The full-time bodyguard of the beautiful president

When eating breakfast, Yang Yiru put the noodles in front of him, full of luster, but seeing that Su Chen hadn't moved his chopsticks, Yang Yiru who was sitting opposite raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you hungry? Eat."

Su Chen looked at Yang Yiru and wanted to explain why he walked into her room and why he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

"Actually, I didn't see anything." Su Chen said.

Yang Yiru nodded, and looked at him with her chin in one hand: "No need to explain, I know."

Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you didn't put anything in this bowl of noodles, did you?"

Yang Yiru narrowed her crescent-shaped eyes and said, "Guess?"

Su Chen wanted to cry but couldn't stand Yang Yiru's squinting eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It felt like a person had made a mistake. The other party didn't know whether to scold you or hit you. Holding it like this made people feel scared and panicked .

He put down his chopsticks, and said frankly: "Isn't it just that you saw your breasts, and you didn't show any spots? There are a lot of photos like this on magazine forums, and there are no spots at all. What are you worried about?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, because Yang Yiru had narrowed his eyes, slapped the table and pointed at him and scolded: "Then you didn't see what you said just now?"

Su Chen pouted, and simply picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.

Yang Yiru asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I put laxatives?"

Su Chen shook his head while eating: "I believe in you."

After finishing speaking, not only Yang Yiru, but also Su Chen was stunned.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean..." Before Su Chen finished speaking, Yang Yiru interrupted him.

"I know, I don't misunderstand. After all, more than a year has passed, and I won't think about other things. Don't worry, we still have our own private lives as before. You gave me the answer yesterday. I have self-knowledge. I Yang Yiru hasn't reached the point where no one wants her, right, Eldest Young Master?"

Su Chen wanted to explain, but Yang Yiru had already stood up and left the kitchen, leaving a sentence: "Put the dishes and chopsticks away after eating, I will wash them later."

What was originally a delicious noodle was tasteless after Su Chen chewed it, and he broke off his chopsticks.

Yang Yiru returned to the room and leaned against the door, closing her eyes in pain, and took a long time to take a shower.

When she came down, Su Chen lay on the sofa and pretended to read a newspaper.

Yang Yiru glanced at him, Su Chen saw her coming down and quickly got up and asked, "Are you going out?"

Yang Yiru nodded.

Su Chen: "I'll take you there, you see you don't even have a car at home."

Yang Yiru: "No need, you can get a taxi outside, and I can go by myself."

Su Chen: "Where are you going?"

Yang Yiru frowned: "Do I have to report to you wherever I'm going?"

Su Chen's face froze and he didn't speak.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy some food, and the refrigerator needs to put something in." Yang Yiru said softly.

"You still go shopping?" Su Chen thought he heard it wrong.

"Of course." Yang Yiru said: "Do you think I'm still the old lady?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Yiru walked out of the villa. She walked on the green path and couldn't wait for the car. At this time, Jiang Mingyue was probably at work, so she couldn't make a phone call.

Not long after, a Bentley car caught up with her. Su Chen rolled down the window and said to her, "Get in the car. Since I'm buying food for the family, I'll take it to you."

Yang Yiru curled her lips, and finally got into the car.

The two came to the vegetable section of the largest supermarket in the city to choose the vegetables to buy.

Su Chen saw that she had really changed a lot. In the past, these things were done by maids. Now Yang Yiru can choose vegetables by herself and check whether they are fresh or not. Su Chen also saw a detail about Yang Yiru. When she picked up the carrots and put them in the basket, she put them back again.

Su Chen thought to himself: Does she still remember that I don't like carrots?

Yang Yiru bought a lot of fruit again, anyway, she bought a lot of things this time, and in the end the basket was too much, so she glanced at Su Chen.

"See what I do?" Su Chen wondered.

Yang Yiru glared at him: "Why don't you help me and come here?"

Su Chen stared: "It's not bad for me to drive you here, you are still so aggressive."

That's what he said, but he still came over to help Yang Yiru carry those vegetable baskets, completely ignoring that the custom-made Armani on his body was dirty.

When paying the bill, Yang Yiru saw that Su Chen was holding a basket in both hands, and he reached out to look for the wallet in his bag. Su Chen felt a little uncomfortable when she rummaged through it, so he simply said, "It's in the ass/butt bag."

Yang Yiru gave him a weird look: "What kind of eccentricity?"

Yang Yiru could only roll her eyes.

Yang Yiru flipped through his wallet and looked at him: "Why is there no cash in your wallet?"

Su Chen said: "Isn't it enough to have a card? Really."

Yang Yiru shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, let's use my money."

Su Chen was unhappy, and asked the boss who paid the bill: "Is it okay to swipe the card?"

The boss smiled wryly: "Small business, I can't swipe the card, sir."

"Boss, it's your fault. This business needs to expand..." Before Su Chen finished speaking, Yang Yiru stopped him with a stare.

She whispered to Su Chen: "Why do you make such a long talk about buying vegetables?" Then she smiled apologetically at the vegetable seller: "I'm sorry, sir, I have cash, you can make up for it, don't bother him , he bought shares recently, you should understand that feeling."

Only then did the uncle suddenly realize: "No wonder, young man, I understand you. If you have such a beautiful girlfriend, don't even think about jumping off a building."

After the groceries were bought, Su Chen drove the car. Yang Yiru finally couldn't help but turned around and complained to him: "I said you're here to make trouble, right? Have you ever seen someone who swiped the card to buy groceries? Isn’t it amazing to have all kinds of Citibank cards?”

Su Chen said embarrassingly: "It's also the first time for me to go out on the street, who doesn't have the first time, right?"

"What a big-headed ghost to you." Yang Yiru glared at him: "Forget it, I will buy it myself in the future, you are a burden."

Su Chen pouted: "How do you talk? Am I the boss or are you the boss?"

Yang Yiru sneered sarcastically: "A boss who can't even afford to buy vegetables, really."

Su Chen retreated in defeat: "Do you understand that I'm keeping a low profile?"

"Low-key?" Yang Yiru once again threw him a pair of hygienic eyes: "You are driving such a Bentley with a limited edition of less than 20 in the world, why are you low-key? Look around you and us, and see how far away other people's cars are from you in this driveway." No matter how far away, no one dares to drive closer, for fear of being scratched or scratched, and you will not be able to compensate, you say you are low-key?"

Su Chen took a look, and sure enough, some cars were far away from him on the main road.

Su Chen: "..."