Shenhao's Daily Life of Ordinary People

Chapter 209 Good Night, Wives

"what happened?"

Chen Yu is driving the Bugatti Veyron seriously, and the cars in the imperial capital are crowded and there is no room for distraction:
"Are you in a hurry to go back to the casino?"

Mao Jingru had been planning for a long time, but was interrupted by Chen Yu, so she couldn't say it.

She took a deep breath, glanced at Chen Yu resentfully, and answered directly:

"Well, after the group's annual meeting, my grandfather is going back to Las Vegas to deal with affairs. There is something wrong with Africa. I should go back too."

"What's the problem?" Chen Yu asked casually.

I remember that during the meeting with He Honghua in the courtyard, He Honghua also mentioned that there seemed to be an infectious disease in the African subsidiary.

Sure enough, Mao Jingru answered exactly this matter:
"An unknown disease has appeared in Africa. Speaking of which, this matter has attracted the attention of the World Health Organization.

The employees of Grandpa's subsidiary company were also infected. The subsidiary company faced a major choice of continuing to open for business or suspending production. He had to go back and take charge of the overall situation. "

Out of pure curiosity, Chen Yu asked a few more questions, but Mao Jingru didn't seem to know much, so he stopped asking.

This matter has nothing to do with him.

It was almost noon, and according to Mao Jingru's suggestion, we drove to Kaiseki Flower Chuan Minoji for lunch.

——None of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants in the country.

The per capita consumption is more than 7000.

It is said to be one of the most frequent restaurants where you can meet celebrities.

Before entering the restaurant, Chen Yu went to the bathroom, while Mao Jingru waited outside the restaurant, not in a hurry to go in alone.

Because it was a meal, even though the consumption was high, from time to time, a team in twos and threes passed by Mao Jingru and entered the restaurant.

"Miss Mao? Are you coming to eat too?"

A greeting pulled Mao Jingru's gaze away from the phone.

The young man who said hello was originally covered tightly, followed by a bodyguard, when he saw Mao Jingru, he took off his mask on his own initiative.

"Yes." Mao Jingru responded politely.

She recognized him, popular actor, idol trainee, Huang Zitao.

Huang Zitao smiled, and continued to walk forward after saying hello, stopped after walking a few steps, turned his head and invited with a smile:

"Is Miss Mao alone? Can I have the honor to dine with you?"

"No, I'll wait for someone." Mao Jingru resolutely refused, ignored him, and looked towards the bathroom with her mouth pursed.

As for Huang Zitao, seeing Mao Jingru's refusal, he smiled politely and entered the restaurant.

When Chen Yu came back, Mao Jingru took the initiative to take his arm, which made him startled.

This action seems familiar.

"What's the matter? Your suitor appeared again?" Chen Yu joked with a smile.

Most likely it was used as a shield again.

Mao Jingru is not the kind of woman who is as beautiful as a fairy. Although she is good-looking, she does not stand out from the crowd.

So among the general public, not many people know who she is.

When meeting her for the first time, at least Chen Yu had no idea who she was.

But in the rich second-generation circle, because of her strong family background and the rare image of "not playing" in the circle, many people know her on the contrary.

In the eyes of the second generation of men, it is even more popular.

"No."

Mao Jingru denied it, but smiled happily.

Entering the restaurant, Chen Yu immediately saw the traffic star Huang Zitao in the distance.

Those round eyes.
Look at Mao Jingru's smirk again.

Uh.

It's clear.

Buy a car and meet Xiao Wang, eat a meal and meet Xiao Huang.
Labor and capital Nima's left leads Huang and right Qingwang.

Ignoring "Little Huang"'s gaze, he and Mao Jingru chose a private seat to sit down and order food.

eat lunch.

"You don't do wildlife research now, what do you usually do? Just play?" Chen Yu asked casually during the meal.

"So I'm usually very boring." Mao Jingru curled his lips helplessly, and then his eyes lit up again:
"Brother Chen, you study art, right? Why don't you teach me how to draw?"

"You want to learn how to draw and you want me to teach you? Let me just say, your grandfather can't hire you a professor from ZY Academy of Fine Arts?" Chen Yu gave her a white look.

"That's different." Mao Jingru curled her lips, wondering if this is the same thing.

Keep begging.

then.

In the afternoon, the two of them didn't go anywhere, but stayed in the courtyard to learn painting.

One dares to learn.

One dares to teach.

Teach by hand.

"No, why does your bird have four legs?"

... "It's a horse."

……

"Why are the eyes of the person you drew so small?"

…"It's not a man, it's a squirrel."

……

"What are the people you drew fighting for?"

…"sugar cane."

……

"What are these spilled on the ground?"

…"Steamed bun."

……

"Have you lost your studies?" Chen Yu, who claimed to be Picasso in Fengcheng town, asked his students after one afternoon.

In fact, they didn't teach much. Both of them doodled for fun, and they drew whatever they thought of, and it didn't have any meaning.

Moreover, it is said that he learned from Chen Yu, and he only knew when he was painting that Mao Jingru had actually learned painting since he was a child, and his painting skills were not much worse than Chen Yu's.

Instead of "teaching", it is better to say "comparison".

Mao Jingru laughed:

"Brother Chen, I feel like I have learned it, how about I draw a photo for you?"

Chen Yu undressed.

Mao Jingru: ... "Brother Chen, what are you doing?"

She turned her head away, blushing.

"Didn't you say to draw me a photo? When we used to paint, the models were all undressed." Chen Yu grinned and did not really undress, teasing her.

"Then take it off." Mao Jingru said with a blushing face without turning her head.

Chen Yu: ...

After a while, Mao Jingru finished painting Chen Yu's portrait... in clothes.

"Let me go, you are a good painter, you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger." Chen Yu looked at her work.

is really good.

It has to be said that compared with him, a person who came from a major in painting, he is not much worse.

A professional standard among amateurs.

Mao Jingru giggled when she heard being praised.

An afternoon was spent in painting jokes.

In the evening, the two went hand in hand to Sanlitun Bar Street.

In the imperial capital at night, it was extremely cold and windy to walk on the street.

Mao Jingru didn't wear much, and she shrank her neck from the cold, so Chen Yu put his coat on her, and put a hood on her...

With this outfit, she suddenly changed from a bloated girl to a young woman.

A little girl selling roses passed by:
"Uncle, buy a rose."

Chen Yu: ... "Brother."

Mao Jingru smiled gloatingly at the side.

The little girl who bought roses looked at Mao Jingru, then at Chen Yu: "You see, your mother laughed at you when you said that."

Mao Jingru:? ? ?

"Hahaha…"

Now it was Chen Yu's turn to gloat.

Offending the two of them at once, it is impossible to sell the roses to Chen Yu and the others.

Not far ahead, Chen Yu met another child selling roses, so he bought one and gave it to Mao Jingru:
"There are more than ten days before New Year's Day, and we may not be able to meet each other on New Year's Day, so I wish you a happy New Year's Day in advance!"

"Thank you."

Mao Jingru took the rose and smelled it:
"Brother Chen, I also wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

Chen Yu smiled and looked at the sky, thinking that he would not be able to accompany many people on New Year's Day, so he could only send blessings in advance... Happy New Year's Day, wives.

The two walked aimlessly for a while, and finally found Jiaqing.

Ordered two cocktails.

Sitting and chatting under the stage, listening to the soothing folk songs on stage, life is so pleasant.

That night, the two stayed until the early morning before Chen Yu sent Mao Jingru back.

Then drove the Maserati that had been towed back to the hotel.When we arrived at the presidential suite, the twin sisters were already asleep.

Both of them left messages to Chen Yu on WeChat, the contents were exactly the same:
"Brother Yu, I'm going to bed first, good night!"

Chen Yu smiled... Good night, wives!
Good night, wives of the imperial capital!
Good night, Yangcheng wives!
Good night, wives who don't know each other in all corners of the world!
(End of this chapter)