Possessiveness: The private little wife of the paranoid CEO

59 days.

Already miss her so much.

But she was pregnant after all.

Lu Beiyan still has a sense of proportion.

With tears in her eyes, Shi Ran pushed her hands on his chest.

Lu Beiyan kissed her softly, suppressing his emotions, "Okay."

He lifts her up.

Go to the bathroom to help her clean, then gently hug her back.

The little girl was so tired that she soon fell into a deep sleep.

And he turned back to the bathroom...

……

The next day, when I dyed it up, I simply washed it and went downstairs.

The aroma wafted from the kitchen, and she laughed, "Aunt Ju, what delicious food are you making today, it smells so good!"

As a result, after jumping to the kitchen, what he saw was Lu Beiyan in black pajamas, who was full of energy. He was wearing a pink apron, and he was skillfully stirring the porridge.

"The baby is up, sit down and try the porridge my husband cooked for you."

Shi Ran was stunned for a moment. Why did his attitude change 180 degrees? Is it because of last night?

Her nose was a little sore, and she was leaving in less than a month, and she had to take care of the baby by herself after that.

But now he cuts her nails, he helps dry her hair when washing her hair, and sometimes even washes her hair...

She couldn't rely on him too much, she was afraid that she would be reluctant to leave.

And when he changed his attitude, Shi Ran was even more afraid that he would soften his heart.

"I don't eat. I don't like what you cook. I don't have an appetite."

After she finished speaking, she walked straight to the door and left directly in the elevator.

Holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, Lu Beiyan stared blankly at the closed door. The pork rib porridge was steaming hot, and the ceramic bowl was very hot, but he didn't seem to feel it was hot.

After maintaining this movement for more than ten seconds, he put the porridge on the marble table with a gloomy expression.

Ah.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

He thought that after last night, Ranran had forgiven him.

I didn't expect that they were so sweet yesterday. She could turn her face and deny anyone when she put on her clothes.

what is this?

play him?

It works!

Much more than he can afford to put down. .

He kicked the kitchen door hard, angrily took off the pink apron on his body, and threw it directly into the trash can, with a gloomy face as if it had been spilled with ink.

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After getting along for a few days, the two of them returned to the previous state of incompatibility.

But Lu Beiyan would still wash her hair, blow dry her hair, cut her nails, etc. Every time she helped, she would be fierce.

"I'm afraid that your nail scissors will poke your belly, so stupid, don't hurt my daughter."

"I'm afraid you'll crush your stomach when you wash your hair. You're so stupid. Don't hurt my daughter."

"I'm afraid you'll hit your stomach with the hair dryer when you're drying your hair. You're so stupid. Don't hurt my daughter."

……

Daughter, daughter, daughter...

Will he be a daughter slave in the future?

"How do you know it's a daughter?" Shi Ran asked him.

Lu Beiyan's eyes darkened. Except for him, he did not allow any man to be liked by her.

Therefore, it must be a daughter.

If it's a boy, he pushes it back.

No, give it away.

-

Soon it was the day before the finale of "Crossing the Wild".

When Shi Ran looked at the huge villa, she was a little disappointed. She took out the divorce agreement in the last box under the dressing cabinet, looked at it, took out a piece of paper from the notebook, and wrote something in it.

She checked this room with a camera measuring instrument, but there was no camera.

However, there are so many servants in the villa, which one is not an invisible camera.

She has already bought a private jet and made all the other preparations. Now she just needs to wait for "The Wilderness" to finish and she can leave.

Maybe just simply get away for a while.

Now that she is the person in power of the Shi Clan and a popular painter, she no longer needs to rely on others to get out of the golden cage he built for her.

After hiding the things, she went to the kitchen, it was the last day, let's make him dinner.

After Lu Beiyan came back, he went to the bedroom first. He didn't see Shi Ran, so he went down again and saw Qianli in the kitchen.

It's almost four months pregnant, and her stomach is already a little pregnant.

Aunt Ju stood aside and watched anxiously, "Put some salt, a little, yes, a little too much..."

She wiped her sweat with her sleeve, wishing she could do it herself.

"Madam, why don't you just sit down and let me come, the oil fume is too heavy, it's not good to smell too much..."

Usually Mr. Lu is afraid of falling when he holds Miss Shi Ran in his palm. If he comes back and sees her in the kitchen, he will definitely be angry.

Shi Ran was wearing a mask, gloves, an apron, and was fully armed, "Aunt Ju, can you let me concentrate on cooking, you always affect my performance like this!"

Ever since she said she was going to cook, Aunt Ju has been rambling...

Lu Beiyan witnessed this scene, he frowned and went over, grabbed the shovel in her hand, his face was gloomy, "What are you doing! The kitchen is so dangerous! What should I do if it's hot?"

After a pause, he changed his words, "What if my daughter gets burned?"

Seeing Mr. Lu finally came back, Aunt Ju breathed a sigh of relief and walked away wisely.

"Give it to me quickly! It's going to be a mess!" Shi Ran didn't expect him to come back so early.

Lu Beiyan sighed imperceptibly, blocked her behind, and skillfully stir-fried with a spatula in hand, "Why are you cooking all of a sudden?"

""Guo Ye" is about to finish, and I want to celebrate it in advance." Shi Ran looked at the dishes he had stir-fried as if he was obedient, and the color of each piece of meat was uniform and attractive.

On the other hand, the few dishes she made on the side of the marble are so dark that you can't tell what they are, they are simply dark dishes.

"How many more?"

Shi Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's the last one."

Two people eat, usually when Aunt Ju cooks, she will prepare seven or eight dishes.

But she only prepared three dishes and one soup today.

Just after cooking two dishes, Lu Beiyan came back.

The last dish was brightly colored, and it could be seen that it was made by a different chef from the previous two dishes.

Soon, they were sitting at the dining table, and Shi Ran glanced at the wall clock. It turned out that it wasn't that Lu Beiyan came back early, but that she was too smudged. It took almost an hour to cook the two dishes, and Aunt Ju was still helping.

On the dining table, there were two dishes that were too dark to tell what they were, a sliced ​​meat with green peppers, and a pot of soup with a few egg yolks floating in it.

Shi Ran sighed, she wanted to cook a meal to repay Lu Beiyan's care, but now, she couldn't tell whether it was repayment or revenge.

"Would you like some takeaway?" She blinked.

Lu Beiyan put her two plates of dark dishes on the other side, rolled up her sleeves, and walked into the kitchen, "Sit down and play a game."

He was wearing a black shirt, with the cuffs rolled up, and his arms were sharp. He took the pot of soup and went back to process it. He skillfully took the remaining dishes prepared by Aunt Ju and threw them into the pot.

The sky darkened unconsciously, and the setting sun outside the window fell on him like honey, splitting into wisps of orange-yellow vignette, smudged on his chiseled profile.

In less than half an hour, two delicious dishes were served again.

The processed soup has a thick milky white color and an excellent aroma.

"Lu Beiyan." She called his name.

"What's the matter?" Lu Beiyan raised his eyes to look at her, very strange, her eyes were soft, but seemed to be hiding something he couldn't understand.

Shi Ran caught his penetrating gaze, quickly looked away, and lowered his head to eat, "The food you cook is delicious."

"Then eat more."

It seems that he will become a frequent visitor to the kitchen in the future.

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The show is postponed until tomorrow. .