The rich man: Which little husband of mine

Zhan Xinyue interrupted him just as he was about to start his report.

She didn't want to hear about this headache-inducing work at all.

It was this sentence that made Duan Nanjia discover that Cui Zheming was also there.

"Boss Cui, you are here too."

His words were full of frustration.

Zhan Xinyue patted his abdominal muscles and said, "Isn't it normal for President Cui to be here? He has to work for me."

After saying this, Zhan Xinyue suddenly felt that she was being too oppressive.

Cui Zheming had to work for her during the day and sleep with her at night.

Even the donkeys in the production team were not so tired.

Suddenly, I feel guilty?

Duan Nanjia was patted and her face turned even redder: "No, I just didn't expect it."

"Put aside what you have on hand for a moment. Can you cook?"

"Ah? Yes." Duan Nanjia has been able to cook for himself since he was young.

Zhan Xinyue raised her chin in the direction of Cui Zheming and said, "Go over and help."

Because Zhan Xinyue felt that Cui Zheming was a little too tired, so the solution she thought of was to find someone to help him share the burden.

Of course, she couldn't do it herself, after all, she was the sponsor.

Duan Nanjia put down what he was holding, rolled up his sleeves, walked over to Cui Zheming, and after greeting him, the two of them had almost no extra words except for the necessary exchanges.

Half an hour later, Cui Zheming and Duan Nanjia brought over four dishes and a soup.

Cui Zheming skillfully set the table for Zhan Xinyue.

Duan Nanjia stood aside, not knowing where to sit.

Zhan Xinyue washed her hands and glanced at his reserved look: "Sit on my right."

"Ah."

Duan Nanjia then relaxed a little.

After it was done, Zhan Xinyue was still wiping her hands, so she didn't pick up her chopsticks.

Cui Zheming helped Zhan Xinyue serve the soup.

Duan Nanjia had nothing to do and didn't dare to pick up his chopsticks first, so he just watched.

Zhan Xinyue was amused by his behavior: "This is not a formal occasion, there is no table etiquette, you can pick up your chopsticks first."

"...Yeah, I know, I just...I was thinking, what to eat first."

"Okay, whatever you say." Zhan Xinyue smiled helplessly.

She drank a bowl of soup first, and then praised it without reservation: "This soup is good."

When she said this, she was looking at Cui Zheming.

Because in her impression, Cui Zheming’s soup tastes like this.

However, Cui Zheming did not take all the credit at this time.

"It's still the same old recipe, but Mr. Duan added a spoonful of sugar to it. I think it tastes really good."

"Well, it's more delicious. I didn't know you had this skill."

Duan Nanjia felt even more uncomfortable when he received the praise: "No...no, I'm...used to it."

"Nanjia doesn't need to be modest, it's really great."

Nanjia...

She called him Nanjia!

Duan Nanjia couldn't help but lower his head even lower, his face turning unnaturally red.

His name sounds so nice~

Duan Nanjia was delighted after the meal.

After dinner, Duan Nanjia began to report his work to Cui Zheming.

When I get so busy, I forget about time.

Because they still had to finalize the antique business matters, the two of them communicated for a long time, and before they knew it, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

If Zhan Xinyue hadn’t called Cui Zheming upstairs.

They're not done yet.

Cui Zheming was also very scheming. When he saw that it was Zhan Xinyue calling, he turned on the speakerphone directly.

"Hey?"

"Boss Cui, it's almost time, hurry up and come to bed!"

"Well, here we go."

Duan Nanjia, who was standing nearby, smiled stiffly after hearing this: "Then I'll come back tomorrow."

When he said this, Zhan Xinyue heard it on the phone.

"Nanjia, don't leave. Please clean up a guest room downstairs for yourself."

When Duan Nanjia heard the voice on the phone, he still felt a little secretly happy.

But he couldn't help but glance at Cui Zheming's eyes.

Fortunately, Cui Zheming still had no expression on his face and seemed not to care.

He was not afraid, but he felt that the other person was his master after all, and he could not learn the other person's skills and then steal the other person's wife.

Although...she is not my wife, but in a sense, she is almost like that.

He just felt a little guilty.

But when he heard that he could stay, he couldn't help but feel happy. Perhaps this was also the reason why he came in the afternoon.

Duan Nanjia responded softly: "Yeah, okay."

Cui Zheming had a strong sense of ownership and took people to the guest room before going upstairs.

When I went upstairs, Zhan Xinyue was already lying on the big bed, drowsy.

Cui Zheming felt a little guilty, so he washed himself and walked to her table.

It's a pity that Zhan Xinyue realized today that she had exploited Cui Zheming too much, so she "kindly" let him go.

Cui Zheming thought that she didn't enjoy his food because she was worried about the people downstairs.

For a moment, I felt a crisis in my heart.

He is different from others. Not only does he have her, but he only recognizes her in this life.

He knew that the relationship between two people might not last forever, but he didn't want to be eliminated so soon.

Zhan Xinyue had no idea what he was thinking.

Instead, he held the person in his arms and prepared to sleep.

Until the next morning.

When Zhan Xinyue woke up in his arms, she found that this man's eyes were all black and blue.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Could it be that she didn't sleep well?

No, she sleeps very well. As long as she feels comfortable with the doll in her arms, she will sleep well.

Cui Zheming's voice was a little hoarse: "Yeah."

"Why~"

"Are you... am I going to be eliminated?"

Cui Zheming thought he said it easily, but the trembling in his voice betrayed him.

Zhan Xinyue was stunned for a moment, then chuckled helplessly: "Why would Ming think so?"

"last night......"

last night?

Isn't it just that he wasn't 'rewarded'?

"will not."

"Ok?"

Zhan Xinyue hugged him tighter, then played with the nails on his chest with one hand.

Cui Zheming was enveloped by the familiar feeling and immediately found his most comfortable feeling.

Zhan Xinyue whispered gently into his ear.

"How can I abandon such a good dog like Ming so easily~"

......

In the end, Cui Zheming finally got the love he wanted most.

"Boss Cui, please keep your voice down. Nan Jia is downstairs."

......

Duan Nanjia woke up early, but the two people upstairs had not made any movement.

He wanted to go up, but was afraid of delaying them or seeing something he shouldn't see.

In order to get rid of the random thoughts in his mind, he decided to make breakfast.

But breakfast was almost turning into dinner, and the two people still didn't come down.

He decided to go up and take a look first.

When he went upstairs and was about to knock on the door, Zhan Xinyue's bedroom door opened.

Cui Zheming had just put on his shirt and hadn't buttoned it yet. The red marks on his neck left by the restraints were particularly eye-catching.