Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Zhuang Yunliu was caught by Yan Lan, and his body woke up for a moment.

He hurriedly suppressed it, and helped Yan Lan bring out the breakfast from the tray, put it on both sides of the table, and opened the dining chair for him, before going back to his side to sit down.

"You did this?"

"I just learned it." Yan Lan smiled, "I heard from grandpa that this is your favorite food, and it must be made at home."

Zhuang Yunliu held his chopsticks with a complicated expression on his face.After preparing for a while, he picked up some thin dragon beard noodles, blew it twice and then ate it, his eyes lit up visible to the naked eye.

"It's delicious, you have a great talent for cooking."

"No." Yan Lan said slowly, "I learned it from my aunt first, and then practiced it for a long time. Last night, my aunt didn't cook, so the two of us ate my test product together. Four bowls."

Zhuang Yunliu raised his head in surprise.

Yan Lan stared at him intently, "It's just for practice, I use a small bowl, and the amount is small."

"Oh." Zhuang Yunliu heaved a sigh of relief.

"But I've eaten enough, and I'm not hungry at all, so this bowl is yours too." Changing the subject, Yan Lan pushed her own bowl forward with a smile.

"But I can't eat so much."

"Grandpa said you can." Yan Lan leaned on the dining chair and drank soy milk, her beautiful eyes were full of interest, "And if you don't persuade you, just keep eating until you're full, until you eat yourself up."

Zhuang Yunliu: ...

"That was when I was more than ten years old and my brain was not very smart." Zhuang Yunliu muttered in a low voice, thinking that he was going to take off his underwear, "What did grandpa tell you about me?"

Yan Lan shrugged her shoulders, "It's nothing. Every time I go to see him, he always urges me to leave, and the video is the same. He hangs up in a hurry after he can't say a few words."

Yan Lan understands that Zhuang Ruoren wants him to spend as much time with Zhuang Yunliu as possible instead of himself in his spare time.

Why didn't Zhuang Yunliu understand?

After getting married, Zhuang Ruoren often called him at night to ask him where he was, and heard that he was working overtime, in meetings, and socializing. In short, he would be unhappy as long as he was not with Yan Lan, and then repeatedly told him to learn to plan. , balance work and family, and never neglect Yan Lan.

He decided to be obedient, and has recently begun to take home all the work that can be brought home to complete, and hold meetings directly online when there are temporary meetings.

Zhuang Yunliu thought for a while, got up and went to the cupboard to get a small bowl and spoon, took out half a bowl of soup, a fried egg and a few green vegetables on his own initiative, and said: "If you don't want to eat the noodles, let it be. Mouth, padded stomach."

Mr. Zhuang is so enthusiastic, Yan Lan naturally follows the good advice.

The two began to eat, and after Yan Lan felt that Zhuang Yunliu had finally regained some of his previous relaxed expression, Zhuang Yunliu occasionally thought of Yan Lan's flying expression and a little proud posture when he spoke just now, and also I feel that the sharp and vigorous guy who used to work in Huanhang is back again.

……

In fact, Yanlan’s chicken shredded noodle soup is not fresh in the first picture, but because he suddenly found the joy of life from housework.

With a mentality of experimentation and research, he will try different combinations and combinations when cooking, and conceive different arrangements; when folding clothes, he will repeatedly practice stacking the most beautiful shapes with the fewest steps; he will find a way to plan the shortest path for the sweeping robot ; Repeatedly adjust the position of the home decorations; take pictures at different times and from different angles, and pick out the most beautiful composition and light and shadow...

He was so absorbed in these things from morning to night that Zhuang Yunliu, who was not at home often, saw his busyness and decided to have a good talk with him.

At that time, the soy milk box made by Yan Lan had just been refrigerated to the best taste, and when he heard Zhuang Yunliu calling him in the living room, he took out the finished product from the refrigerator, brought it with a Western-style spoon, and placed it solemnly in Zhuang Yunliu before.

"Try it." Yan Lan's face was full of smiles.

Zhuang Yunliu was taken aback, then frowned and asked, "Did you buy it?"

"I won't give you a taste of the ones I bought." Yan Lan opened the box, dug out a spoonful and handed it over.

Zhuang Yunliu took the spoon, paused for a moment, but didn't eat it.

He put the spoon on the lid of the box, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked very serious.

"You shouldn't do it yourself."

Yan Lan's smile disappeared immediately, she turned around and sat on the armrest of the sofa opposite Zhuang Yunliu, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Zhuang Yunliu said seriously as if talking about business: "Cooking, cleaning, tidying up, washing and drying clothes... There are many things you shouldn't do yourself, haven't you already hired a housekeeper?"

The confusion on Yan Lan's face turned into incomprehension.

"I hired a housekeeper, but for example, the clothes are dry tonight, and the housekeeper will come tomorrow. I don't have to wait until then, right? Is it enough to just collect it? Do I still have to save it?"

"Isn't it?" Zhuang Yunliu also didn't understand, "Why else would you hire a housekeeper?"

"But I have time."

"Aren't you writing a paper?"

"It's not like I'm writing all the time, and I just handed in the second draft, so I just have some free time."

"Then you won't hire housekeeping?"

Yan Lan was taken aback for a moment, and said firmly, "Yes."

"Such a big house, can you handle it by yourself?"

"I'm too busy to talk about it."

Zhuang Yunliu: ...

This group of conversations was so outrageous that it reached grandma’s house. Zhuang Yunliu took a deep breath helplessly, and said sincerely, “Yan Lan, I didn’t marry you to do housework for me. In your free time, you can also do other things that you find interesting and meaningful.”

Yan Lan laughed, folded her arms and said, "Boss Zhuang thinks housework is pointless?"

"That's not what it means." Zhuang Yunliu was speechless again, then paused, "Do you still remember what grandpa said when he asked you to leave Huanxing?"

"Of course I remember." Yan Lan's tone turned slightly cold, "I know Grandpa is doing it for my own good, and I promised him that he would think about his own future, but I don't have any specific thoughts yet."

"If you don't have an idea, go find an idea." Zhuang Yunliu was also a little anxious, "Don't waste time on these trivial matters."

"But now I am very interested in these trivial matters." Yan Lan retorted persistently.

"Really?" Zhuang Yunliu raised his eyebrows, and said self-righteously, "Why do I feel that because you rely on me for food, clothing, housing and transportation, your self-esteem has been frustrated, and you feel uneasy if you don't do something for me?"

With a "swish", Yan Lan stood up from the armrest of the sofa.

The tone of this sentence is light, but to him, it is a sharp knife directly inserted in the heart, it is the ice water poured from the top of the head in nine cold days, it is enough to make the flames all over the body explode instantly. Flaming hot oil.

His breath was suffocated, he stood there with a flushed face, his stiff body trembling faintly, and tears filled his eyes uncontrollably as he stared at Zhuang Yunliu.

He clenched his fist slowly.

"Yes...you are right. I used to rely on your grandfather, but now I rely on you. I am indeed uneasy, but can this be calmed down by doing a little housework? I have obviously given back my whole life to you. "

His voice was hoarse, and his breathing was through the windpipe, with a knife-like pain.

Zhuang Yunliu was startled.

Yan Lan stood panting for breath, trying her best to restrain the humiliating tears in her eyes.

"And do you think I don't understand you? You don't want me to do housework, not because you care about me, but because your legal other half actually has to do housework by yourself. Being laughed at, right Mr. Zhuang?"

When it comes to stabbing skills, Yan Lan is not inferior to Zhuang Yunliu in the slightest, but even if his tongue has the upper hand, it can't heal the wound in his heart at all.

There is no way for him to stand here anymore, there is no way for him to be under the same roof as his legal partner.

He turned and walked towards the door.

After a few seconds of delay, Zhuang Yunliu got up and chased after him. He hastily brought over the opened soy milk box on the coffee table, and a whole box of cream was knocked on the ground.

Turning around to look, he couldn't help but think of Yan Lan's smile when he let him eat just now, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Turning her head again, Yan Lan had already opened the door.

"Yanlan!" Zhuang Yunliu ran over quickly.

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Mr. Zhuang: Life is too comfortable, so I just want to find something to do, or how to show off my superb wife-coaxing skills, what do you think?