The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Qiao Anhao snorted, knowing that Yu Liang was shy, so she stopped asking this question, and instead asked Uncle Lin when the meal was served, Uncle Lin said that it was almost ready, so An Hao took Yu Liang to go with her Dining room too.

Because at noon, Yu Liang and An Hao just ate together, and they didn't cook a lot of dishes. An Hao couldn't get too greasy, so they just boiled porridge.

As for Yu Liang's taste, it was rather bland, so he didn't cook any dishes with strong flavors. The two of them chatted while eating, and the time passed quite quickly.

In the afternoon, although she was busy with work in the studio, she hinted that Yu Liang was afraid that Anhao would be bored so she stayed away, but Anhao didn't want to delay Yu Liang's affairs, so she urged her to finish her business first. As for other things Let's talk later.

Yu Liang couldn't help but Anhao said that she was going to take a nap, so she could only go back to work on the work in the studio, but she knew that Anhao said that on purpose, so she liked the caring Qiao Anhao even more in her heart.

At the same time, she proposed to give Qiao Anhao a share in the studio, but Anhao refused, saying that she could take the money to buy a share, but she would just give her the stock and forget it.

Yu Liang just smiled and said that we will talk about it next time. In her opinion, even if Qiao Anhao is given half of the studio, she can accept it.

Not for anything else, just because Qiao An is so worth it.

After Yu Liang left, Qiao Anhao lay dead in the living room, feeling extremely bored.

In the end, I can only go back to my old business, pick up my mobile phone and read all kinds of novels, such as the little maid of my domineering president.

As for the other side, in the Lu Group's president's office, Shen Chenling was lying on his back on Lu Yisheng's sofa, supporting his head with one hand. The pink shirt was unbuttoned three times, revealing the fair skin inside. Coupled with that overly neutral but handsome face, it is really attractive.

But Lu Yisheng didn't even give Shen Chenling a look. On the contrary, he frowned. His slender fingers pinched the pen and gently landed on the page, leaving a small black spot.

The angular side face is like a carved work of art, with sharp eyebrows, deep eye sockets, three-dimensional facial features showing a proud indifference, the light blue pupils glanced coldly at Shen Chenling, and then Slowly withdrew his gaze.

But it was such an understatement that Shen Chenling, who was not upright, immediately sat up straight. She always felt that those eyes were about to eat him, icy cold.

Shen Chenling swallowed, and was so irritated by the look just now, she justified herself, "Brother Lu, I'm still sick, don't torment me!"

Lu Yisheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with Shen Chenling, put down the pen in his hand, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

It made Shen Chenling, who didn't know where Lu Yisheng was provoked, hang in his heart that he didn't come.

"Brother Lu, I"

"I have something to do for you." Lu Yisheng interrupted Shen Chenling, there was a cold light in his deep eyes, but his lazy tone contained an undeniable coercion.

Shen Chenling shrunk his neck, he still rarely saw Lu Yicheng like this, like a black panther looking down at people with disdain, it looked elegant, but extremely ferocious.

So he licked his lips and asked, "What's the matter?"