After a flash marriage, she discovered that her husband was actually a billionaire CEO

When Mingyue heard Mingying's question, she panicked and rushed to deal with it.

"Auntie, don't act like you're checking your household registration. People will be embarrassed!"

Mingying scolded her lovingly, "You are a kid who always protects others. My aunt is not an unreasonable person. She always asks the right questions!"

She turned to look at Huo Beichuan, "Really? Beichuan!"

Mingyue looked at Huo Beichuan nervously, fearing that he would tell the truth about the fake marriage.

Mingying wouldn't be so angry that he would die.

Huo Beichuan's figure of almost 1.9 meters looked suffocated sitting on the small sofa, but his whole body still exuded a noble and cold temperament.

Mingyue was stunned, and her nervousness was relieved a lot.

Huo Beichuan guessed her worries and raised his eyes to look at her.

He told Mingying: "My parents are out of town, and there is only one uncle here in Yangcheng. I will take Mingyue home when this time is over."

Mingying nodded after hearing this, and Mingyue also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at Huo Beichuan, with gratitude and apology in his eyes.

Huo Beichuan's eyes were still calm and cold when he looked at her.

"It's time to eat!" Mingshan hurriedly served dishes from the kitchen, "Brother-in-law, you must try my sister's cooking, it's so good!"

"Okay." Huo Beichuan nodded.

Ming Yue and Ming Shan usually have a bowl of vegetable noodles each for dinner.

Save money and still have enough food.

She bought the fish only after Mingshan paid her wages today, and Huo Beichuan told her later.

Mingyue went to buy some pork, and for the first time, she also bought a chicken.

Now, the coffee table in front of Huo Beichuan turned into a dining table, filled with dishes.

Mingyue came out from the kitchen with a pair of bowls, chopsticks and spoons, and sat down next to Huo Beichuan.

Put it in front of him and whisper: "This is a new one I bought. It's very clean. Don't worry about using it!"

From her observation of Huo Beichuan during the day, she found that he was very particular and seemed to have a mysophobia.

So she bought a new set of tableware at the supermarket downstairs before Huo Beichuan came.

Huo Beichuan looked at the brand new tableware in front of him. Although it looked cheap at first glance, he still picked up the chopsticks.

There was a table of home-cooked dishes, and he didn't know which one to pick, or he didn't want to pick any.

He had never eaten such an environment and such an ordinary meal.

Usually at Qingshan Villa, a dedicated kitchen team is responsible for his three meals a day.

The ingredients are all specially supplied by Huojia Farm, and then mixed by top nutritionists and prepared by top chefs.

He was still picky about this, his face darkened, and the entire kitchen was frightened, reflecting on which dish and which service was not done well.

How could he eat this kind of food now?

"Eat, Beichuan, aunt will pick you up some vegetables!"

Mingying said hello while holding a piece of meat and preparing to put it into Huo Beichuan's bowl.

Mingyue quickly caught it with her own bowl.

She guessed that Huo Beichuan was definitely not used to others serving him food.

The old man just likes to express his enthusiasm in this way.

"Auntie, Beichuan picks it up himself, you eat yours, you don't have to pick it up for him!" Ming Yue told Mingying.

Huo Beichuan kept holding his chopsticks motionless. Mingyue felt strange and asked him in a low voice: "Is there nothing you like to eat? How about you tell me what you like to eat and I will make it!"

In Mingyue's eyes, Huo Beichuan was regarded as their family's benefactor, and he paid enough for Mingshan's medical expenses in one fell swoop.

He also cooperated with her in acting.

It’s time to accommodate.

"No, I'm not hungry." Huo Beichuan said coldly.

Even if she said she wanted to eat something, she couldn't do it.

Mingyue put down the bowl in her hand, "You have to eat then. If you're not hungry, you can eat less!"

Huo Beichuan wanted to say not to eat, but for some reason, he said: "Okay."

He reluctantly picked up some shredded green pepper and pork, put it into his mouth while suppressing his inner resistance, and chewed it a few times.

It's okay. It's not as unpalatable as I thought. It's still barely edible.

"Is it delicious? Brother-in-law!"

Mingshan ate deliciously with big mouthfuls of food, with a look of pride on his face, "You are so lucky to have married my sister. My sister's cooking is very delicious, isn't it?"

"Yes." Huo Beichuan nodded, with mixed feelings.

That's what they think is particularly delicious.

After barely eating a few mouthfuls of food, Mingyue served him a bowl of fish soup.

He took a few sips and found it was okay, light and refreshing.

I couldn't help but look up at the bright moon.

Being able to make Huo Beichuan say it's not unpalatable shows that his cooking skills are really good.

This little girl is so young, she knows everything.

After eating, Mingyue rushed to collect the bowl, but Mingying stopped her and asked her to accompany Huo Beichuan.

It is said that newlyweds are the time to get tired.

Mingyue sat next to Huo Beichuan with a blushing face, grabbing the hem of her skirt nervously with both hands.

Huo Beichuan lowered his head and saw the burn on her arm, "Mingyue, didn't you say you have burn ointment at home, why didn't you apply it?"

"Oh, I just forgot!" Mingyue got up and went to the bedroom, "Go wipe it now!"

Finally, I no longer have to sit so close to him.

It's so embarrassing.

Mingshan teased Huo Beichuan with a smile at this time, "Brother-in-law, hurry up and help my sister wipe it, the girls will coax her!"

Huo Beichuan was stunned, and then followed Mingyue into the bedroom with his two long legs.

The bedroom is small, with only a single bed, a simple wardrobe, and a desk.

Still the same, very clean and tidy.

After entering, Huo Beichuan smelled a faint fragrance, which was the same as when Mingyue ran into his arms.

It was different from the women who used to pounce on him, and the brand-name perfume that could be smelled from a long distance away.

Those things made him disgusted and avoided him, but this one made him feel a little comfortable.

Mingyue took out the ointment from the drawer, sat down on the bed, and suddenly found Huo Beichuan standing next to her.

"Mr. Huo!"

She stood up again nervously and looked at Huo Beichuan with her big eyes flashing.

Huo Beichuan sat down on the edge of the bed, took the ointment in her hand, opened it, and reached out to pull her arm.

Mingyue blushed and backed away, whispering: "I can do it myself."

Huo Beichuan looked up at her and returned the ointment to her.

Mingyue took the ointment and lowered her head to apply it on herself.

After wiping it off, I looked up and saw Huo Beichuan's forehead was red and had a bump under the light.

We just bumped into each other on the corridor.

Mingyue turned around and took out Yunnan Baiyao spray from the drawer and handed it to Huo Beichuan.

Pointing to his forehead, "Mr. Huo, spray here!"

After saying that, Mingyue turned sideways and let out the mirror on the wall behind her.

Huo Beichuan took the spray and sprayed it on his forehead in front of himself in the mirror, using too much force.

Too much potion was sprayed, and it flowed from the corner of my forehead into my eyes, which made me feel pungent.

He quickly closed one eye.

Upon seeing this, Mingyue immediately took out a tissue and wiped him with it.

Huo Beichuan was sitting and Mingyue was standing, the two of them were very close to each other.

Huo Beichuan could smell her fragrance, and with his other eye saw her delicate lips, porcelain white with crimson cheeks, and eyes as pure as obsidian.

His heart trembled, and his heart beat even faster.

Is it nervousness?

Impossible. He took over the Changkong Group at the age of twenty and was the president of a company worth hundreds of billions for more than ten years.

He never gets nervous, he only gets nervous when others see him.

Mingyue's fingers gently brushed against his forehead, as if brushing against his heart.

It's itchy.

"Mingyue, it's okay!" He called to her.

"Oh, okay, it's healed! You can spray it a few times tomorrow and it will be completely healed!"

Mingyue took her hand away from his face and lowered her head to meet Huo Beichuan's face. Only then did she realize that she was too close to him.

He instantly blushed to the base of his neck and took a big step back, "Sorry, Mr. Huo, I..."

"Call me Beichuan," Huo Beichuan said calmly, "Before we get divorced, you call me Beichuan. This is to prevent my uncle and your relatives from knowing about our fake marriage. It's good for everyone!"

"Okay, Mr. Huo, Beichuan." Mingyue nodded and answered softly.

"It's time for me to leave. If you have any questions, please contact me."

Huo Beichuan got up and went to open the door, only to find that the bedroom door was locked.

Ah this!