I asked you to go on a blind date, why would you rent a billionaire CEO?

"Which is more important, work or husband?" the man finally asked.

"They are all important. I won't tell you until I finish shooting this set of shots first."

She hung up the phone and went back to work.

In the president's office of Dongyu Group, Lu Chenyu's face became increasingly darker.

He made another call: "Tingxuan, are you in Hong Kong? Please help me look after your sister-in-law."

These days, he accompanied Ji Lanzhou to Hong Kong City to study. The reason was very simple. The response from the Huamei clothing market was like this: the clothing styles were old and ugly, and the prices were getting more and more expensive.

It is no longer the national brand it once was.

Even if Dongyu Group's holding company takes over Huamei, it will take time to save the situation.

"Brother, I don't have time. I accompany Zhou Zhou everywhere every day. There will be a fashion week in Hong Kong tomorrow night..."

"I asked you to do something, why are you talking so much nonsense? The group has so many things to do, but you went to Hong Kong City to play by yourself. Is it because I haven't dealt with you for too long and you are itching for it?"

Lu Tingxuan was confused at the time. How could this be called playing?

"Brother, I have always been in charge of the Dongyu clothing field, as you know."

"going or not?"

"what?"

Lu Tingxuan didn't react immediately.

The next moment, he hurried to make amends: "I'll go, I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen my sister-in-law for a long time, and I miss her so much."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Chenyu got up and went downstairs.

At the elevator entrance, Mu Lingyun came over to greet him, "You're off work on time? Didn't your sister-in-law go to Hong Kong City?"

"After get off work? I'm going to Feng Group, why don't you come?"

Mu Lingyun quickly waved his hand, he had to hurry back to eat.

It's so hard to get a chance to spend time with each other, who would still want to work?

"No, I have something to do tonight."

Assistant Yun came over with the prepared plan, "Boss Lu, the plan is ready, shall we go?"

During this period, Yun Feier avoided Mu Lingyun intentionally or unintentionally, and never prepared breakfast for him except for work needs.

Sometimes, she would pick up the hot milk involuntarily, but unfortunately, she could never give it away again.

I tried to ask, "Is President Mu off work too?"

Her cold and beautiful face looked a little haggard, and her plump and attractive figure also became a little thinner.

"Ah."

"Are you free tonight? We haven't seen each other for so long, why don't we have dinner together..."

"No, I have an appointment."

Mu Lingyun avoided her burning gaze.

The three of them walked into the elevator and the atmosphere became silent.

As soon as she walked out of the elevator, Yun Feier walked away quickly.

Her mature and plump back makes people feel lonely no matter how you look at it.

Lu Chenyu glanced at him sideways: "I heard that you recently got a girlfriend and you're living together. Is it developing so fast?"

He obviously didn't believe it.

Mu Lingyun did not explain too much: "You will know about this later."

Only Lin Shaofeng knew about the little milk bag's affairs. Others had only heard about it but did not know the specific details.

"Assistant Yun is a good girl who devotes her whole heart to you. You are so heartless."

"You can't force feelings. Wasn't it the same before you met your sister-in-law?"

Lu Chenyu looked at him deeply and walked to the stretched Lincoln.

Mu Lingyun also got into the Rolls-Royce and left.

When Wen Xiaomei returned to the community in the morning, she opened the refrigerator door first to check. There were neatly arranged vegetables, chicken, duck, fish and meat inside. She clearly remembered that they basically never cooked at home, except that she would cook snail noodles. Where did these vegetables come from?

Without thinking much about it, I cooked a bowl of noodles for lunch.

In order to thank Mu Lingyun for helping her so many times, she decided to show off her cooking skills.

I started preparing ingredients in the afternoon and made five dishes: braised mandarin fish, braised spareribs with soybean sauce, salt and pepper shrimps, scrambled eggs with cucumber, and chicken and mushroom soup.

Starting at five o'clock in the evening, she stood at the bay window and kept her eyes on the downstairs, because Mu Lingyun's car driving in was very recognizable and could be recognized at a glance.

It is also the only top luxury car in the community.

It was not until the Rolls-Royce appeared at the gate of the community that Wen Xiaomei's scattered gaze focused again, and she felt a little expectant.

From her back, she looked like a wife quietly waiting for her husband to come back home.

She didn't notice at all.

I have never waited so long for a man before. Even though I was very good at it, I never received such treatment.

A few minutes later, Wen Xiaomei prepared her slippers, opened the door and waited for him to come back.

Familiar footsteps sounded, and there was a fiery light in her eyes.

The tall figure of the man appeared at the corner, his smiling eyes tinged with warmth.

"I'm back. I've been working all day. You must be exhausted!"

She naturally took the coat from the man and handed him the slippers with her other hand.

Let the man have a momentary illusion that this might be the warmth of home.

She is really beautiful.

When she smiles, her bright little canine teeth reveal a hint of playfulness.

Perhaps, if it weren't for that failed marriage, she would have been just as happy.

There was heartache in her eyes, and her words were naturally gentler: "You don't have to serve me like this. You can be more casual at home in the future."

After changing into slippers, Wen Xiaomei blushed and her heart beat fast under the man's gentle gaze.

Soon, she said to herself: Xiaomei, what are you thinking about? He is a nobleman who is high above everyone else. He is just gentle and kind to others. It’s not because you are special. Don’t think too much.

Looking up again, Wen Xiaomei smiled lightly: "Go wash your hands, you can eat soon."

"Okay, let me have a taste of your cooking."

There was a little more casual warmth between the two of them.

“I am very confident in my cooking skills!”

Mu Lingyun washed his hands and returned to the dining table. There was rice and a bowl of fragrant chicken and mushroom soup in front of him.

"Thank you." The man was used to eating big fish and meat, so he found these home-cooked dishes very fresh.

Taking the spoon, he took a bite and couldn't help nodding, "Not bad, very fragrant, different from what the chef made, with a unique flavor."

Only Mu Lingyun himself knows that this is the taste of home.

When I was a child, when I went to my grandmother's house for dinner, my grandmother would cook delicious food herself.

Wen Xiaomei kept looking at him with nervous eyes.

"I didn't expect your cooking was so delicious."

She responded: "If you like it, I will make it for you later."

"Okay."

There were no flowers, red wine, or romantic red candles, but this simple meal was the most comfortable one Mu Lingyun had had in all these years.

Very ordinary spare ribs and salt and pepper shrimp, these ingredients are not usually on his menu.

Wen Xiaomei took the initiative to put some food into his bowl. He ate it with gusto and said, "Xiaomei, have you heard this saying?"

"What?"

"They say that to keep a man's heart, you have to keep his stomach first. Your cooking is so delicious..."

Noticing her emotions, he smiled and said, "People always have to face the past. You are good. Don't be discouraged from happiness because of some stupid men."

He just wanted to break down her inner weakness bit by bit.

"I will."

However, she seemed somewhat unsure when she said this.

"Xiao Mei, since you cook so deliciously, why don't I hire you?"

"Ah?" She was a little confused. Aren't they just some home-cooked meals? How could they compare to the dishes prepared by chefs from five-star hotels?

What's more, she has to go to work.

"Don't think too much. In the future, when you have time to cook dinner, bring me some so that it won't interfere with your work."

"how much is it?"

"I'll give you 5,000 a month!"

"Five thousand?" she exclaimed.

"Isn't it too little?" Mu Lingyun knew that the chef at home earned tens of thousands of yuan every month.