The rich man: Which little husband of mine

Zhan Xinyue poured herself a glass of red wine.

She didn't like red wine, so she just tasted it lightly.

Tsk~

So bitter~

She hooked her finger at Cui Zheming: "Come here~"

Cui Zheming knew that she meant "come here", not "walk over", so...

When he followed the order and said "come here", Zhan Xinyue grabbed his tie. Because she used too much force, his meticulously crafted suit became wrinkled.

Zhan Xinyue loosened his tie again and pinched his chin with her white little hand: "Boss Cui, try this glass of wine~"

Her actions were not gentle, but rather rough.

But Mr. Cui, I benefited a lot from it.

The show has just begun.

......

Cui Zheming didn't sleep all night, but Zhan Xinyue slept soundly.

When she woke up, Cui Zheming was still kneeling on the sofa.

"Come here~"

He came again, but this time, even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't because he had been kneeling all night.

So, you can only use your hands and feet.

Zhan Xinyue still felt distressed. After all, she didn’t want anyone to really kneel all night.

"Are you stupid? I'm asleep, you can take a rest secretly~"

"I don't want to disobey your orders."

Zhan Xinyue was struck by his purity.

"Then you are allowed to rest on my bed. Since you have behaved well, I will accompany you~"

Cui Zheming finally got a rest this time, and Zhan Xinyue slept all night. She was not sleepy at first, but listening to the regular breathing sounds beside her, she gradually fell hypnotized.

So they slept until the afternoon again.

When Cui Zheming woke up, he felt relaxed all over.

Zhan Xinyue had a terrible headache because she slept too much.

"Hmm...my head hurts~"

Cui Zheming quickly put down his phone and came over to give her a massage.

"How about we go out for a meal? If we get too much sleep and move around, it can help relieve the headache."

"Yeah, that's okay."

Zhan Xinyue quickly sat up, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went out with Cui Zheming.

Today, Cui Zheming rarely wore a suit. He wore the same milky white sweatshirt as Zhan Xinyue.

The whole person looks like a pure and cool college nerd.

Zhan Xinyue has been looking at him since she left the hotel.

Cui Zheming felt very uncomfortable being looked at.

"Is it... weird to dress like this?"

"No~ I'm just a little uncomfortable."

This is a different kind of handsome.

After hearing her words, Cui Zheming felt even more uncomfortable.

He felt that he was too old and didn't want the age difference between them to be apparent when they walked together, so he dressed like this.

But now it seems that the effect is not very good.

"Actually, I think it's not suitable for me. It seems..."

"Very suitable."

Cui Zheming originally wanted to make amends for himself, but he didn't expect Zhan Xinyue to say that.

"is it?"

"Well, you still don't listen to me?"

"Listen, from now on, I'll wear it more often."

"No~" Zhan Xinyue suddenly came closer: "No need to wear more, just wear it when you are with me~"

This is tantamount to adding a little more of Zhan Xinyue's label to Cui Zheming.

Both parties are very satisfied.

The afternoon rush hour in Beijing is really scary.

The two of them chose a place closer to the hotel.

After sitting down, Cui Zheming enjoyed himself very much and wiped her hands and cleaned the dishes.

Zhan Xinyue looked at him like this and finally understood why men like good wives and mothers.

It's really lethal~

"A Ming, when you get married, will you be so good to your wife?"

Cui Zheming's fingers paused, then returned to normal.

If this had happened before, he might have felt very uncomfortable, because he used to believe that people still had to get married.

But now that I think about it, if the person I marry is not her, it doesn’t matter whether I get married or not.

But how could she get married?

Cui Zheming pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.

Zhan Xinyue suddenly felt that it would be great if Cui Zheming would marry her.

But, just think about it.

Our current relationship is just to maintain the status quo.

How long it will last, who knows?

Yes, Zhan Xinyue really doesn’t know now that she will really marry Cui Zheming in the future.

There is more than one groom.

But these are all things for later.

These words still made Cui Zheming feel a little regretful.

The two of them had a simple meal, and then Zhan Xinyue and Cui Zheming went out for a walk again.

When it got dark, the two of them went back.

As soon as Cui Zheming returned, he threw himself into his work.

Zhan Xinyue was not sleepy at all because she had slept for nearly a day and a night, so she went out for a walk again.

When you come to Beijing, you naturally want to experience the customs and culture of the capital.

And she heard that there was a particularly famous young master in the "Jun Zai Lai" club in the capital.

It is said that many people are willing to pay a lot of money just to have a few words with him.

She must meet this kind of extraordinary person.

Jun Zailai can be said to be the largest club in Beijing.

In a place like the capital, there are still people who dare to do such a thing openly. It seems that the person behind it has certain capabilities.

Come to the gate again.

Zhan Xinyue came by taxi, and when she arrived at the door, the security guard stopped her directly.

"Ma'am, please show me your ID card."

?

how?

Do you need to use your real name to sing now?

"why?"

"...Are you of age?"

???

Zhan Xinyue was full of questions. Although she was a little young, she was not a minor, right?

In fact, it’s not the security guard’s fault for stopping him. When he was in Shanghai, Zhan Xinyue would always drive a cool sports car and dress exquisitely whenever he went out.

Although he looks young, he is definitely an adult.

She was dressed casually today and had no makeup on her face, looking like an underage girl.

But Zhan Xinyue didn’t bring her ID card today!

"No, can I give you my ID number?"

"......Row."

"..."

After she handed over her ID card, the security guard did not make things too difficult for her. The main purpose was to keep evidence so that she would have an explanation if anything happened later.

"Miss, please come this way."

The staff at the door knew she was a new face as soon as they saw her. Although she was dressed simply, the watch on her wrist worth several million dollars showed that she was not low-key at all.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"How many people are there with you today? We are upstairs..."

"Do you have a popular person?"

The young lady pondered for a moment.

"Are you talking about Luoyang?"

"Maybe, I don't know either." Zhan Xinyue really didn't know, she just heard about it.

The young lady may have seen too many people coming to Luoyang, and there is already some impatience in her eyes.

"Sorry Miss, we are closed in Luoyang today."