There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

Confessing that the opposite party continued to stare at Helianwei's movements, Helianquan hung up the phone without saying anything else. His long-term planning was just for the present——does he really hate Chen so much?

No, he hated Helianwei the most from the beginning to the end, and he tried his best to let him taste the feeling of being betrayed, and let him know what kind of filth is hidden in the love he pursued in this life.

Of course, now that Su Luomei has returned to the country, most likely she wants to use the money taken from his foolish father to cheer Chen up again...

Also a fool, Helian Quan sighed.

Wouldn't it be good to stay at Helian's house?Although the old man doesn't want to see him, Helianwei is sincere to her. In the future, when the old man dies, she will be her Mrs. Helian in a glorious manner. I am afraid that even if Helianquan succeeds as the head of the family at that time, he will not be able to disobey Helian Wei's will.

That's why he came up with this bad plan, using Su Luomei's most caring Chen family as bait, but he never expected that he would actually fish Su Luomei back to the country.

Now that he had returned to the country, Helian Quan tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, and the corners of his mouth drew a cold arc.

Don't blame him for being ruthless, Su Luomei.

He has a cavity of hatred waiting to avenge his mother.

Calculating the time, Su Luomei's plane should be arriving in China soon, so He Lianquan first called NICK and asked him to contact the Antique Collection Appraisal Agency in S City as soon as possible.

After a while, there should be a middle-aged woman who will appraise and sell good-quality antiques in her hands, so that they can be alert to the origin of the antiques.

After saying this vaguely, He Lianquan changed his mind and temporarily asked the driver to turn the car and go to Xishan Villa.

He suddenly felt that it was a pity that such a good thing was not shared. Today, he blackmailed Zhen Fugui and made Su Luomei fall into the trap once a day. It can be said that He Lianquan won a big victory.

When he returned to Xishan Villa, Zhen Jiabao was learning how to cook with the chef - this morning's attempt was too unsuccessful, Zhen Jiabao learned from the pain, after seeing the opponents in PK tonight, he felt that it was not challenging, so he simply went to the kitchen with his mobile phone to prepare for practice make breakfast.

This can make people in the kitchen feel like an enemy.

In the morning, Zhen Jiabao's operation was enough to impress them. Zhen Jiabao's skin is tender, and when he catches up with the skin of two buns, his palms will turn red.

Seeing Zhen Jiabao entering the kitchen with the menu still displayed on the screen of the mobile phone in his hand, the kitchen staff almost cried out for Zhen Jiabao—Madam, can you just be your noble wife?

It's a pity that Zhen Jiabao didn't hear the cries in the chef's heart at all, and said to them with a wave of his little hand: "Go out, let me cook today's lunch."

The chef carefully pointed to the word "breakfast" on the menu displayed on Zhen Jiabao's mobile phone, and Zhen Jiabao frowned.

"I want to have breakfast at noon today, can't I?"

OK, what you say is what you say.

The chef couldn't tell because he was struggling, so he managed to persuade Zhen Jiabao, and took him to the large table in the restaurant to teach him.

Zhen Jiabao wanted to use the recipes on his mobile phone to learn, mostly because he was embarrassed to use his three-legged cat's kung fu to learn from the chef. Now that the chef himself proposed to teach her, Zhen Jiabao was naturally willing.

The chef wanted to make Zhen Jiabao quit, so he scooped up a basin of flour and placed it in front of her, with a few eggs and a large glass of water beside it.

"Ma'am, first of all, let's learn how to knead noodles. This is the basis of making pasta breakfast. It is very important. If something goes wrong, the whole breakfast will fail."

When the chef started teaching Zhen Jiabao, he immediately came to Fan'er. He rolled up his sleeves and showed Zhen Jiabao the standard kneading posture, and explained to her how to knead the dough well.

Seeing the chef's smooth movements, Zhen Jiabao rolled up his sleeves with joy, reached out and grabbed an egg, knocked it against the side of the basin, and gently took the two ends of the egg to break it apart.

The eggshells landed gloriously in the white flour, Zhen Jiabao's face was bitter.

The chef didn't expect that Zhen Jiabao couldn't even beat an egg, so he was very helpless for a while, and showed her how to beat an egg - there was no trick to it, it was just that he beat it slowly so that Zhen Jiabao could take a closer look.

Zhen Jiabao looked at it with ease, and already felt that this matter was very simple in his mind, but once he got started...

An egg was crushed in Zhen Jiabao's hands, and the egg liquid covered his hands.

Zhen Jiabao angrily threw the egg shell into the trash can next to him, then reached out and picked up another egg.

She didn't believe it anymore, how could she stumble on an egg as a beautiful young man with five stresses and four in the new era.

After spoiling several eggs in a row, Zhen Jiabao finally broke out a more satisfactory one, and happily pointed to the beaten egg to show the chef.

The chef was speechless, he finally believed that there are people in this world who shouldn't work.

For example, Zhen Jiabao, she should be a big lady who eats a lot of food, stay away from the kitchen, hello, hello, hello, everyone.

However, my wife's enthusiasm for cooking cannot be denied. The chef praised Zhen Jiabao very much, thinking that anyway, the food she cooks is not for himself.

Zhen Jiabao cracked the eggs, and her confidence doubled. Seeing that the chef taught her to knead the dough next, adding water, kneading the dough, adding water, kneading the dough, she couldn't help but feel that it was very simple——

When He Lianquan came back, Zhen Jiabao was still kneading dough hard, with crystal sweat and white flour on his face, so pitiful.

Unexpectedly, she was quite angry, He Lianquan walked to the door of the restaurant with great interest.

"what are you doing?"

"Wow..."

Zhen Jiabao concentrated on kneading the dough, but was taken aback when he heard the words, but the chef next to him was very calm, bowed to He Lianquan and said: "Madam wants to learn how to make breakfast today, and now she is learning from kneading the dough."

He Lianquan pondered for a moment when he thought of the thick-skinned steamed buns this morning.

"Study is also good."

Originally, Zhen Jiabao didn't want Helian Quan to know that she learned how to make breakfast, and planned to surprise him. At this time, he was caught by him and felt a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead casually, and wanted to say something embarrassingly. .

"You don't move."

He Lianquan held back a smile and told Zhen Jiabao to stop her movement, and took out a tissue from the side to wipe the flour on her face.

He Lianquan nodded in satisfaction after seeing the small face that had become smooth again.

Zhen Jiabao's face turned red a long time ago, the chef quietly left the restaurant with a wink, He Lianquan didn't dislike Zhen Jiabao's hands full of flour, and took her hand and sat down on the seat.

"Why did you remember to learn how to make breakfast?"

He Lianquan deliberately asked Zhen Jiabao, pretending not to know that the thick-skinned steamed buns this morning were made by her.

Zhen Jiabao felt aggrieved and rubbed his arms by himself - when he kneaded the dough just now, he was too hard, and his arms were sore and sore.

Zhen Jiabao didn't speak, He Lianquan was in a good mood, and answered for her: "Who do you want to make breakfast for?"

Zhen Jiabao puffed out, "Eat by yourself."

He Lianquan raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth smiled, and Zhen Jiabao became more and more embarrassed by his smile.

He Lianquan no longer teased her, fearing that if he really annoyed her, it would affect his future welfare.

But it's not necessarily a benefit. In view of Zhen Jiabao's performance this morning, He Lianquan felt that he still had to be cautious...

Having said that, He Lianquan still sent Zhen Jiabao his sincere blessings.

"Come on, how are you doing?"

As soon as Zhen Jiabao mentioned this, he felt aggrieved, stretched out his white and tender arms and raised them in front of Helian Quan.

"Look! I'm really tired! My arms are not the same after kneading the dough for a while!"

He Lianquan took a closer look at the two white and tender arms, but found no difference, but still said with a face: "It seems to be true, thank you for your hard work."

After being praised by He Lianquan, Zhen Jiabao immediately felt that the soreness on his arm was much less, and said to He Lianquan coquettishly: "That's right, I'm really tired."

He Lianquan grabbed Zhen Jiabao's wrist and wiped off the flour on it. Then Zhen Jiabao raised his head and asked him, "Why are you back today? Aren't you going to a meeting with the Zhen family?"

He Lianquan threw the wet wipes in the trash can and smiled at Zhen Jiabao.

"Kitten."

Zhen Jiabao blushed instantly, but He Lianquan answered without waiting for her to say anything else.

"Zhen Fugui plans to buy 20.00% of Zhen's shares from me at a price of [-]% higher. I have already agreed to it. I will sign the contract after Zhen Fugui raises money."

Zhen Jiabao also felt that this price was more appropriate - to be honest, with the current situation of the Zhen family, it can be said that Zhen Fugui's behavior of buying shares at this price is very stupid.

If he can wait patiently until the next big offer, then at least he can give Helian Quan some less money.

However, his obsession with Zhen's was too strong, and he couldn't bear it for such a long time.

Zhen Jiabao shook his head and said truthfully to He Lianquan: "You are too fierce, Zhen Fugui is really at a loss, a loss."

He Lianquan squinted at her. Although the condemning expression on Zhen Jiabao's face looked very decent, it was not difficult to find that there was gloating in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Nice job."

Zhen Jiabao finally spoke his mind, winked playfully at Helian Quan, and praised.

He Lianquan chuckled, this is not the only thing he did beautifully.

He Lianquan thought about his words, and seeing Zhen Jiabao holding his face up to him with starry eyes, he blinked.

"One more thing, my father's mistress, Chen Junliang's aunt, was forced to return to China."

Zhen Jiabao didn't understand what He Lianquan meant for a while, and He Lianquan explained to her in a leisurely manner: "That is to say, Chen Junliang will probably not be released by the relevant departments now."

Zhen Jiabao's eyes widened in surprise when He Lianquan told her about Chen Junliang's current situation.

"Really, after Chen was investigated last time, there was no result. I thought he was going to be released again in an anticlimactic manner."

But just now He Lianquan mentioned Chen Junliang's aunt?Zhen Jiabao vaguely remembered that He Lianquan told her that this woman had been by his father's side for many years and was deeply loved. If the Chen family didn't have too many fluctuations, he probably wouldn't choose to return to China.

To be honest, Zhen Jiabao was also very curious about Chen Junliang's mental journey - his family's company was still supported by Helianwei's mistress, how could he have the face to look down on other's illegitimate children.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Zhen Jiabao tucked his toes into the slippers at home happily, and asked He Lianquan with a smile: "Then the Chen family is about to fall into the hands of Chen Junliang's aunt?"

He Lianquan was noncommittal, and Zhen Jiabao knew his answer, and he felt very bad and guessed: "Chen Junliang is Mrs. Chen's life. The root, now that the Chen family has an incident, I don't know how hysterical it will be."

He Lianquan was also very much looking forward to that situation, and felt very happy when he thought of the bloody storm that the Chen family—or the Su family would face in the future.

This didn't seem like the state of mind that a dignified president should have. He Lianquan made a self-criticism silently, and couldn't help laughing seeing the same schadenfreude on Zhen Jiabao's face.

"You really can't understand them."

He Lianquan stretched out his hand to pinch Zhen Jiabao's side face, the baby fat that had not faded was tender and slippery in his hand, and it was a little reddish from being ravaged in He Lianquan's hand.

Zhen Jiabao readily accepted Helian Quan's evaluation.

"Of course I am happy to see Chen's misfortune. I can't learn the virtue of repaying grievances with virtue. Chen Junliang has offended me before. I just want to see him live as miserable as possible. Anyway, I didn't cause it. He violated the law and discipline. Who can be blamed."

Zhen Jiabao proudly raised his small face to avoid Helian Quan's big hand, and said triumphantly.