790: C790 I Feel Happy

C790 I Feel Happy

Sometimes, when she thought about it, she did not know where she was worth. Maybe Zhuang Yichen was too rich. That was why he did not care about spending money for her. He let her enjoy the glory of being surrounded by stars.

But she had never cared about that money. Whenever she thought about those things, She felt empty inside and made a lot of money. She didn't know how to take drugs, nor did she bet on zero. She didn't know how to spend so much money. She made clothes herself. She couldn't finish wearing clothes. She would do whatever she liked. There were always things that she wasn't satisfied with in those big shots in the world, so she would make a style that she liked. She saved the money again.

Yet Zhuang Yichen, who was so cold, kept praising her, "Not bad, it suits you quite well. "

Hearing him say this, She felt even more that she could not spend the money.

The car drove very slowly until the studio staff was already preparing to get off work.

With the car keys in hand and high heels in her high heels, He slowly walked up to the fourth floor of the building. The finished product exhibition area was renovated stylistically. It was close to 700 square meters. It was divided into several areas, and the clothes were arranged according to the type. The second floor was the guest fitting area, which was warm and comfortable. The third floor was the employee workplace. The designers were very busy. The fourth floor was her office area. It was empty. The white color was the main color, mourning for Qiu Xiaoya.

Although this building was not located in the center of the city, it belonged to the central area of the wealthy district in the south. Zhuang Yichen was a big spender. This building was not rented. He bought it. The owner's name was Qiu Xiaoya. She would not work from now on. She could still live a leisurely and rotten life by relying on the rent of this house.

She remembered that when she heard the news that day, she worked hard on the bed to serve Zhuang Yichen for the whole night. She played all kinds of tricks and he was satisfied as he ran around her body. His voice still echoed in her ears, "Qiu Xiaoya, you are simply a demon. You are Qiu Xiaoyao. "

Just as she went up to the fourth floor, she pushed open the door and smelled a familiar smell of smoke. This fellow!

The designers liked the space of freedom and the office did not have too many complicated furnishings. Everything was painted white. Even the floor was filled with white gelatin. The office desk was the same as the office, simple and big. She closed the door behind her and the man sat in her office. He crossed his legs on the desk and shook his toes. His leather shoes were as shiny as new and he fell on the chair. He looked so lazy that he was holding a cigarette in one hand. He held the manuscript in the other hand and looked at it. He didn't know if he really understood it or not. He teased, "Yo, Even though you know I'm here, you still want to come in?"

Xiaoya combed her hair and put on the slippers that only wore in private space. Her feet touched the ground and her body relaxed. It was really comfortable. It turned out that being bright and beautiful was for outsiders to see. Comfortable and warm was for oneself to enjoy. "My office. If you want to come in, you have to come in. What do you have to do with it?"

Zhuang Yichen threw away the script in his hand and the four or five manuscripts dispersed just like that. Only two of them happened to land on the white office table. The rest of them fell to the ground. He grinned and smiled brightly. "Didn't you get off work? Why aren't you running when you see me? Or are you waiting for me with the birth control medicine that you have prepared all the time?"

Jiang Zhao had been lying beside Ye Er the whole time, listening to her muttering with her eyes closed. He was afraid that she would get tired of talking, so he made some water drip into her mouth.

He even wanted to take care of her without sleep or rest. When she woke up, would she be touched? Would she say, Hubby, I miss you so much. I love you.

He remembered that dream again and exhaled. Forget it, what do you mean by love or not? He did not believe that a marriage without love could not end in vain. They would be able to nurture each other and treat each other with respect.

The door was knocked twice. The sound was very soft. Jiang Zhao was not afraid of disturbing Ye Er. He even hoped that she could hear his voice and shouted loudly, "Who is it?"

"Young Master Zhao, I'm here to deliver food. "

"Come in. "

The nanny carried three insulation barrels over. There was also a maid following from behind. She carried two insulation barrels in one hand and four insulation barrels in the other. Other than porridge and dry rice, there were at least 12 dishes. She filled the table with dishes. Jiang Zhao was speechless. This was too much, wasn't it?

"Madam Lee, why are there so many?"

The nanny also filled up the soup and placed it properly. He felt that the small plates on the table were not arranged well. The meat and vegetables were placed in a bad position. As he cooked the dishes, he spoke. He could not help but hold the corner of his mouth, as if he was blaming him. "What's more? These days, I only sent three dishes to each meal. There are only two more dishes today. Young Master Feiyan said that you have a good appetite today. Make some dishes that you like to eat. I estimate it. I haven't even finished cooking the dishes that you like, so I'll make some more tomorrow. You have to eat more. I've lost weight recently. "

Jiang Zhao sighed. There was really nothing he could do. Forget it. Who asked him to talk so much? He insisted on asking Fei Yan for more dishes. His grandfather probably wished he could bring over the table at home.

Nanny looked at Jiang Zhao and felt a little guilty. Although the young madam wasn't scolded by Jiang Zhao, the way she walked past her and didn't say a word to her made her feel even sadder than blaming her, "Young Master Zhao, you should eat first. I'll feed the young madam. "

"No need, I'll do it. " Jiang Zhao felt that there was no way he could let the nanny handle such a joyous matter. Ye Er woke up and could eat. It was natural to let him enjoy this kind of satisfaction. He had long hoped that she would wake up.

The servants of Qin family were very careful. They took a few pieces of the soup and grew up.

The nanny let the other servant go back first. After cleaning up this place, he would return to the Qin Residence.

Jiang Zhao chose a small one. The rice soup was very thick. He scooped up a spoonful and put it by his mouth. The porridge cooked with fragrant rice was very fragrant. He only put it in Ye Er's mouth when it was warm. He gently opened his mouth and just as his mouth opened a little bit, he put the spoon handle up and the rice soup flowed into the woman's mouth.

Every time he saw Ye Er's throat move, he could hear the sound of swallowing. For so long, nothing could make people feel happier than hearing such a sound.

Jiang Zhao was very happy with such actions. After Ye Er finished eating, he fed her another spoonful. Seeing that she was swallowing so hard, he really wanted to turn all the dishes on the table into rice soup for her to drink. She must think that the rice soup was very delicious, right?

Until Ye Er lazily opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Zhao. Her eyes were wet and the corners of her mouth twitched from time to time, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

Jiang Zhao held the spoon above Ye Er's lips and looked at her. His eyes were also somewhat wet and he endured it. He swallowed hard and blinked again. After the water vapor dried up, it all flowed into his heart. Look at her small appearance, look at her weak and lifeless eyes. . . Look at her trembling lips. It must be very uncomfortable.1

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