This wealthy family is too rich for me

In the Chen family, it was no secret at all.

Chen Ke has always loved Chen Qianqian the most, so how could he not give Chen Qianqian a hand in this matter.

"Well, Ms. Chen is very serious about her work. I think if I stay with me for a while, I can come back and take charge of Boss Chen's house."

"Is it……"

Dongfang Yanhe didn't give him this face at all, and what he said was direct and straightforward, but the smile on Chen Ke's face froze.

"Oh, let's not mention this. She is still young and has a lot of ignorance. As a father, I can't scold or beat her. In the future, I will ask President Dongfang to teach me more about business! Take care of my little girl!"

"In the company, things are done based on ability. I won't treat people who are capable like this."

Chen Ke took a sip of tea, and his gaze towards Dongfang Yanhe gradually became deeper.

In the past, I heard that Dongfang Yanhe was extremely reclusive, and he was neither humble nor overbearing in his actions. Now it seems that it is exactly the same as the rumors.

However, it is this kind of talent that best meets his requirements for choosing a son-in-law.

"Okay, okay, let's come today, just do some homework, and let's talk about this work later."

During the meal, Chen Ke did talk a lot with Dongfang Yanhe about his understanding of the financial crisis.

But he was so ambiguous, and obviously meant to mean something, that it was hard not to believe that he had no other intentions.

The shopping mall is a battlefield, and intrigues are full of it. Dongfang Yanhe is used to these intrigues, but he doesn't take them as anything at all.

This meal, Dongfang Yanhe was not happy with the meal, and what he missed even more was the hand-rolled noodles made by Jing Yiren himself.

After finishing the meal, Chen Qianqian sent Dongfang Yanhe outside the villa.

Taking advantage of the bright moonlight, Chen Qianqian felt that now is a good time to talk to each other, "Thank you for what happened today..."

"No, my wife accidentally hurt you."

Wife... These two words, which are so ordinary that they can't be more ordinary, really made Chen Qianqian feel her teeth gnashing.

"Okay, don't talk so much, go back quickly, and pay attention to safety on the road."

Fearing that her emotions really couldn't stop the car, Chen Qianqian could only end the conversation by herself first.

On the other hand, although Jing Yiren stayed at home by herself, she was still very worried about Chen Qianqian's current injury.

She glanced at the time and found that it was already very late. She wanted to make a phone call, but she just heard the familiar roar of a car.

"How? Is she better?"

Jing Yiren opened the door and asked eagerly.

"It's not bad. The doctor has bandaged it and said there is no major problem."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Jing Yiren finally felt relieved, "If I hadn't been careful, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

"Okay, what are you thinking about?"

Dongfang Yanhe pulled Jing Yiren into his arms with natural intimacy, "You, you always think too much about others."

"I'm not. It's obvious that I hurt someone. Is it possible that I'm not allowed to worry about him?"

Dongfang Yanhe snorted, and a mist appeared in his eyes.

"You are always so naive."

What he said was really ambiguous, and Jing Yiren couldn't help being confused.

"What does it mean?"

"Nothing interesting? I'm hungry, help me make another bowl of hand-rolled noodles."

While talking, Dongfang Yanhe sneaked closer to Jing Yiren's pink cheeks.

His voice and the sound of breathing were right next to her ears, which felt ambiguous and familiar, which made Jing Yiren's face turn red involuntarily.

"doing what……"

"Why don't we... let's do something else?"

this sentence.

There are really too many meanings that can be derived, and Jing Yiren happened to think of the most secretive one.

"No, no, the child has just fallen asleep, what if he wakes up..."

Dongfang Yanhe laughed again, this time he laughed much more than before.

"Why did you think of another place?"

"what……"

Jing Yiren was already red to the base of her neck, she blinked, "What..."

It was too ambiguous just now, and Dongfang Yanhe's voice was deep and low when he spoke, it seemed that there were grains of frost in her ears, otherwise, she would not be able to think about it to such an extent .

"you……"

Jing Yiren blushed and asked blankly, "Isn't that what you meant?"

"You're the one who thinks too much, I mean, otherwise let's order a takeaway together."

Dongfang Yanhe looked at Jing Yiren with affectionate eyes.

After making such an oolong, Jing Yiren felt that his face was not only red, but also burned.

She was always a shy person, and at this moment she directly pulled Dongfang Yanhe's shoulders off her body, "I'll make hand-rolled noodles for you."

Facing Jing Yiren's figure, Dongfang Yanhe yelled again, "Honey, thank you!"

After some teasing, Jing Yiren only felt that she was already dizzy.

Fortunately, she still has the sense that she should have, and she played a bowl of hand-rolled noodles beyond her level.

Tasting the familiar taste, Dongfang Yanhe nodded frequently, "It still tastes delicious."

"You've been out with her for so long, didn't you eat something outside to fill your belly?"

What Jing Yiren meant was that even if Dongfang Yanhe wouldn't feel hungry, the little girl would inevitably be hungry too.

Wouldn't it be too ungentlemanly if he didn't eat anything.

Dongfang Yanhe put down the bowl, bent his index finger and gently scratched the tip of Jing Yiren's nose.

"How can something outside compare to your craftsmanship?"

"Grumpy."

Jing Yiren bowed his head to comment.

"Even if it's a little slippery, isn't it just being slippery to you alone?"

Speaking of which, Jing Yiren had never discovered before that Dongfang Yanhe still had such a poor side.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat the noodles, it's not good if the noodles are cold."

Early the next morning, Dongfang Yanhe went to the company early again.

Looking at the empty bedside, Jing Yiren knew that the company's affairs hadn't been resolved yet.

It's just that she is really incapable, and she can't help him at all... After sending the child to kindergarten, Jing Yiren went straight back to her studio.

Seeing that the day before the start of the competition is getting closer, but the drawing board is still empty, only some sketched prototypes.

After thinking about it, she was forced to put down her paintbrush when she really had no inspiration.

Creation itself must be based on inspiration. If there is no inspiration, then the created works will have no emotion and no soul.