Spoiled Star Wife: President, I Surrender

After dealing with these students all afternoon, Lu Qinghuan was exhausted when she returned home. When she saw Bao Yanchen getting off the car, she suddenly felt less tired than before!

Lu Qinghuan, who originally wanted to go upstairs to bed and rest for a while, threw his coat on the sofa, and walked towards Bao Yanchen in a hurry:
"What do you mean by this today?"

Lu Qinghuan looked at the smile on Bo Yanchen's face, and felt that this kind of smile was clearly intended to be ridiculed. From the last time she gave a lecture in the university, Bao Yanchen frequently made troubles, so she knew that this man just wanted to make fun of her by teasing her!
"Did something happen today?"

Bo Yanchen pretended not to know anything.

The expression looks a little smug.

"Don't think I don't know anything. Did you send those students to my studio on purpose? What do you want to do?"

She thought that only the student who called before would go today, but she didn't expect that Bao Yanchen found such a group of acting students, and she had no reason to refuse others, and these students also paid their tuition fees.

But she just didn't understand Bo Yanchen's purpose for doing this.

"Would it be good for you to watch a little milk dog who is still in school get along alone?"

Bo Yanchen's rhetorical question caught Lu Qinghuan off guard. She suddenly thought of a question, is this man jealous?
She carefully looked at the expression on Bao Yanchen's face. This man seemed a little uncomfortable after being watched by her for a long time. He wanted to bypass her and go straight into the villa. How could Lu Qinghuan give her such a chance?
Bo Yanchen walked to the left, Lu Qinghuan walked to the left, he walked to the right, Lu Qinghuan followed to the right, anyway, Bo Yanchen was not allowed to enter.

"Are you jealous and angry?"

Lu Qinghuan looked at the sullen expression on Bao Yanchen's face, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Don't you think I won't be angry?" Bao Yanchen's eyes were fixed on Lu Qinghuan.

"This student is the one who called me this morning and wanted me to give him a class. I didn't know him before, and I was just bored at home. Even if I taught him alone, but I work It’s not like there’s no one in the room, so how could it be a lonely man and a widow?”

Seeing that Bao Yanchen didn't speak for a while, Lu Qinghuan continued: "Before you frequently went to my class to make trouble, this time you invited so many people to come to my class together, don't you just want to play tricks on me? ?”

Seeing Bao Yanchen's silence, Lu Qinghuan was also a little angry and subconsciously wanted to go back to the room, but he didn't expect to be grabbed by the arm just as he turned around.

Bo Yanchen gently squeezed Lu Qinghuan's arm, and brought Lu Qinghuan in front of him:

"It's because I want to see you all the time, whatever you want to see, that's why I go to class, and I want to reiterate, I didn't mess with your class."

"Then what do you mean this time?"

"Those students love acting very much, and have gone to my company for help repeatedly, because it is convenient, so I told them directly..."

For a soft-hearted person like Lu Qinghuan, Bo Yanchen's words are enough to make Lu Qinghuan understand him.

"Then why didn't you tell me in advance? Instead, arrange such a play for me?"

What Lu Qinghuan hates the most is that others deceive her. How could Bao Yanchen not be angry when he sent so many students to her studio this time?

"Madam, this is my suggestion. The president heard that you are going to take the students to the studio, so he mentioned it to me later, and I will arrange for those students to go there. If you want to blame me, you can blame me."

The little assistant at the side saw that Bo Yanchen couldn't cope with Shang Lu Qinghuan's questioning, so he immediately stepped out and took the blame, which can be called a model for assistants all over the world.

Hearing that the assistant behind him came out to take the blame for him, Bo Yanchen suddenly became stiffer: "Look, I didn't do this."

Lu Qinghuan glanced at it, and Bao Yanchen glanced at it again. The assistant standing behind her walked upstairs angrily and closed the door firmly.

"President, why do you go to Madam's class? Since Madam doesn't like you to go, you can go to other experts to attend classes."

Bo Yanchen was sitting on the desk in the study at the moment, and the assistant was sorting out the materials, asking questions while sorting out.

"And this time Madam just wanted to teach that little boy. If you let so many people go there at the same time, Madam will definitely be angered. Why bother?"

Maybe it was because the assistant was too irritable, or maybe it was her other reasons, Bao Yanchen looked out the window and pursed his lips:

"When you really care about someone, you will try to get close to her, look at her, and see her appearance. Besides, she has gone through so much a while ago. I want to make her happy. As for today's incident, how can she How about accepting the little boy's request?"

The man's jealousy is too strong, the assistant thought secretly in his heart.

"But isn't Madam also angry now? It's not worth the loss if you do so." The assistant said dryly.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Bo Yanchen didn't even lift his eyelids. He originally wanted to make Lu Qinghuan happy, but he didn't expect this woman to lock herself in the room now.

"Since Madam is so angry, you'd better not provoke her now, but Madam is tired all day, and she should have something good for dinner, why don't you apologize to Madam during dinner."

The assistant's brain is sometimes useful.

"If it doesn't work..."

Before Bo Yanchen finished speaking, the assistant said in a helpless tone: "I'll just pack up and get out."

A few hours later, Lu Qinghuan, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes, her stomach was already growling with hunger. After washing up slowly, she changed her clothes and went downstairs. Standing next to the stove in the kitchen with an apron on.

"Madam, the young master knows that you are angry, so he came here to cook a meal for you. I hope you will not be angry again."

The servant next to him hurried forward and said.

Looking at Bao Yanchen who was busy in the kitchen, Lu Qinghuan didn't know what was going on, and sat down on the chair at the dining table: "I don't want to eat the food he cooks, I want to eat the food that the chef usually cooks. I cook!"

She doesn't want to eat the meal made by this stinky man now, thinking that one meal can get rid of her?