The wealthy family hides their marriage, and the chaebol boss spoils the petite wife

She put on her slippers and walked out following Junjuncheng. She saw two fried steaks, two bowls of borscht, and a salad of corn kernels and vegetables on the table.

"You made it?" Yu Qianqian asked with some embarrassment. She only promised to make delicious food for him in the morning, but it turned out to be the other way around.

"I lived abroad when I was a child, and I could only cook Western food." Jun Yancheng shrugged and said with a bit of helplessness.

Yu Qianqian picked up the knife and fork, and said earnestly: "I'm not impolite." After speaking, she put down the knife and tasted it.

"How does it taste?" It could be seen that there was a bit of anticipation in Jun Yucheng's clear and beautiful eyes.

Yu Qianqian nodded while chewing, took another sip of the soup, couldn't help but praised him and said: "It's delicious, it's so delicious that I can't stop."

She was also really hungry, and she had hardly eaten anything since morning, and Juncheng Cheng's craftsmanship was really good, so she buried her head in eating, and swept away the delicious food in front of her like a storm.

After eating, he patted his stomach in satisfaction, and said with a lot of happiness: "I'm so happy."

Her eyes met Shang Juncheng's, who was staring at him, with a crooked smile on his lips, as if he was very satisfied with her eating.

Yu Qianqian raised her right hand to support her forehead: shame on her, she got carried away with eating, and forgot to pay attention to her manners.

She looked through her fingers, and found that Jun Yancheng had hardly eaten anything, so she asked in surprise, "Why don't you eat?"

Junjuncheng smiled and said, "I'm not hungry."

Thinking about it, Yu Qianqian felt a little hot on her face, and she regretted her carelessness.

Jun Yucheng had just been discharged from the hospital, and he obviously had a dietary taboo. Fried foods like steak and raw and cold foods like salads were not suitable for eating. Obviously, he made this lunch for himself.

"You wait, I'll go out for a while, I'll come as soon as I go." Yu Qianqian stood up, changed into her slippers and went out without waiting for Junchuncheng to ask.

She went to the school's convenience store and bought bags of red dates, lotus seeds, white fungus, goji berries and a pack of brown sugar, and brought them back upstairs. When she saw Jun Yancheng sitting on the sofa playing with a tablet computer, she greeted him , into the kitchen.

His kitchen was also spotless, cold and cold, and it seemed that there was little fire in it.

Yu Qianqian soaked the ingredients she bought in cold water and cooked them in a pressure cooker. It was ready in less than 10 minutes. She put in rock sugar, filled a bowl, and brought it in front of Junxuancheng, with a smile on her face. Yingying smiled: "I'm in a hurry this time, you can make do with it first, and next time I will stew it in a casserole for you to eat."

Jun Yucheng took it, it was white fungus and lotus seed soup, which was easy to digest and nourished the stomach. His heart warmed up, so he took it and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Be careful it's hot, really, and he said he's not hungry." Yu Qianqian rested her cheeks with both hands, and watched him eat with interest.

A small pot of white fungus and lotus seed soup was eaten by Jun Yucheng, and when he wanted to continue eating, he was stopped by Yu Qianqian: "I checked on the Internet, patients with gastric bleeding can only eat [-]% full, and they are not allowed to eat any more." up."

Jun Yancheng saw that she looked like a housekeeper, with a handsome smile on her face.

Yu Qianqian continued to point and point: "The bartending counter at the door is not allowed anymore, I will find someone to dismantle it later, what if one day you accidentally drink alcohol and get sick again?"

Jun Yucheng's eyes turned cold, but soon relaxed again, and he said with a smile, "I would like to follow my wife's orders."

Looking at the watch, it was already 03:30, Jun Yancheng stood up and patted Yu Qianqian on the shoulder, and said gently: "I have a class at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, I have to go back to the office early to prepare, you rest here, and accompany you at night. You go to see mom."

While tidying up the dishes, Yu Qianqian shook her head and said, "Lend me the car to drive, and I will visit my mother by myself, and cook for you in the evening."

"It's okay, you pay attention to safety." Jun Yucheng said, caressing her hair a little worriedly, and the little intimacy between the two has become very natural.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Yu Qianqian took the car keys and went downstairs. Instead of driving to the hospital as she said, she went to the construction site.

Although she had a half-day leisure in the morning, Fan Wenxu's death still haunted her tightly like a curse, as if an invisible rope strangled her neck, making her unable to breathe.

In fact, Yang Qianqian was right in saying that it is a human life after all.She couldn't be indifferent.

When she arrived at the construction site, she saw that the workers were busy doing things. She walked in along the potholed path. The innermost building was the one that had been burned. The building was almost in ruins. The infiltration of black holes.

She stood in front of the building and stared blankly for a long time. A worker wearing a hard hat came over and reminded her in dialect: "Miss, don't stand here if you have nothing to do. The construction site is very dangerous. If you get smashed to what to do."

She just came back to her senses, nodded politely, and asked, "Where is Mr. Hu now? I have something to do with him."

"Are you his family?" the worker asked, looking her up and down.

She smiled but didn't speak. The worker thought she was acquiescing, so he frowned and said, "Come with me. The construction site is not where you girls come. Be careful."

She can't laugh now, but she is also sincerely moved by the enthusiasm of the workers: "Thank you, uncle."

The worker led her around to the front of a building that had already been built, pointed to the temporary command office on the first floor and said, "Mr. Hu is inside, go in and find her yourself."

Yu Qianqian thanked her and walked in along the curb.

The door was ajar, she knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Hu there?"

"Come in." A rough voice came from inside.

Yu Qianqian walked in, and saw a simple writing desk and a few chairs inside. Mr. Hu was sitting behind the writing desk looking at something, with his head down all the time.

She found a chair and sat across from her, and then asked, "Mr. Hu, do you still remember me? Yu Qianqian from Emmi International."

Mr. Hu looked up at her and was slightly taken aback. Then he put the material on the table and asked, "Designer Yu, why are you here? What's the matter?"

Yu Qianqian sighed, her complexion became even worse, and she said heavily: "I want to ask about Fan Wenxu today."

"Everyone is dead, so what is there to ask." Mr. Hu's expression became a little unnatural.

"It was Mr. Hu who relayed the accident to me. You helped me contact several workers to inquire about the situation. I went to the burnt-down building to see that the fire was caused by someone smoking. You, the person on duty that day, also Are you sure it's Fan Wenxu, are there any problems?" Yu Qianqian stared at him and asked word by word.

He didn't dare to look at Yu Qianqian's eyes, and lowered his head to pretend to sort out the materials: "It's been so long, who still remembers those things."