The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiang Ruoli had no idea what he was asking for. She just moved her finger, took out her card, swiped it, and bought the bracelet.

However, when he was kneeling in the hall earlier, he actually begged for Pei Zigui.

"Emm...Please pray to the Buddha that my husband will become rich."

This way, she can continue to shop without fear.

The subject is also very important, it is her husband, Jiang Ruoli. If they get divorced one day, it won't count.

It doesn’t matter whether Pei Zigui makes a lot of money or not, but her husband Jiang Ruoli must make a lot of money.

Hearing a certain word, Pei Zigui's dark eyes were filled with doting, and he smiled and pinched Jiang Ruoli's fair cheek.

"Well, then I will work hard to make money and not let Mrs. Pei down."

Assistant Mote, who was driving seriously, also made a silent wish, hoping that Mr. Pei would make a fortune.

This way he can also get a salary increase!

*

When Shen Zhiyan came out of her grandmother's house, she looked up and ran into Li Yanzhou and his mother. She didn't know how she was dragged to Aunt Wanhua's house next door and chatted for a long time.

When we came out of the Buddhist Garden, we found that it was raining heavily.

"Yanzhou, it's raining so hard, remember to send Yanyan home safely."

"I got it, Mom."

Grandma took Shen Zhiyan's hand and patted it, and whispered: "Remember to thank Mr. Li and treat him to a meal when you have time. Don't lose your manners, understand?"

Shen Zhiyan's eyes flickered, she concealed her emotions, and responded softly: "I know, grandma."

Li Yanzhou, who was waiting in the rain with an umbrella, raised his eyebrows and said jokingly in front of the elders, "Then I would like to thank Miss Shen first?"

No good intentions, huh.

Shen Zhiyan deliberately didn't reply to him, "Grandma, I'm leaving first."

But when I opened the umbrella, it broke.

Grandma Shen looked embarrassed. "Oh, I haven't used this umbrella for so long that I don't even remember it was broken. What should I do in such heavy rain?"

Li's mother smiled and pointed at Li Yanzhou standing in the rain.

"Don't worry, Yanzhou is here, so Yanyan won't get wet."

"Miss Shen, are we leaving?" Li Yanzhou called out with a smile in his eyes.

Shen Zhiyan pursed her lips and looked at the man who extended his hand to her. At her grandmother's urging, she finally walked over.

Looking at the two people's leaving backs, Li's mother's eyes showed relief.

Her son had too many things hidden in his heart. He had no desires and no emotions. She was afraid that he would fall into the abyss of despair one day.

But now, there is finally someone in this world that he can care about.

Zhou Zhu had been waiting at the door. The luxury car with double license plates was very eye-catching.

Seeing two people coming, he hurriedly got out of the car to greet them.

"A towel, sir."

"Turn up the air conditioning."

"Yes."

Li Yanzhou took the towel and carefully wiped the water droplets off Shen Zhiyan's body.

Li's mother's umbrella was small, and although he held her tightly all the way, Shen Zhiyan couldn't avoid being blown by the slanting wind mixed with moisture, and her hair was slightly wet.

"Li Yanzhou, we can talk now."

The man's movements faltered slightly, and he ordered Zhou Zhu in a deep voice, "You go down first."

Zhou Zhu was holding an umbrella, standing upright a few meters away from the car.

Not long after, the car door was opened and Shen Zhiyan ran out, very excited.

He had only run a few steps when the man who was chasing him picked him up on the shoulders and threw him back into the car.

"Zhou Rong, come and drive!"

Hearing that Li Yanzhou was on the verge of a rage, Zhou Zhu hurried back.

As soon as I got in the car, I heard the man's gloomy voice with a hint of anger: "If this is what you mean by talk, I won't agree."

"Let me go!"

"Shen Zhiyan, I have seen every part of your body, and now you are talking to me about distance? Ha, what distance do you want? Last night..."

After that, I couldn't hear it anymore.

Li Yanzhou pressed the button, and the partition slowly rose, blocking the sound.

Until we arrived at Liyuan, there was no movement or instructions from behind.

Zhou Zhu got out of the car quietly and left.

*

Jiang Ruoli was carried all the way into Lanting Garden by Pei Zigui. Sitting on the shoe-changing stool, she looked at the clean and tidy soles of her shoes with great satisfaction.

perfect!

Pei Zigui saw the little movement clearly and his thin lips curled up.

He bent down and put the slippers in front of Jiang Ruoli, and said softly, "Auntie Lan is taking a day off today, what do you want to eat?"

"Auntie Lan asked for leave? Then why didn't you take me to a restaurant outside to eat?"

Neither of them can cook. Are they going to starve to death here?

“It’s raining too hard.”

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said calmly: "There is still steak in the refrigerator, do you want to eat it?"

Jiang Ruoli narrowed his eyes, his clear voice full of disbelief, "You did it?"

She didn't react for a moment, and sat on the shoe-changing stool. Pei Zigui was cooking? Should she call 120 in advance?

The next second, Pei Zigui picked her up along with her bag.

"Well, I'll cook it and you'll eat it."

The kitchen in Lantingyuan is divided into Chinese kitchen and Western kitchen, and the Western kitchen is open.

Jiang Ruoli was carried all the way to the kitchen by Pei Zigui and was placed on the edge of the workbench.

"Sit here with me."

Jiang Ruoli swung his legs and laughed, "What are you doing? Are you afraid of cooking alone? You are an adult."

"Yes, I'm afraid. Mrs. Pei needs to be in charge personally."

Pei Zigui supported his hands on her sides, lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips, "Give me some encouragement."

"..."

Jiang Ruoli just sat on the glass table and watched Pei Zigui take out the steak from the refrigerator, massage it, apply salt on it, and put it in the pot. He completed all the steps in one go and even arranged the dish at the end.

On the clean white plate, two medium-rare steaks were placed next to broccoli, carrots, and fresh skewered tomatoes.

Because Jiang Ruoli doesn't like eating cooked fruits, the cherry tomatoes were just washed and not put into the pot.

In addition to the steak, Pei Zigui also prepared a grapefruit and shrimp salad.

A series of skillful operations left Jiang Ruoli dumbfounded.

In this way, wouldn’t Jiang Ruoli be the only person in this house who can’t cook?

Oh my god, it feels like a betrayal as if we had agreed to take the exam together in school, but someone was secretly reviewing with a flashlight in bed in the middle of the night!

"When did you sign up for New Oriental's chef class without telling me?"

"Well, you scheming man, you secretly learned to cook and waited to surprise me, right?"

Pei Zigui washed his hands and wiped them clean, then picked up Jiang Ruoli, who was chattering on the stage.

"Well, was Mrs. Pei surprised?"

Jiang Ruoli raised her chin proudly and said, "You won't know until you try it. If it doesn't taste good, I won't eat a single bite."

The eldest daughter was spoiled since she was a child, and she would not compromise on food at all. It's not that she only eats expensive food, but she only eats delicious food.

Pei Zigui placed the cutlery in front of Jiang Ruoli, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Are your hands still sore?"

When asked this question suddenly, Jiang Ruoli's fox eyes flashed with some thoughts, and he put down the knife and fork he had just picked up.

She twisted her wrist in a pretentious manner and said in a delicate voice:

"It's sour."

"Ah."

Pei Zigui responded in a low voice and returned to his seat, slowly cutting the steak.

???

Is this the end?

What’s the difference between this and those men who make a lot of talk before the start but end it in a hurry?

Jiang Ruoli angrily used a fork to pick up a few pieces of grapefruit from the salad and ate them, muttering something.

"Eat all the grapefruits, I won't leave any for you!"

"A plastic husband is unreliable and doesn't care about others at all."

"So what if my hands are just sore because I'm pretending..."

Her mumbling made the man opposite her who was concentrating on cutting steak couldn't help but curl his lips.

Not long after, the steak in front of Jiang Ruoli was suddenly replaced by the man, and a plate of cut steak was placed next to her.

"Eat, Miss. Your hands are sore."