Warm marriage, my domineering president

149, Bao Ren Weixuan's face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "You are so happy because of me?"

Ren Weiqing didn't speak. At this time, a servant brought a package the size of an adult's shoebox and said to Ren Weixuan: "Miss, the package delivered at [-] o'clock this afternoon is said to be for you."

"Package?" Ren Weixuan glanced unexpectedly, "I didn't order any package."

The servant was stunned for a moment, "This...maybe it's a New Year's gift from someone else."

Ren Weixuan felt even more strange, and said coldly: "I didn't tell anyone where I am now except everyone who came together."

The servant scratched his head: "Then this package——"

Ren Weixuan paused, but still said, "Let it go."

The servant put the package down, and when he was about to leave, he asked, "Did the person who delivered the package say anything? Also... have the contents inside been checked for safety?"

"The other party didn't say anything, said it was for you, and left. The contents inside have been scanned and are not dangerous items."

Hearing this, Ren Weixuan guessed that he was relieved, his face softened, and he showed a faint smile, and went upstairs with her package in his arms.

Ren Weiqing raised his eyebrows, "Yo, do you know what it is? Such a treasure? Could it be... Shen Yang gave you something?"

After Ren Weixuan heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up even deeper, and she verified Ren Weiqing's thinking, but she didn't speak, and went upstairs with the package in her arms.

She opened the package full of anticipation. The contents inside were wrapped in many layers of paper, which looked very mysterious, and she felt that the contents inside were still hard, and the edge was a bit thorny for her to hold.

Feeling this, she frowned, and when she was thinking about what it was, she opened the layers of paper and looked at the things in her hand. Her face changed instantly, as pale as the paper she held in her hand, and her eyes immediately turned pale. It's red.

Without looking at it, he immediately threw the things in his hand into the trash can, his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't help but trembled slightly.

"Haw-"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of her room.

She didn't care, she dialed Jian Shenyang's number with trembling hands, the phone was picked up after a while, and she was about to speak, when she heard a female voice that was not familiar but not unfamiliar, "Hi, you Ok, may I ask if you are..."

Ren Weixuan immediately hung up the phone.

And the person who knocked on the door knocked a few times, got no response, and said, "Even if you are happy to receive the item, you should answer me and go downstairs for dinner—"

After the person outside the door finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and seemed to think of something, and asked, "Did something happen? Open the door quickly, or do you want me to slam the door in?"

Ren Weixuan sat curled up on the bed without speaking.

Before getting a response, Ren Weiqing knew that the matter should be quite serious, he said coldly: "I don't have time to play with you, I'll give you five seconds, if you don't come out again, don't come to me if you have anything to do in the future."

After finishing speaking, before he could count quickly, the door opened. Ren Weixuan stood in front of him with his face turned pale, his eyes reddened and his head lowered.

Ren Weiqing gave her a cold look, walked in, sat down on her bed, glanced at the empty package, sharply cast his eyes on the trash can, saw the things in the trash can, bent down to pick it up Get up, squint your eyes, and ask him: "Have you made him angry recently?"

Ren Weixuan nodded.

"Is it because you didn't go back to the imperial city as he said?"

"Ah."

Ren Weiqing stopped talking, walked over, picked up the package, and saw the package without a trace of handwriting, frowned, and said without the slightest sympathy, "This is indeed his style, and he never gives anything to others when he does things. It takes time for you to react, and one blow hits your vitals, but...it can also be seen that he...doesn't seem to have much affection for you, and his intentions are already obvious. I think...you should give up Bar."

After speaking, he put down the things in his hand, turned around and went downstairs.

Ren Weixuan pursed his lips, suddenly thought of something, and called Ji Qingye.

"what's up?"

Ren Weixuan squeezed the hand of the phone, still trembling, "I just received a package..."

"Package?" Ji Qingye paused after hearing her tone, "Is there something bad inside?"

"Yeah." Ren Weixuan's voice was a little nasal, "It's...the intimate photo of him and Qiao Mosheng, and even a photo of them going to bed...chuang."

Ji Qingye was stunned for a while, and didn't speak for a while. After a while, he said: "So you? Why did you call me? If you want to know why he sent it to you, why didn't you call me?" Ask him what he means—”

After finishing speaking, he paused, "You——this package was sent to you by Shen Yang?"

"I guess, because of such a private thing, if he doesn't want to reveal it, no one will get close to him and take these photos without telling him."

"So you're not 100% sure about delivering the package, you're just Yang?"

"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else." As she spoke, she told him what happened in the past two days.

Ji Qingye stopped talking.

……

The next day, when Jian Shenyang woke up, there was no one in his arms.

When he went downstairs, he saw many servants decorating the house with many bright red things, and the house suddenly became a festive atmosphere, and Qiao Mosheng was sitting around the dining table with a few servants. What are you doing, we had a great chat.

He stood upstairs and watched, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He stood for a long time before slowly coming downstairs.

Qiao Mosheng turned her back to him, not knowing that he was coming, but when she felt the servant opposite her suddenly silence, she turned her head subconsciously and said with a smile: "Are you awake? Are you hungry? I made some dumplings Tangyuan, do you want to taste it first? But the glutinous rice balls are not ready yet, how about eating the dumplings first?"

He frowned: "Dumplings? Tangyuan?"

"Well, these two are necessary at home during the Chinese New Year. There are many kinds of fillings. What do you like to eat?"

Jian Shenyang didn't speak immediately, but watched her making dumplings flexibly while talking, then he pointed to the dumpling in her hand and said, "This one."

Qiao Mosheng was stunned for a moment, "Mushroom smell? Don't you like mushrooms?"

Seeing so many people making dumplings, Jian Shenyang put them all together, frowned and said, "Put it aside, I will only eat what you made."

Hearing this, Qiao Mosheng noticed everyone's warm eyes, blushed, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Okay, I see, then I'll cook you one or two of each flavor?"

"Yeah." He paused, "I want you to cook, and also, eat with me."

Qiao Mosheng almost coughed, glanced at him, hurriedly made some, and went into the kitchen.

Jian Shenyang is a typical male chauvinist. Although he did not grow up in China, he adheres to the view that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and has never been in the kitchen.

However, when Qiao Mosheng went into the kitchen this time, he followed him.

Qiao Mosheng asked him: "Do you like to eat steamed or fried? Or boiled?"

He didn't answer but asked, "What do you like?"

"Me? I like them all."

"Then do it all."

Qiao Mosheng rubbed his temples helplessly, and said, "There are only a dozen in total, how can we do so many kinds? It's too troublesome."

Jian Shenyang pursed her lips and did not speak.

Qiao Mosheng didn't want him to be unhappy during the New Year's Eve, so he pampered him: "Okay, I'll do it."

Only then did Jian Shenyang nodded in satisfaction. After Qiao Mosheng started to sit and eat for him, he went back to the room and took a tablet computer and leaned against the door to watch her work.

Qiao Mosheng worked for half an hour before finishing. Qiao Mosheng had already had breakfast, and she only ate a little, so she asked him, "Is it delicious?"

He nodded and said, "Next time I will make boiled ones."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, she dragged the stool and smiled and pulled Mimi's sleeve, "Brother..."

Jian Shenyang took a bite of the dumpling, left a third, handed it to her lips, and looked at her.

Seeing that many people were still there, Qiao Mosheng coughed lightly, "You...don't make trouble, everyone is here."

Jian Shenyang didn't speak.

Qiao Mosheng had no choice but to eat.

She ate it, and he said "hmm." Qiao Mosheng remembered that he had something to do with calling him just now.

"Wait a minute, let's post couplets together?"

Jian Shenyang immediately frowned and didn't speak.

Qiao Mosheng paused, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I really want to post it."

Jian Shenyang pursed her lips, and it took a while before she reluctantly agreed.

Qiao Mosheng laughed immediately, but he heard him say: "If I don't agree, will you tell me: If you don't post it, I will post it myself?"

Qiao Mosheng pursed his lips, smiled and nodded at Mimi, "You guessed it right, as he said that, he took out a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, then pulled him up, then let's go."

The two found a place and glued it on. Jian Shenyang seemed disgusted by these sticky things, but seeing Qiao Mosheng's high spirits, he didn't say anything.

The two glued the couplet together, Qiao Mosheng said: "Brother, you go ahead, I'll glue the door."

As she said that, Qiao Mosheng took the couplets and went to the door to paste them, but when she turned around, she saw the man who ordered the glue to be followed behind her. She paused, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Jian Shenyang didn't speak, and leaned against the door with his arms folded and looked at her.

Qiao Mosheng didn't talk about him when he knew it, he did it himself and let him see.

So, Qiao Mosheng ran up and down the stairs, wherever she ran, he followed wherever she went, and he didn't help.This made Qiao Mosheng dumbfounded.

Sorry, the update is late, I can't help but write too much, it's not enough for [-] and over [-], very helpless.