a deep breath when he heard this, and dealt with it according to the rules of the competition. This situation will...

"According to Article No.30 of the entry rules, two contestants with the same work will be disqualified, and the competition will continue!" Uncle Jiu added.

"What?" Zuo An couldn't help roaring, he should be angry, his painstaking efforts, the fruits of his hard work, were ruined in the end, he tried to control his emotions, but ultimately failed.

"That guy is definitely plagiarizing! Judges please decide carefully!" Zuo An rushed directly onto the stage from the backstage, roaring loudly, his eye sockets turned red with excitement, and his fists were tightly clenched in anger.

"Please respect the decision of the judges, security! Come and deal with it!" The master of ceremonies glanced at him lightly and frowned tightly. She didn't expect that the seemingly personable Zuo An would do such an impulsive and reckless thing.

Two security guards soon came to the field. They firmly clasped Zuo An's arm and forced him to walk down. They looked at Zuo An's unusually indifferent eyes, very worried.

"Let go! I'll go by myself!" Zuo An roared, swung his powerful arm violently, broke free from the shackles of the security guards, and ran towards the exit of the hall.

Wenwen stood up anxiously, and ran outside as well.

It was raining heavily outside, but Wenwen didn't see Zuo An all the way.

"Left bank!" Wen Wen shouted.

no answer.

"Left bank!" Steadily increased the volume.

Still no answer.

Probably rushed into the rain, I guessed it.

Now that he didn't care so much, he found an umbrella from his bag steadily and rushed out.

This was the first time she saw Zuo An so angry, seeing him completely out of control, her heart was clenched tightly, she recalled the last time Zuo An was angry, he punched a big tree until she When I found him, his hand was already bloody and bloody destroyed by himself, it was unsightly, this incident had such a great impact on him, Wenwen was really afraid that he would do something stupid.

Zuo An frantically ran in the rain, the icy rain hit his face indiscriminately, the rain soaked his shirt and stuck it to his skin, it was very uncomfortable, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know where he was going. How far has he run? He is venting his anger in this way aimlessly. Apart from venting his anger, he is still paying homage to his dead love.

The rain changed from pouring rain to light rain, and he finally felt tired, so he stopped and sat on a chair at the bus stop next to him.

After the heavy rain washed away, he didn't seem to feel that he was very sad, he just felt that something disappeared in his heart, as if the flame that had been supporting him was blown out all at once, he lazily leaned on the notice board On the ground, just staring coldly at the falling raindrops in mid-air, he even felt that he also fell with him, quietly, slowly falling, until destroyed, until disappearing.

Today's Zuo An is no longer the sun that illuminates and warms others. He is like a huge piece of ice, a shell that has lost its soul. He wants to feel a little bit, everything is good, just a little feeling, let him feel It's good that I'm still alive.

Is this what heartbreak feels like?
So sad.

Who can help me?
He gradually felt tired, he couldn't tell whether it was mental exhaustion or physical exhaustion, and finally he closed his eyes slowly.

"Zuo An, Zuo An, wake up." A sweet voice.

He heard someone shouting loudly, and then kept pushing and shoving him. He opened his eyes reflexively, and the lights of the stand pierced into his eyeballs. It took him a lot of effort to recognize it. The face of the man in front of him.

"Xiaochi." He said softly. "Why are you here?"

"I still have to ask you!" Wenwen called Wenwen and explained what happened in general. Xiaochi, who had been worried all the time, hurried out of the house to help find someone.

"Hmm..." Zuo An said nothing, with drooping eyelids, like a kitten that was abandoned outside, Xiao Chi saw his decadent appearance, his heart seemed to be lying in boiling water, and his heart ached to death.

"Stop sitting here, hurry up!" Xiaochi ordered, and patted the back seat of the little eDonkey heavily.

Zuo An was in a daze, but he was very obedient and didn't resist. He raised his long legs and stepped onto Xiaochi's small electric donkey.

"Hurry up! We're going home now!" Xiaochi said angrily

"En." Zuo An slowly hugged Xiaochi's waist, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Is this... saved?

"Ha Qiu" Zuo An sneezed unexpectedly. When Xiaochi sent him home, he was drenched, and the clothes on his body were tightly attached to his toned body, outlining a perfect muscle curve. It happened to Zuo An that day. The white shirt on the bed was the boyfriend's necessary white shirt. Xiaochi glanced at it secretly, but his face turned red like a shrimp suddenly thrown into boiling water.

"Hurry up and take a bath!" Seeing Zuo An who looked like a soaked chicken, Xiaochi hurriedly urged with his arms crossed and his eyes widened. She didn't want to see Zuo An collapse not only mentally, but also physically.

"Go, go!" Zuo An seemed a little overwhelmed, standing at the door, still indifferent, Xiaochi quickly pushed his back and said.

"Okay, okay." Zuo An couldn't resist Koike's strong offensive, dragged his heavy steps, and walked slowly towards the bathroom step by step.

Zuo An walked into the bathroom and adjusted the temperature to a moderate level. The warm water splashed down, bit by bit driving away the cold that had engulfed him. The water droplets slid across his silky, fit and firm skin, and his thoughts were hazy. becomes clear in the water arms.

Seeing Zuo An obediently going to take a bath, Xiaochi, who was outside, turned around and went into the kitchen. She picked up her mobile phone and googled it, and then began to make ginger tea for Zuo An to drive away the cold accumulated in her body due to the long-term rain.

She didn't know if Zuo An liked ginger, so she chopped ginger carefully, wrapped it in a gauze bag, and put it in a pot of boiling water. In this way, ginger can play its role, and people who don't like ginger , and don’t need to eat ginger slices, after simmering for a while on low heat, throw in the soaked chrysanthemums, add an appropriate amount of honey, and continue to cook on high heat.

During this free time, Xiaochi took out his mobile phone and made a call to Wenwen.

"Wenwen, I found the left bank. I was too anxious just now and forgot to call you." Knowing that Wenwen must be worried, Xiaochi said straight to the point.