Mistakenly spoiling a hundred billion little sweet wife

"Girl, dad is fine, don't worry."

Just as Wen Mengxin was chatting with Yan Yechen, Wen Mengxin's parents woke up.

"Dad, Mom, how are you doing?" Wen Mengxin immediately stepped forward.

"It's okay, it's just that I was a little short of breath yesterday, and I had high blood pressure."

Zhao Meilan said with a smile.

Seeing their daughter's beautiful black eyes, the couple were also very worried.

"Mengxin, you and Yan Shao can go home and rest for a while, the aunt and Lao Zhao will come over later."

Father Wen urged Wen Mengxin to go back.

Wen Meng wanted to stay, and the driver at home who happened to see her brought breakfast.

She looked back at Yan Yechen.

"Okay, I'll go home after you finish your breakfast."

"Ah."

Wen Mengxin didn't know how to explain it yet. She was a little tired, but Yan Yechen was probably even more tired. He didn't have a good rest yesterday, and he still had a special physique.

"Let's go back and wash up later."

"Okay." Yan Yechen nodded slightly.

……

three hours later.

Wen Mengxin came out of the house. In order to avoid being secretly photographed, she asked to get off the car on the side of the road. It happened that Sister Qiao contacted her and stopped by.

She carried the breakfast at home in her hand, which was for Sister Qiao. She was embarrassed to waste the car, so she brought a delicious breakfast for Sister Qiao.

Originally, it was prepared for Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao was injured and was preparing for surgery and rehabilitation. It happened that she and the screenwriter Qiaojie were good friends, and she even got to know Qiaoqiao better.

Yan Yechen saw that she was seriously on the phone, when the green light came, he started the car and drove forward slowly.

But as soon as he turned the corner, he parked the car in a safe area and did not drive forward.After about 10 minutes, Qiaojie picked up Wen Mengxin in her small scooter.

"Mengxin, didn't you get a taxi today?" Sister Qiao took off the Bluetooth headset and looked at Wen Mengxin.

"Well, I was seen by reporters when I came in a friend's car, and I misunderstood it, and I feel bad.

I originally took a taxi, but after thinking about it, I thought it was a waste of money, so I decided to take Qiaojie's co-pilot in the future, but it's not for nothing, I brought you a home-cooked nutritious breakfast, which is all made at home. "Wen Mengxin was carrying a small bag.

"It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast yet." Sister Qiao said with a smile

"Okay, where your family lives, I can drop by to pick you up in the future, and you are responsible for bringing me a breakfast. It doesn't matter if it's too late, I'll drop by anyway."

"Well, Qiaoqiao hasn't recovered yet, so I'll trouble Miss Qiao during this time." Wen Meng thought.

The heart is still a little cautious.

"It doesn't matter. Although you are reported on the Internet, it is normal for you to meet those rich friends. I believe you are not the kind of person who can cling to men for money." Qiaojie said.

Such frank words surprised Wen Mengxin a little.

Sister Qiao actually understood her in this way, and she was a little moved.

"Thank you sister Qiao for understanding~" Wen Mengxin didn't know how to explain, but she knew that even if she didn't explain herself, sister Qiao would understand her.

She won't be like the paparazzi reporters, chasing rumors and arranging her private life indiscriminately.

When Qiaojie was driving, she kept paying attention to a black Mercedes-Benz following the car.

She looked at it a few times, and gave way a few times, but the other party kept following her, and she was a little puzzled at first.

"Why does that car keep following us? It doesn't look like Pengci?" Behind it is a luxury car worth several million, and her scooter is only tens of thousands smaller.

No need, right?

"Ah? Let me see." Wen Mengxin looked in the rearview mirror.

A look startled.

Isn't this Yan Yechen's car...

This escort is too obvious...

Wen Mengxin felt guilty for a moment, didn't this person know how to take a detour!

Ah ah ah ah ah!Is it unintentional or intentional! ! !The bastard.

Wen Mengxin was a group of calm on the surface, but she was very manic in her heart.

I'm so worried that Miss Qiao is thinking too much.

Qiaojie looked at the unpredictable appearance of Wen Mengxin's little face.

"Mengxin, what's the matter with you, do you know the person behind? Is it your friend?" She gave way to the other party several times without overtaking, and kept following from a distance.

"Why do I look at that car that looks like Su Shao's friend?" Wen Mengxin said in feigned surprise.

"It seems to be oh, that license plate." Sister Qiao looked at the license plate, it was indeed an unusual license plate.

"Then what is the car that has been following us for?" Sister Qiao was curious.

"Emmm, maybe you're out of gas? Drive slowly." Wen Mengxin lied casually.

Wen Mengxin sat in the co-pilot pretending to be calm, not caring much, but she didn't dare to look at Sister Qiao.

She just got off the president's car.

She is so guilty!
Sister Qiao originally wanted to stop and ask, but Wen Meng said in her heart that it was more important to go to work.

Sister Qiao gave up and drove the car towards the crew.

As soon as the car stopped, Yan Yechen's car also slowly drove into the garage and parked in the exclusive garage.

"Sir, is there something wrong with your car? Or something else, just now I saw that you were driving at the lowest speed." Sister Qiao asked with concern when she saw Yan Yechen get out of the car and lock it.

"It's out of gas." Yan Yechen replied calmly.

On that flawless handsome face, his expression was cold and noble.

The suit is straight, the figure is slender, and the temperament is outstanding.

He passed by Qiaojie with long legs, and that straight and charming figure passed directly past Qiaojie, and then from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wen Mengxin who got off the co-pilot slowly.

"Morning~"

"Yes." Yan Yechen replied.

That deep and magnetic voice was clear and pleasant to the ear, especially that face, which was calm and breezy, the appearance of an abstinence boss who was indifferent and alienated.

It was as if nothing had happened to him, he was serious, without any flaws.

But Wen Meng's guilty conscience was written all over her face, she kept blinking, and then pretended to be calm.

Yan Yechen passed Qiaojie, then looked at Wen Mengxin, and suddenly smiled with his tightly pursed thin lips.

With those deep and three-dimensional facial features, she smiled slightly, her smile doting on her.

That kind of masculinity with a prosperous and beautiful face is just right in Wen Mengxin's little heart.

She was so startled that her feet softened, but fortunately she held on to the car door so she didn't fall off.

God!

Does this man want to be so flirtatious?

Yan Yechen's smile was like a flash in the pan, and in the blink of an eye, he recovered his cool look, and walked to the production team's conference room.

That aloof and haughty attitude is simply amazing!

There is one thing in front of people, and another way in front of her.

This man! ! !
But why the excuses are all the same excuses as hers!

Sister Qiao watched Yan Yechen walk directly to the director's special meeting room, with the same high-cold aura as before, repelling people thousands of miles away.

"Mengxin, let's go, let's go to work." Sister Qiao only thought that Yechen was really out of gas, so she didn't take it to heart.

She said to Wen Mengxin, and then looked curiously at the nice little bag in her hand: "Look what's delicious, I just asked about a similar bread and milk scent."

Qiaojie sniffed it carefully, and it turned out to be coconut milk-flavored breakfast bread.

When the mysterious president passed by just now, he seemed to have this kind of bread smell on his body?
Qiaojie has a particularly keen sense of smell, and she smelled it right.

When the mysterious president passed by just now, he had the usual truffle-like cool perfume smell, and then there was a very faint fragrance of coconut milk.

In the elevator, Yan Yechen took out a piece of coconut milk bread that Wen Mengxin couldn't finish in the morning, and the little guy didn't waste it, but asked him to help eat it.

Before he had time, he put it in his pocket.

Although he has a cleanliness habit, he still doesn't dislike his wife's things.