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

"Now that the Dazhou company is bankrupt, these documents are of course useless--I hardly have to pay anything at all."

He Lianquan did not explain to Zhen Jiabao the purpose of collecting these evidences, but rather avoided the important ones.

"Or do you feel that these documents cannot satisfy your thirst for knowledge?"

He Lianquan had been waiting for Zhen Jiabao to read these documents for a long time. Seeing that Zhen Jiabao finally closed the documents, he couldn't wait to take Zhen Jiabao back to Xishan Villa.

However, Zhen Jiabao had completely forgotten about the time, and was immersed in the doubts of the Dazhou company.

"If possible, I hope you will take some attention away from the affairs of the Dazhou company as soon as possible. Now you are off work."

He Lianquan knocked on the table, hoping to get Zhen Jiabao's attention back.

It was only now that Zhen Jiabao realized that the sky outside the window was almost completely dark, and he stuck out his tongue out of embarrassment.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier."

As soon as Zhen Jiabao put those documents in his bag, not only did his hands move swiftly, but he also put on his coat much faster.

"If you don't go to get off work with me again, I'm afraid the secretaries outside the door and Nick will be dying."

He Lianquan made a rare joke with Zhen Jiabao, unexpectedly, he had already packed up his clothes and was waiting for you to leave with Zhen Jiabao.

Even though Zhen Jiabao had the pretense of being obsessed with work, she couldn't help but blush a little. She also knew that since she became a reporter, she would often neglect He Lianquan. Although He Lianquan would not care about herself most of the time, Zhen Jiabao had Sometimes I will silently record a sum in my heart.

But since He Lianquan didn't mean to settle accounts with him, Zhen Jiabao would not take the initiative to bring up this matter, but when he went out with He Lianquan, he saw Nick and a few familiar secretaries outside the door. It was a bit embarrassing to put on a happy expression.

"If you knew this, you should have called me earlier, otherwise it would have delayed the holiday."

Zhen Jiabao and He Lianquan complained to He Lianquan sincerely after they got on the president's special elevator.

He Lianquan didn't think that Zhen Jiabao could blame himself for this, so he was in a daze for a while.

Is it true that I am so used to this little woman now that I have the courage to label myself casually?

He Lianquan turned his head to look at the normal expression on Zhen Jiabao's face, and silently added a sentence in his heart.

"It's not good to think that this thing is normal."

He Lianquan shook his head silently, seeing that Zhen Jiabao was about to be led into a detour by him, he didn't care about Zhen Jiabao.

The owner of Xishan Villa had already made very detailed preparations for the first Christmas Eve that Helian Quan and Zhen Jiabao spent together. Although Zhen Jiabao was busy with work during this time, he didn't notice their preparations, but unconsciously Among them, they had already prepared a Christmas tree several meters high to erect in the hall.

As soon as Zhen Jiabao entered the door, his eyes were almost dazzled. The chef and several servants of Xishan Villa were all dressed in red Christmas-themed clothes and celebrated around the two of them.

Zhen Jiabao really didn't expect them to have such a sense of ritual, and was a little surprised and a little embarrassed for a moment.

However, He Lianquan didn't show a half-surprised expression as if he knew all this a long time ago.

"This is my first Christmas with you. No matter what happens in the future, I hope you will be happy and happy."

He Lianquan took off a red Christmas hat from the Christmas tree, and watched Zhen Jiabao put it on Zhen Jiabao's head with complicated expressions on his face.

Zhen Jiabao was almost bewildered by He Lianquan's sudden confession words, he bit his lower lip and held back for a long time, but he still couldn't help his smile.

"Helian Quan, has no one ever told you that this kind of confession is very old-fashioned?"

In the end, Zhen Jiabao couldn't help but asked He Lianquan - which fashionista taught him this?
He Lianquan didn't seem to have thought that the two most sincere and simple blessings he said to Zhen Jiabao with all his heart and soul were only exchanged for such evaluations from Zhen Jiabao, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Hey, it's all about Nick saying that girls nowadays like to be confessed at Christmas, so am I..."

He Lianquan coughed lightly for his own embarrassment, and unscrupulously shirked responsibility to NICK.

Zhen Jiabao stood in the hall, grilling the fireplace and almost felt his cheeks were flushed. Although He Lianquan's way of confessing his love was too old-fashioned, it worked well for Zhen Jiabao.

"You don't need to continue talking, I can basically know what you are going to tell me."

Zhen Jiabao interrupted He Lianquan's throwing the pot with a blushing face, looking at He Lianquan's earlobes which were also slightly reddened, the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider.

He Lianquan felt relieved when he saw Zhen Jiabao's expression - although it seemed that today's confession activity was not very successful, it was not bad to get such a reaction from Zhen Jiabao.

He Lianquan lowered his head and thought silently. Recently, He Lianquan has been thinking about whether his decision to let Zhen Jiabao get involved in this matter was right or wrong. After all, this matter was acquired by Zhen Jiabao at the beginning. The information you get is not equal to yourself.

If you want Zhen Jiabao to stay out of the matter, now He Lianquan can speak clearly with Zhen Jiabao...

However, if this is the case, I am afraid that many things will need to be rearranged.

He Lianquan's eyes locked on Zhen Jiabao's serious face, wondering if it was right to put this matter on Zhen Jiabao.

How did Zhen Jiabao understand what kind of thoughts He Lianquan was wandering in his heart now? All he could know was that He Lianquan's eyes had been glued to his face since he said that strange confession. Zhen Jiabao, who knew nothing about what was about to happen, almost felt as if something was on his face.

Thinking this way in Zhen Jiabao's mind, he moved his hands and followed Helian Quan's line of sight to wipe his face.

Only then did He Lianquan come back to his senses, seeing Zhen Jiabao's playful and cute movements, he chuckled again.

Zhen Jiabao was almost made a little nervous by Helian Quan's chuckle.

"Helian Quan, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't keep looking at me and smiling so weirdly, it's very penetrating, okay?"

Zhen Jiabao couldn't help touching his arm. Ever since he came back to the Xishan Villa, he was surprised by the surprise of the Christmas tree when he entered the door. Afterwards, He Lianquan's so-called confession, Zhen Jiabao didn't even have time to take off his coat.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's probably because of the festival today, so it's just that you look better."

He Lianquan didn't feel that what he said could be regarded as a kind of teasing at all, instead he looked serious.

Perhaps Zhen Jiabao was affected by the burning flames in the fireplace to affect his thinking, so he also felt embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, don't say such nasty words."

Zhen Jiabao tugged at the white pompom decoration on the Christmas hat, talking about him from left to right.

Maybe it was because of the occasion, the chef who only likes to cook Chinese food made an exception today and made an American roast chicken, but because most of them were just for the occasion, they didn’t cook a real turkey—that kind of thing is just a gimmick Big, but the taste is really not very good.

So what God of Cooking baked today was a silky chicken that Uncle Ji specially ordered from the countryside. The whole chicken was blackened from skin to bone, and it was even more terrifying when tested.

However, although it seemed a little unacceptable, and even almost darkened the whole Christmas Eve theme dinner, but after all, the chef's craftsmanship was put there, so the roast chicken still tasted very good.

In order to give this young couple a space to get along alone, even Uncle Ji didn’t serve the two masters for dinner today. Instead, they all gathered at the kitchen door and looked at the two of them. , I'll add a spoonful of soup for you.

"It's a great achievement for us to see the relationship between the young master and his wife getting better and better."

Looking at it, the maid Xiao Xia suddenly said this sentence as if feeling emotional, although Uncle Ji is usually a teacher and friend to them, but it is rare for the maid Xiao Xia to criticize her for talking too much.

"Our young master has been alone for so many years, and he said that he is not interested in relationships, but look at how much he has changed since he met his wife."

Compared with the two maids, the chef spent the longest time with Helianquan except Uncle Ji, so the chef also had a say in Helianquan's changes.

Sitting at the dining table, Zhen Jiabao didn't know anything about those people whispering behind their backs, and the ambiguous atmosphere at the dining table was enough to make her blush and heartbeat.

"By the way, there is something I almost forgot to tell you—do you still remember Zheng Zhiwei?"

While eating, He Lianquan suddenly remembered something, and took the initiative to break Emily's atmosphere and talked about Zheng Zhiwei with Zhen Jiabao.

Of course Zhen Jiabao remembered Zheng Zhiwei - Zheng Zhiwei also knew about it when Chen Li broke the brake system of the car he was driving, and his behavior that day was a bit strange. After that, Zhen Jiabao specially mentioned to He Lianquan that he must be careful about this Zheng Zhiwei.

But hasn't Zheng Zhiwei been sent out on a business trip by He Lianquan?Why did you mention him suddenly?

He Lianquan didn't feel at all how disturbing it would be to mention an irrelevant person when he was having dinner with Zhen Jiabao, instead he gave a serious answer.

"Although he was sent out on a business trip by me, after all, it has been such a long time, and it is time to come back."

He Lianquan shaved off the bone from a piece of black-bone chicken on his dinner plate, and put it back in Zhen Jiabao's bowl.

"So when is he coming back?"

Zhen Jiabao also didn't feel that Zheng Zhiwei's matter was important at all. Anyway, Zheng Zhiwei would live in Xishan Villa when he came back, and he would be under the nose of He Lianquan and himself, so he probably couldn't make any trouble.

"It should be tomorrow."