After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

I wanted to ask what the task was, but Cen Xing was blocked by Lu Mingshen who said, "The specific assistant will copy you by email", and the other party added: "Try to contact by email if you need anything."

"I'm not your subordinate!" Cen Xing walked out of Lu's villa while slandering, waved his hand to refuse the driver to pick him up, and walked directly back to the arranged house, but within 10 minutes, he received an email from Tang Jin, and he was relieved: " That's it……"

The next morning, Cen Xing hurriedly opened the door, and there was a black heightened Maserati parked in front of the villa. The moment the door opened, he couldn't help but see: Lu Mingshen was wearing a tailored suit, a solid-color tie, and sterling silver cufflinks , calm and capable, and heroic.Cen Xing inadvertently caught a glimpse of the top button he buttoned. The more it is hidden, the more it makes people dream. This is probably the charm of mature men and abstinence.

Seeing him coming, Lu Mingshen raised his eyes slightly, without saying a word, his gaze stayed on him for a moment, he nodded calmly, and then continued to look at the document in his hand.

Cen Xing is wearing a formal suit today. He looks slender, neat and tidy. His well-groomed short black hair fits naturally. His natural peach eyes are full of smiles. Glowing pearls.His five fingers are slender and fair, resting on his knees, looking cute and youthful; the sun slanted on his face from outside the window, outlining his perfect facial contours, making his already delicate appearance even more handsome dazzling.

Remembering yesterday's reminder, Cen Xing sat quietly in the car, fearing that he would annoy Lu Mingshen, so he consciously sat in a corner far away from that person, turned his head, and pretended to look at the scenery.So he didn't realize that Lu Mingshen didn't turn over a single page of the documents he was holding.

"We will hold a press conference at Lu's later to announce your marriage to Mr. Lu." On the way to Lu's, Tang Jin, the co-pilot, introduced the upcoming itinerary to Cen Xing: "Your documents were expedited last night. Send it to the marriage registration office, theoretically, from 0 o'clock today, you and Mr. Lu are legally married."

Nodding with half understanding, Cen Xing heard Lu Mingshen said in a deep voice: "I will know what to do later?"

"I know, I will play a vase well." Cen Xing replied, which was quite in line with the original owner's design.

Lu Mingshen didn't speak, Tang Jin said, "Here we are."

The moment the car door opened, many of the reporters on the scene saw Cen Xing himself for the first time. They didn't expect that the legendary Meng's eldest son, who was unable to support him, was so good-looking, and his exquisite facial features could compare with the stars. , more interested in him.As soon as Cen Xing stepped out of the car, countless flashlights blinded him almost blindly, and several microphones rushed in front of the security guards, almost stuffing them into his mouth:

"Mr. Meng, did you marry Mr. Lu for the property of the Lu family?"

"Mr. Meng, I heard that you were excluded from the Meng family's social circle, and you are not counted as the Meng family. Is it true?"

"Mr. Meng..."

If it wasn't for Lu Mingshen being by his side, Cen Xing really wanted to roll his eyes: What's none of your business? !

Ignoring the swarming media, Cen Xing turned his head and looked at Lu Mingshen who had lowered his wheelchair, still calm, as if he was not surprised.He thought maybe it was time for "business", so he took the initiative to approach Lu Mingshen, and naturally held the man's hand.

The moment the two men's skin touched each other, they were startled. Cen Xing thought that Lu Mingshen was going to shake him off, but the man just frowned, held his hand falsely, and entered the company together.

Cen Xing didn't listen to what was being said at the press conference. Lu Mingshen's hands were broad and powerful, with distinct knuckles, but what caught his attention the most was that the man's palm was as rough as sandpaper.

It wasn't until Lu Mingshen picked up the microphone that Cen Xing could see clearly that the man's inadvertently exposed palms were full of worn out blisters.

Not to mention that Lu Mingshen is currently disabled, even in the past, he didn't need to do much heavy work by himself.The blisters on his hands were old and new, and some of them showed a faint blood color, which was shocking.

After the press conference, the two left the hall, Cen Xing asked in a low voice, "Does your hand hurt?"

Stopping the wheelchair, Lu Mingshen looked up at him, and said without sadness or joy: "It has nothing to do with you, your mission today is over, take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, Lu Mingshen nodded slightly at him, and entered the elevator with several assistants, leaving Cen Xing with a hesitant expression on his face.It seemed that the person's body temperature still remained on his hands, Lu Mingshen lowered his head, Cen Xing's hands were slender and white, and the touch of fingertips passing over the back of his hands was soft and smooth.

As for his entire palm, the strings of blisters are ugly and disgusting, and the oozing blood is disgusting. Lu Mingshen looked at the person in the elevator mirror expressionlessly, and when his eyes fell on the bent legs, he subconsciously clenched them. With both fists, thick hostility flashed in his eyes.

"President Lu," the secretary behind the report reported: "The contents of Mr. Cen's phone card have been recovered."

With his eyes closed, Lu Mingshen turned cold, and turned on the phone silently.

On the other side, Cen Xing watched the elevator door close, and said to himself: "It's miserable, and my temper is really bad." He heard the assistant on the side carefully ask: "Mr. Cen, do I need to send you back now?"

"Ah, good." Cen Xing regained his energy and strode back: he tossed and turned last night, and he came up with a bold plan.

In the afternoon, Cen Xing sat in the car and looked at the greenery outside the window. He did not expect to return to the most familiar place so soon. The refreshing aroma of green grass in the air was refreshing and as friendly as going home.

The moment Cen Xing stepped into the gate of the racecourse, many employees seemed to be a little impressed by his face, but they didn't dare to go forward. He walked to the front desk generously and said politely: "My surname is Cen. I don't know if your manager is free. Want to buy a horse."

After a while, he was invited into the manager's room, pushed the black card given to him by Lu Mingshen yesterday to the opposite side, and went straight to the topic: "I hope to personally select a seven to eight-year-old warm-blooded horse, which can be a retired sprint horse, or It is a new horse that has not been trained, and the training is done by myself, please write Mr. Lu's name in the horse owner registration."

Seeing the doubts of the person opposite, Cen Xing didn't want to explain too much, his eyes were sincere and tough, and he said: "There should be a new warm-blooded horse coming in here, you just need to treat me as an ordinary buyer, and I will bear the consequences alone .”

Half an hour later, Cen Xing clicked on the registered live broadcast software, cleared his throat, and turned on the camera: "Hi everyone, my name is Cen Xing, to celebrate my wedding, I want to make a small bet with you here, I will Buy a horse live, train from scratch, and challenge to reach the two-star level of showjumping within two months."

Hearing what he said, the horse farm manager and the groom who were with him had only one thought: Is this man mentally ill? !

Next, Cen Xing's declaration almost filled the live broadcast room instantly, and the entry was directly airborne on the headlines of X Wave: "I will set up 24-hour surveillance in the stables. As you can see, I will complete the whole process by myself. If the challenge fails, I will give away a horse to every viewer who signs in during the live broadcast, which can be discounted!"

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Cen Xing: Send horses live (bushi)