After marrying the richest husband

Because of the age gap that cannot be bridged with the old housekeeper.

Sang Qiao decided to immediately stop a series of questions about who Jing Jing was and where Jing Jing was.

The professional-looking No. [-], [-], and [-] movers unloaded Sangqiao's few luggage from the car, and moved them to the villa under Yuan Bo's instructions.

There is a screen from the entrance hall to the main hall.

A pair of antique shelves are placed on the left and right sides of the screen.

When a mover was carrying things into the main hall, he accidentally wiped the antique shelf on the right.

On the top of the shelf was a blue and white porcelain vase, which was bumped and swayed twice, and it took a long time to stabilize myself firmly.

Sang Qiao stared at the vase for a while, then said cautiously: "Uncle Housekeeper, is the top vase expensive?"

Yuan Boci smiled very kindly on his benign face: "Young Master Sang, please rest assured, this is a fake and worthless."

Sang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Bodao: "It's a work of Ming Chengzu Zhu Di's time imitating Tang Taizong's time. It can't catch the eyes of Mr., so it's put on the shelf for appearance."

Sang Qiao: "..."

well.

If one day Fu Xingzhou returns him to the Sang family.

Then he will steal a vase and sell it.

Sang Qiao glanced at the vase reluctantly, then carefully kept a distance, walked around the antique rack and screen, and followed Uncle Yuan upstairs.

of course.

Instead of taking the stairs, take the elevator.

The elevator stops on the third floor.

Uncle Yuan led Sang Qiao through the corridor, bent down and opened the door: "Young Master Sang, this is the room that Mr. prepared for you, please check if you are not satisfied, we will modify it immediately."

Sang Qiao poked his head out to take a look in, then immediately retracted his head.

This bedroom seems to be more than 100 square meters, and the study and terrace are planned in partitions.

In the middle is a large exaggerated round bed, and a soft sofa is placed on the other side.

Yuan Bo reached out and touched the controller on the wall.

The original suspended ceiling above the round bed is automatically separated to the two sides, revealing a whole blue sky through the clear glass.

Yuan Bodao: "This room uses a dome design and can be controlled by voice. If you are in a bad mood, you can lie on the bed and watch the night sky, which may help you relax."

Sang Qiao: "..."

No, no, no.

He doesn't deserve it.

As a temporary substitute marriage partner.

Sang Qiao felt that he was really embarrassed to occupy such a good room, stepped in and out, rubbed his nose: "Uncle Yuan, why don't I change the bedroom?"

Yuan Bo immediately took out a notebook from his pocket: "Is there something in the room that doesn't suit you?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao leaned on the door frame: "No, it's just... I live here, where does Fu Xingzhou live?"

Uncle Yuan immediately understood Sang Qiao's meaning, and thinking about it divergently, he said with a smile: "Mr. told me before the business trip that you just moved here, so you may not be used to it, so I prepared a separate room for you first."

"Of course, if Young Master Sang is willing, the master bedroom is downstairs from yours."

Sang Qiao: "..."

He just wanted to change rooms.

She didn't want to share the bed with Fu Xingzhou!

Does he look horny? !

Sang Qiao held back his stomach and didn't say anything. He closed the door very depressed, leaned back his body, and fell down on the big bed in the new bedroom.

what.

so soft.

Sang Qiao, who had never slept in such a comfortable bed, rolled around twice contentedly.

He decided that if he divorced Fu Xingzhou in the future, even if he couldn't steal the vase, he would take the mattress away.

It's just a pity that such a good bed can't sleep for a few days, and he will go into the studio to shoot.

Sang Qiao took out his mobile phone and checked the time. What he also saw was a message that was sent half an hour ago in the WeChat group of variety shows created two days ago.

[Your stage yourstage comprehensive group:]

Coordinator tiyna: The recording time of the first episode of the program is confirmed to be next Monday. All parties are requested to do a good job of coordination, and the trainees will enter the group on time.Please reply.all members.

Photography team onn: Received.

Lighting cattie: Received.

Trainee Jiang Tong: Accepted.

Trainee Fang Yuzhou: Accepted.

Trainee Zhou Yu: Received.

……

Trainee Sang Qiao: Received.

There are at least dozens of groups on Sangqiao’s WeChat, and each group is blocked all the year round, unless there are full members, they will click in to take a look, and other times they will not read it at all.

After replying and receiving it, Sang Qiao flipped through the chat history.

Unsurprisingly, it was found that the production team was basically silent, only a few trainees often battled in the group, full of presence.

Lie sprawling on the bed gossiping and finished all the chat records, just happened to catch up with Uncle Yuan going upstairs to call him for dinner.

Sang Qiao rubbed his stomach, got up with a grunt and ran down the stairs.

As soon as I arrived at the table, I was shocked by the dishes on the table.

The clear soup lacks water, and the green and colorful vegetables make people feel like they are in an ecological farm.

Sang Qiao was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "Uncle Yuan...I know that the price of meat in the market has increased recently..."

Uncle Yuan set the table and chopsticks for Sangqiao: "Master Sang, all the ingredients purchased at home are special ingredients. You have not recovered from your cold, and the recipes are prepared by the nutrition team and determined by experts."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Probably because of seeing Sang Qiao's sad face.

Uncle Yuan thought for a while, "If Mr. Sang doesn't like this taste, I'll immediately order the kitchen to switch to Western food."

Sang Qiao was dying: "No, can you give me a steamed bun so I can put Laoganma hot sauce on it?"

Yuan Bo and the chef rejected Sang Qiao's request indifferently.

Sang Qiao, who had been in close contact with the ecological farm, walked back to the room with heavy steps, and a reminder to add a new friend popped up on the mobile phone WeChat.

Sang Qiao ignored him and yawned lazily, thinking that life without chili and meat had lost hope.

After a while.

The phone's incoming call rang.

Sang Qiao picked it up with a sleepy expression: "Crooked?"

The male voice on the other side of the phone seemed low: "Naping?"

It was Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao, who had eaten a lot of grass, was full of frustration and shook his head: "No."

Fu Xingzhou said: "Submit my friends through WeChat."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao hung up the phone, then clicked on WeChat and took a look.

The new friend's verification name only has a period, and even the profile picture is Zhang Yiyi, which is the landscape painting that comes with the phone.

Remarks need to be modified when adding friends.

Sang Qiao thought about it and added a note to Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou was probably busy with something, and he didn't say anything after passing the verification.

Sang Qiao lay down on the table and played a few small games.

The WeChat interface finally jumped.

Dean of Education: I will return to China next Monday.

Dean of Teaching: Is there anything I need to bring?

Sang Qiao: "???"

How much face does he have to let Fu Xingzhou buy for him?

Sang Qiao immediately typed with crackles.

Mu Youqiao: No, thank you, Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu has worked hard on his business trip! [bow jpg]

Dean of Teaching: Have you eaten yet?

Sang Qiao: "..."

This knife is really accurate and ruthless.

Sang Qiao pondered for a long time on the phone, and sent a long series of messages to Fu Xingzhou.

Mu Youqiao: Let's eat!

Mu Youqiao: Well, Mr. Fu, I really don't need any professional nutritionist or chef.

Mu Youqiao: I will eat more fruits and vegetables, can the nutrition team be withdrawn? [seeking jpg]

After a while, Fu Xingzhou came back.

Dean of teaching: Is it not delicious?

Mu Youqiao: No, it’s just that I’m not used to it...

Dean of Teaching: Alright, tomorrow I will change to another chef.

Sang Qiao: "..."

OK.

A cook is always a little more normal than a team.

Everything should not be too forceful.

Fortunately, the new chef who came in the next day looked very ordinary.

In his fifties, about to be bald, wearing an old shirt and linen pants, he looked no different from the old man on the street making fried dough sticks for breakfast.

A table of dishes came, although it still didn't have the hot and spicy taste that Sangqiao used to love, but it was delicious in color and fragrance.

Compared with the healthy and ecological vegetables from the farm yesterday, Sangqiao is already too satisfied.

There are not many servants in the whole villa, and with the absence of Fu Xingzhou, no one dares to take care of Sang Qiao's completely unscientific daily routine.

Sangqiao sleeps until [-] o'clock in the evening every day, and wakes up at [-] o'clock in the noon. After several days of happiness, his mood is really high.

It was the night before entering the group.

Yi Chu drove over and caught a Sangqiao who was eating a crab leg.

Sangqiao's dinner is raw crab porridge made by the new chef, using the best butter crab.

The tender and white crab meat is blended with the boiled rice grains, which is delicious and goes well with rice.

Yi Chu sat across the Sang Bridge for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Is it delicious?"

Sangqiao's sharp little tiger teeth bit the crab shell with a bang, and made a big piece of crab meat: "It's delicious, Senior Yi, would you like a bowl?"

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu swallowed, trying to tell himself that he wasn't hungry: "I won't eat after three o'clock in the afternoon."

Sang Qiao raised his head from the porridge bowl, blinked: "Oh, that's such a pity."

Yi Chu took a deep breath and continued to lie to himself: "Actually, it's fine if you get used to it. The main thing is that this porridge looks like it was made by a famous chef in Beicheng."

Sang Qiao ate a large piece of crab leg meat in one gulp.

Yi Chu: "The chef's family used to be an imperial cooker, and the taste of the meals he made was amazing. It's just that he retired two years ago, and many people tried to hire him but failed."

Sang Qiao looked at Yi Chu sincerely, and smashed his mouth.

Yi Chu: "...so there are still in the kitchen, right?"

Sang Qiao drank the porridge in the bowl upside down, nodded contentedly: "Yes."

Yi Chu walked towards the kitchen.

Just ran into Sangqiao's new chef in the corridor.

The chef obviously still had some impressions of Yi Chu, and nodded to him: "Mr. Yi."

Yi Chu was stunned: "Chef Yang? My brother invited you over?"

Chef Yang said with a smile: "Yeah, anyway, I'm close, so I have nothing to do. Mr. Fu said that a friend in his family has been in poor health recently and was hungry. He asked me to come and help with the cooking."

Yi Chu: "..."

The crab porridge in the purple casserole in the kitchen is exactly the same as the one in the restaurant.

Yi Chu returned to the restaurant with the porridge in his hands inquiringly.

Sang Qiao was sitting on his seat playing with his mobile phone, when he saw Yi Chu coming over, he took a small rag and wiped it on the side of his seat with a special wink.

Yi Chu strode over: "No need to wipe!"

Sang Qiao: "???"

Yi Chu put the bowl on the table, turned to Sang Qiao and said, "By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. Fu Xingzhou is my cousin. You don't need to call me senior, just call me by my name."

Sang Qiao pulled the rag back: "Raven told me."

Yi Chu pondered for a long time, and then tried again: "The new chef, do you know his name?"

Sang Qiao said: "You said Uncle Yang, he said that he was laid off a while ago, so he came here to cook."

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu's heart was filled with the aroma of lemons, he put down the bowl and said to Sang Qiao, "Is your variety show going to the booth tomorrow?"

Sang Qiao nodded.

Yi Chu: "Are you nervous?"

Sang Qiao: "Don't be nervous."

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu was actually called by Fu Xingzhou on the phone.

Before coming here, tell him to see if Sang Qiao's cold is better, and by the way, comfort Sang Qiao and give him some experience.

Yi Chu had already thought up the words, but when he came, he found that Sang Qiao was well fed and sleepy, and he didn't feel at all that the trainees were going to the training camp.

Silence, is tonight's delicious raw crab meat porridge.

Yi Chulian drank two bowls, and when he walked out the door, he regretted that he had never stepped through this threshold today.

He made his way down the stairs as he decided to go back and do two hundred more crunches.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a royal blue Maserati parked at the garage door.

The weather tonight is actually not that good, it's foggy, like it's going to rain lightly.

But the latest Martha still shone with the loveliness of money in the dark sky.

Fu Xingzhou was on a business trip, and the car was parked outside the garage, so he knew it hadn't been long since he came back.

Yi Chu got into his car angrily, took out his mobile phone and called Fu Xingzhou.

The phone was quickly picked up by Raven, and then transferred to Fu Xingzhou: "What's the matter."

Yi Chu honked the horn to show his anger: "I went to see Sangqiao. Chef Yang raised him fat and white, and he looks better than me."

Fu Xingzhou hummed.

Yi Chudao: "And he's not nervous at all... I said brother, why do you have to bring me in as the main creator?"

Fu Xingzhou said concisely: "Convenience."

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu took a deep breath: "No, brother, you are too interested in Sangqiao. You just got married, and you send resources and cars, and even the chef finds a royal chef. You don't like him, do you?" ?”

Fu Xingzhou's voice was extremely cold on the phone: "Hang up."

Yi Chu: "..."

fuck.

Do you like it or not?

Yi Chu, who tossed and turned in the gossip, had doubts and ushered in the first recording of the show.

Like most growth talent shows.

The very beginning of the first phase of yourstage is where the trainees choose the class they think their level belongs to.

Sang Qiao took Ai's number plate, went up and chose class F at the end, and sat down obediently.

Looking at the entire stage, Sang Qiao was the first trainee to take a seat in class f.

The photography team specially gave him a close-up shot: "Why did you choose class f as soon as you came up?"

Sang Qiao pursed her lips: "Because I have 13 numbers for myself."

He is a natural screen face, with a delicate and small face, and a kind of youthful paleness, which looks especially good in the camera.

The goal of the first phase of the photography team is to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, so naturally they will not let go of such a good opportunity so easily.

Immediately asked the next question: "Then why did you come to this program?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Of course, it's because the company is about to close down, and other artists have terminated their contracts.

But this reason cannot always be said in front of the camera.

then.

Sang Qiao thought about it seriously for a while, and then said deeply: "Well, it's probably because I can get food and shelter..."

The author has something to say: Yi Chu: Today is also a day to stand on the front line of candy making, so I am very happy.

Qiaoqiao:?Where is the sugar, I also want times 00