100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

As night falls, the city street lights slowly light up.

After sleeping for a few hours, Zhao Chuyu woke up because of hunger.

When she woke up, she was alone in the big bed.

The room was lit up by a dim wall lamp, and the dim light revealed a hint of warmth.

It also calmed Zhao Chuyu's slightly uneasy heart a little.

She didn't care where Qi Jinan went. She pressed the quilt on her chest with her hand, sat up, slowly moved to the end of the bed, picked up the bathrobe on the sofa stool, and put it on.

The long curly hair, as thick as seaweed, spreads over the back, graceful and charming.

Put on your bathrobe, making sure you are not exposed at all, before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom.

I don’t know if it was because Qi Jinan applied medicine on her again, but she felt a cool sensation on her body.

Especially the "little garden" that is more tender than the flowers, the subtle sourness has completely disappeared.

I looked in the mirror and found that the kiss marks on my neck had faded a lot and were no longer so dense.

If you don't look closely, you might mistake it for a mosquito bite.

Zhao Chuyu stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself with complicated eyes.

[Zhao Chuyu, guard your heart, don't give it to others, and never step into the trap of gentleness. ]

After staring for a long while, she picked up a brand new toothbrush, filled the mouthwash cup with water, and began to brush her teeth and wash her face.

This is the presidential suite, which is luxuriously furnished and fully equipped, with nothing missing.

After Zhao Chuyu finished washing up, she walked into the cloakroom connected to the bedroom.

Qi Jinan should have been prepared, as the cloakroom was divided into two and was filled with clothes.

The left side is mostly formal men's wear, with only a few solid-color casual clothes.

The right side is filled with women's seasonal clothing, with various styles and types.

In the glass cabinet in the center, there are many matching jewelry and various expensive watches.

Zhao Chuyu chose the most common black pencil pants and a white shirt with ruffles, and did not wear a skirt.

He didn't even look at the jewelry displayed on it.

She had nothing on her neck, and she didn't even have pierced ears, so earrings were not an option for her.

A cloud of curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders and back, covering the kiss marks that had not yet completely disappeared.

She looks pure yet sexy in the mirror.

Even the simplest clothes on her could not conceal her natural charm.

The little face without any makeup is so tender that it seems like water can be squeezed out of it.

Without further ado, she put on her flat shoes, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Outside the room is the living room and dining room.

The entire space was still empty.

Zhao Chuyu was very clear-headed, and also knew that a president like Qi Jinan who had achieved success in overseas business must be even busier.

He can take time out of his busy schedule to visit her, perhaps because he is still in the novelty period and is very "sexually" interested in her.

After the "sexual excitement" is over, he will probably throw her aside and treat her like a worn-out shoe.

Zhao Chuyu paused for a moment, put on a mask, picked up her handbag, turned around and opened the extremely high-end pear wood door.

Unexpectedly, there were several bodyguards guarding the door.

Realizing that she was about to go out, he looked straight ahead and stretched out his hand to block her one meter in front of her.

"Miss Zhao, please go back to your room. You cannot step out of your room without the permission of Master Wu."

The words were respectful yet a little cautious.

Once Miss Zhao "escapes", she will face punishment. Who would not be afraid of that?

The two bodyguards in Shenzhen Stock Exchange who “failed to protect” are the best negative examples.

He was fired due to lack of ability.

Everyone who enters Saint Ann knows how generous Master Qi Wu is to his loyal subordinates.

The ordinary class not only earns six figures a month, but also enjoys a variety of high-quality benefits.

Not to mention the outstanding management, some of whom have annual incomes of over 10 million.

But relatively speaking, the better the welfare mechanism is, the more terrible the punishment measures will be.

No company would dare to hire someone who is labeled as incompetent.

The leading bodyguard thought of this and his face became more energetic, not daring to slack off for a moment.

Zhao Chuyu didn't know what happened after she left Shenzhen City. Her eyes, which were deliberately concealed to show seductiveness, exuded an unfathomable look.

She said nothing, closed the door, walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa.

What does Qi Jinan mean by this?

Deprive her of her personal freedom?

Even if she is a mistress who is not allowed to be seen in public, she has the right to come and go as she pleases.

On the other side, Qi Jinan, who received a call from Zheng Zhi and went to the hospital, sat at the first seat in the hospital conference room. He had a cold aura and a terrifying coldness in his eyes.

Zheng Zhi looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He stood quietly aside, reducing his presence and not being a cannon fodder in this war without gunpowder smoke.

Pan Wenxuan, the miracle doctor who had an undefeated record, sat at the bottom.

His face looked grim, and he felt a difficult situation for the first time.

The old lady that Qi Jinan asked him to save no longer had any will to survive.

The patient has no desire to live, so how can we save him? It's really a headache.

There were only three of them in the huge conference room.

No one spoke, there was dead silence.

The low pressure emanating from Qi Jinan also made the atmosphere feel heavy, with a bit more solemnity.

Pan Wenjian is already 85 years old and has personally felt the pressure released silently by the other party. He has to say that the youngest son of the Qi family has a very strong aura.

He is several levels better than Mr. Qi.

It is said that bad bamboo cannot produce good bamboo shoots.

Old man Qi, who had countless romantic encounters in his life, never expected that he would get such an excellent heir when he was old.

After Pan Wen Zhang finished his sigh, he looked at the gloomy face of the youngest son of the Qi family.

"Jin'an, does the old lady have any relatives in this world? If so, let him come over and chat with the old lady. Let her rekindle hope for this world, and then there won't be a big problem."

Otherwise, if the patient dies in the middle of the operation, what will he do?

This will make him feel guilty before he is buried.

What's more, he had accepted Qi Jinan's collection worth 10 billion yuan. Asking him to return it would be more painful than shedding blood.

I just don't understand what the relationship is between that old lady and the kid from the Qi family, since she contributed so much money and effort.

He has been acquainted with the Qi family for decades, but has never heard of such a person.

Qi Jin sat there, like an ice sculpture, frighteningly cold.

Subconsciously, he didn't want Zhao Chuyu to face the scene of Grandma Jiang performing surgery.

But if he wanted her to stay with him willingly, the only way left was to save Granny Jiang.

After a long silence, he stood up without saying a word, picked up the phone on the conference table, and walked out with a sullen face.

Zheng Zhi reacted, stepped forward immediately, and said respectfully to Pan Wenjian:

"Mr. Pan, we have prepared a banquet for you at the hotel. Please go and have dinner first. Mr. Wu will give you a reply later."

Granny Jiang doesn’t have any direct relatives left, except the female college student she picked up more than ten years ago.

How could he, a mere assistant, possibly understand Master Qi Wu's thoughts?

We can only stabilize the medical master who was invited here with great difficulty.

Pan Wen Zhang seemed to understand Qi Jinan's character very well. He did not blame him for his silence and went down the "ladder" handed to him by Zheng Zhi.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm just hungry."

"Mr. Pan, please come this way."

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