Wrong flirtation!Billionaire CEO dotes on his wife to the bone

There was a lot of work today, and Su Qinghe was busy until about nine o'clock in the evening before returning home exhausted.

She opened the door and walked in. The lights were on in the living room. She stood at the entrance and looked into the living room. He Nanzhi was sitting on the sofa, holding a laptop and looking at something.

"He He, you're back." He Nanzhi asked with concern: "Have you had dinner?"

"Well, I bought a sandwich from the convenience store downstairs of the company." Su Qinghe changed into slippers, poured a glass of water in front of the water dispenser, and walked to sit next to He Nanzhi.

He Nanzhi asked: "Are you hungry? Why don't you order a takeaway to eat?"

"No, I'm not too hungry now. I'll eat an apple later." Su Qinghe glanced at the computer on the coffee table and asked casually: "Are you still revising that script?"

"Hey, don't mention it." He Nanzhi smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "You don't know that the investor I met this time is a second-generation ancestor who has no knowledge or skills."

"What's going on?" Su Qinghe tilted her head and looked at He Nanzhi and asked.

"I went to Haicheng according to the director's request, communicated with the director team and the producer for a long time, and spent a lot of effort to revise the script. As a result, the silly son of the landlord insisted on finding trouble and said that he wanted to add male supporting actors and Ambiguous clips of the heroine.”

When He Nanzhi talked about this, unconcealable anger appeared on his face.

Su Qinghe frowned slightly and sighed: "Wouldn't it mean that he has been changed beyond recognition?"

"That's right. And he didn't tell me earlier. He didn't put forward his opinion until I changed it two or three times." He Nanzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Why did you go there earlier!"

Su Qinghe gently patted He Nanzhi's shoulder and comforted her softly: "It's really hard for you to meet Party A's father like this."

He Nanzhi sighed deeply and said, "Sigh... I just complained a few times. I have long been used to it."

Every industry has its own hardships, which are difficult for outsiders to understand.

The profession of screenwriter seems to be very free, and some people may be envious of it.But what they don't know is how much hair they lose from worry every late night when they can't think of a plot.

After the TV series starts airing, it may be criticized by the audience for writing some bullshit plot that is not reasonable at all.

"He He, have you been so busy these days?" He Nanzhi changed the subject and became concerned about Su Qinghe's situation these days.

"The first two days were fine. Today there was a problem with a sample. I had to communicate with the pattern maker for a while, so I got off work late."

Su Qinghe held her chin and thought for a while, then decided to tell He Nanzhi, "There is one more thing..."

"Huh?" Hearing Su Qinghe's words, He Nanzhi immediately became energetic and sat up straight.

Su Qinghe looked at He Nanzhi and said seriously: "Nan Zhi, I promised Mr. Lu, signed a love contract, and pretended to be a couple with him."

"Ah..." He Nanzhi opened her mouth in surprise, and for a moment she seemed speechless and speechless.

"I think this suggestion is good. We can pretend to be a couple with Mr. Lu so that we can deal with the family temporarily." Su Qinghe said casually: "You also know that I don't want to go on blind dates anymore."

Although this is an act of escape, it can give Su Qinghe a short respite.

Leave the blind date behind and concentrate on your career.

Maybe in a year, she can meet a good man and develop a sweet relationship.

He Nanzhi was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "You and Mr. Lu each take what you need, and at least you can deal with the elders on both sides temporarily. It is indeed a good thing."

Su Qinghe nodded, "Well, in short, we have signed the contract and there is no regrets."

"He He, do you think President Lu really likes you?" The more He Nanzhi thought about it, the more likely it was that he felt it was possible.

Su Qinghe thought about the relationship between her and Lu Yanci, and then shook her head decisively: "Probably not, I didn't feel it anyway."

"Then you should act well." He Nanzhi added in her heart, maybe one day it will happen.

The next day was Saturday and the weather was fine.

In the morning, Su Qinghe and He Nanzhi cleaned the house together and went out to buy a lot of vegetables.

After lunch, Su Qinghe moved a wicker chair by the window, made a pot of black tea and placed it on the coffee table, then sat on the chair and read.

The afternoon sun shines in through the leaves outside the window, and the room is dappled with light and shadow, filled with warmth.

I sat quietly for a long time, the only sound was the rustling of pages turning in a book.

The sky was getting dark, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"He He, a new hot pot restaurant has opened nearby, should we try it?" He Nanzhi's voice came through the wooden door.

Su Qinghe closed the book and replied in a loud voice: "Okay, wait for me for a while, I will change clothes."

After changing her clothes, Su Qinghe opened the door and walked out.

He Nanzhi had already changed her shoes and was standing at the entrance waiting for her with her bag on her back.

It was very windy outside, but fortunately Su Qinghe was wearing a thick down jacket, scarf and earmuffs to keep warm.

After walking out of the gate of the community and walking along Jiankang Avenue for more than ten minutes, a store with a red lantern hanging at the door stood out in the night.

"That's the one in front." He Nanzhi pointed ahead.

As soon as they walked into the door of the restaurant, He Nanzhi took Su Qinghe's hand and turned around to walk out.

"Nan Zhi, what's wrong?" Su Qinghe looked at He Nan Zhi with a puzzled look. Didn't he just say he wanted to eat hot pot?Why are you going out again now?

"Let's eat at another restaurant." He Nanzhi approached Su Qinghe's ear and whispered, "I saw that silly son of the landlord."

Su Qinghe clicked her tongue, "Huh? What a coincidence."

At this time, a rush of footsteps came from behind, and a clear male voice shouted: "Hi~ little screenwriter."

He Nanzhi pulled Su Qinghe to stop, turned around timidly, and forced a smile: "Um, Mr. Ji. What a coincidence, you are here too."

Su Qinghe looked up and realized that the 'silly son of the landlord' that He Nanzhi referred to was Lu Yanci's good friend Ji Yan.

"I'm a ghost and a snake god. You turn around and run away when you see me?" Ji Yan curled his lips and smiled with a bit of scorn.

"No, no." He Nanzhi waved her hand and explained: "When we walked into the store, we realized we didn't have our wallet with us. We just wanted to go home and get our wallet."

Ji Yan crossed his arms, tilted his head and chuckled: "This store accepts credit cards and WeChat payments."

"We didn't bring our mobile phones either." He Nanzhi glanced at Ji Yan and said politely: "Mr. Ji, enjoy your meal. Let's leave first."

Ji Yan smiled and said, "Come here, I'll treat you to hot pot."

He Nanzhi, "..."

Su Qinghe was pulled in by He Nanzhi, and they sat together opposite Ji Yan.

She knew that Ji Yan was the investor in He Nanzhi's new script, so she didn't say anything and sat silently next to He Nanzhi.