Sweet pet sweet wife: President, please sign the divorce

"I'm going to mess around."

The report fell in response, the pages flew, and finally fell silent.

Su Chenzhou leaned forward and put his hands on Ye Guiwan's side.

Ye Guiwan stared dumbfounded at Su Chenzhou's magnified handsome face, what's going on?

Aren't you talking about Qi Guang?Why did the discussion come to bed in a blink of an eye?

Ye Guiwan was not wearing the hospital gown with blue stripes, but comfortable cotton home clothes. With Su Chenzhou's slender fingers, he deftly undid the two buttons on her chest.

Ye Guiwan's chest line was faintly visible, she grabbed Su Chenzhou's hand that was about to continue making trouble.

"Su Chenzhou, I'm a patient now!"

Su Chenzhou raised his eyebrows, unmoved, "I see that you were very active in upholding justice for Mr. Lu just now?"

Ye Guiwan shyly avoided her face, "My stomach hurts, get up quickly."

Su Chenzhou let out a muffled laugh, and Ye Guiwan could feel the vibration in his chest from a distance.

He likes Ye Guiwan because of his shy look.

In other words, Su Chenzhou likes the way Ye Guiwan's emotions fluctuate for him.

And Ye Guiwan is purely because their postures are too ambiguous now, and Su Chenzhou's face is too lethal and blushing.

After all, Su Chenzhou got up because he was thinking about Ye Guiwan's body, but his eyes were heavy, he must eat and be satisfied next time.

Ye Guiwan, who was rejoicing that Su Chenzhou was still a gentleman, didn't know that he was like a bleating lamb on the grassland, and was already being targeted by hungry wolves.

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The next day, Su Chenzhou took Ye Guiwan back to the Lishan Villa. Ye Guiwan thought that after he was discharged from the hospital, his good days would come.

However, she thought too much.

Her diet still follows the nutritionist's set, and what's even more frightening is that the family doctor is watching her almost 24 hours a day.

What's even scarier, as long as Ye Guiwan doesn't eat the nutritious but a little unpalatable food prepared by the nutritionist.

The housekeeper and a room full of maids looked at her with tears in their eyes, saying that it was difficult for them to explain what Su Chenzhou knew.

Under such pitiful eyes, Ye Guiwan's sense of guilt climbed up, the sadness in his heart flowed like a river, and he still had to eat a nutritious meal one bite at a time.

Ye Guiwan felt that she was really suffering.

She especially wants to know when she can go back to filming, well, the key point is when can she eat pig's trotters, steak, spicy crayfish, octopus balls...

Just as Ye Guiwan was thinking this way, the person who answered her confusion came.

Many years later, on a talk show.

Tan Ziyue recalled the first time she met Ye Guiwan, and said this.

She said that the way she looked at me every night was like seeing a relative she hadn't seen in eight lifetimes.

Oh, no, it should be that I haven't eaten in eight lifetimes, and I happen to be a serving of her favorite spicy crayfish.

Therefore, the first meeting between gold medal manager Tan Ziyue and artist Ye Guiwan took place when Ye Guiwan was desperate for delicious food.

"We met for the first time, please allow me to introduce myself again, my name is Tan Ziyue, and I will be your manager."

Tan Ziyue's appearance is not as elegant and cold as Yu Chaozhao's, it's a bit ordinary, but it makes people feel very comfortable, especially when she smiles, it makes people want to get close to her.

The roof garden on the roof of the villa is already autumn, but it is still in full bloom here.

Ye Guiwan smiled slightly, "I am Ye Guiwan."

They will rest their pillows on the autumn sunshine and plan Ye Guiwan's future acting life.