Marry a rich and powerful man after wearing women's clothes

Sheng Purlin is a typical workaholic. The day after he was discharged from the hospital, he went back to the busy work of the president of the Sheng Corporation.

But remember the agreement with the person at home, no matter how busy you are, you will go home before dinner.

In the past few days, there has been a little accident at home——

He will always see a unique dish among the ordinary dinner dishes.

Or shape, or color, always reveals a little fresh and refined.

"...What is it today?"

Sheng Purlin walked straight into the dining room, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and casually glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

It seems to be a casual question, but the word "you" is very spiritual.

Xu's mother tried her best not to laugh out loud, and said with a suffocated smile, "I don't know, Madam is so secretive, she won't let me in, and said she will give you a surprise."

……surprise!

Alarm bells rang out in Sheng Purlin's heart, his complexion suddenly sank, and the veins on his forehead twitched uncontrollably, presumably from fright.

It's all because the egg custard that day gave someone self-confidence and illusions. Li Yuan actually thought that he had such an untapped talent in cooking.

But before awakening, it still needs continuous learning and experimentation.

Sheng Purlin couldn't help thinking of the unpleasant experience of being tested recently, and stared straight at the closed door of the kitchen.

At this time, a long-lost ordinary cooking aroma overflowed from the kitchen.

Sheng Purlin frowned, revealing some unbelievable surprise.

Compared with yesterday's sour smell that made one's scalp tingle, this smell is like returning to the quiet and peaceful world from the devil's treacherous world.

Qiangzi and Achao, whom I had glimpsed when I walked through the courtyard just now, flashed in my mind again. They were helping the gardener weed the weeds. Their expressions were normal, not as bitter as they were yesterday.

Maybe, today's cooking is really not that scary.

Sheng Ling breathed out calmly, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and sat down calmly, his fingertips crossed on his abdomen tapped lightly from time to time.

I'm going to open the blind box soon, so I'm a little nervous.

I also don't understand what that person was thinking recently, he even learned to cook with Xu Ma on a whim, Sheng Ling was very happy from the bottom of his heart, who wouldn't want to eat food made by the person he loves.

However, a loved one is not born to cook.

Li Yuan insists on not wasting food, so he only tries to make two servings at noon every day. Unless the paste is really bad, he will eat it. In the evening, he will make a better finished product after summarizing experience for dinner. .

As for the failed product at noon, two burly men were naturally indispensable to help deal with it. For a while, it was unclear who was the experimental product, the dish or the person.

Therefore, in the past few days, at noon and lunch time, Qiang Zi and A Chao would have the urge to resign and return to their hometown.

With strong willpower and the reality of poverty, it can be suppressed abruptly.

Save the workers!

Fortunately, God opened his eyes today. Although the dish looked terrible, it still tasted good. At noon, the two of them held the bowl and looked at each other.

The restaurant was quiet and leisurely, and suddenly, there was a sound like a fight breaking the silence.

Sheng Purlin fixed his fingertips and looked towards the kitchen. In the blink of an eye, the moving figure came into his eyes.

As pretty as ever.

Today, Li Yuan wore a lavender dress with a French square collar, and a white and elegant lace apron over it. His hair was half tied up, making him even more gentle and beautiful.

The golden glow of the setting sun falls all over the shoulders, reflecting Qiao Xiao's bright eyes, it is such a beautiful and trance-pleasing picture.

It's just that, for the time being, he had to ignore the potentially terrifying dark food in his hand.

Sheng Purlin quietly pressed down the amazement in his eyes, and his eyes focused on the fresh green leaf pattern printed on the soup pot.

I didn't feel refreshed, but I was a little apprehensive.

This pot seems to be the one that held yesterday's sour tomato and beef brisket soup?

Sheng suddenly felt his stomach constrict, and the taste is still fresh in his memory.

While he was thinking, Li Yuan had already placed the covered soup pot on the dining table, and pushed it forward to ensure that the soup pot was placed in the middle of the two of them.

"You came back so early?" Li Yuan glanced at the retro clock, it was indeed 10 minutes earlier than usual.

Sheng Purlin responded coldly: "Yes."

Li Yuan didn't mind his indifference, his smile deepened, and he teased: "Do you think that you can eat delicious food made by your beautiful wife when you go home, so you can't wait to come back soon?"

I've never seen someone boasting himself in such a different way, and he didn't blush at all.

Hearing this, a certain person's cold black eyes turned towards the beautiful wife in an apron, his lips were pursed tightly, and there were no waves, but he was secretly thinking about it.

I really can't wait, because a certain kind of clothes can only be seen in a certain scene, but he likes it very much.

Especially when paired with those pure and innocent faces and starry eyes, you can't help but have the idea of ​​a beast, wanting to tear off that white skirt, wanting to...

Can't think any more.

Sheng Purlin tightly pursed his lips, forced himself to look away, and continued to stare at the big soup pot that still didn't look strange.

Strange to say, after a short look, his attention was completely attracted, and he especially wanted to lift the lid to take a look.

Li Yuan added a cover on purpose to capture this sense of mystery.

"Actually...it's not very good," he said, still laying the groundwork, "but it's much better than yesterday. Both Qiang Zi and A Chao are full of praise."

Qiang Zi and Ah Chao who are far outside the villa: "?"

Suddenly, Li Yuan's mind flashed the bitter expressions of the two muscular men when they ate for the past few days. He couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and suggested:

"I think Qiang Zi and A Chao are both drivers and bodyguards. They also help move things, weed and plant flowers on weekdays. It's hard work. I want to give them some bonuses during the holiday."

In fact, it's not just these reasons, but also the idea of ​​making up for the trauma of the dark cooking on the two of them. It's not good for a good strong man to cast a psychological shadow.

Sheng Purlin thought for a while, "No, I'll give it to them..." But he stopped in the middle of the sentence, and changed his mind after thinking about it, "You should send it to them, the meaning is different."

This is indeed the case. Although it is money from the same purse of the husband and wife, different people have different meanings.

Li Yuan quietly praised the old man for his care, and saw the forgotten big soup pot in a blink of an eye, and remembered that it was the protagonist.

"Eat, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Ma, who had been waiting by the side for many days, cleverly handed Li Yuan a soup bowl.

Li Yuan was holding the bowl, smiling mysteriously, his brows beaming with joy and agility.

While removing the lid, he dubbed: "This is today's delicious soup made by Chef Yuan Yuan, Dangdangdang——Small Universe Soup!"

As soon as the lid was lifted, Sheng Purlin's eyes couldn't help staring at it, and when he saw the contents of the pot, the corners of his mouth suddenly stiffened, and he twitched upwards fiercely.

Meatballs stuffed with Flammulina velutipes were floating in the soup pot one by one, three sesame seeds were dotted with two vertical pupils and a flat mouth, it was very creepy.

It's not a small universe at all, but a bunch of scary little viruses.

The fragrance of meatballs and mushrooms floats in the air. As long as you don’t put in the wrong salt, you can imagine that the taste will not be bad, but the shape of the meatballs...is too challenging for the nerves.

Li Yuan didn't care how weird the man's expression was, he just served the soup by himself, "I specially learned this soup from a food blogger, doesn't it look like a virus? Everyone said it should be called virus soup..."

He put the soup bowl in front of Sheng Ling, poured another bowl for himself, and nodded: "I also think it's more appropriate to call it virus soup."

Sheng Purlin looked at the three virus meatballs with mouths and eyes in the bowl in front of him, raised his eyes slightly, fixed the light in his eyes, and said softly:

"So, you want me to eat viruses?"

"Pfft." Li Yuan grinned, sat down and took a bite of the virus meatball, and shook his head, "That's not true, what can it be called eating viruses, it should be called eradicating viruses! Eliminating all viruses, that's what it means."

Sheng Jin: "..."

What nonsense?

Li Yuan ate the other half of the meatball, drank another mouthful of mushroom soup, and tapped the bowl wall casually with a spoon, suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Why don't we call it Xiao Virus Soup, Xiao Tong Xiao, wouldn't that just kill the virus?"

It makes sense.

Sheng Purlin twitched the corners of his mouth, completely unable to keep up with Li Yuan's thinking, but seeing that he drank the soup with the same expression, he felt relieved.

Then, trying to ignore the three horrible meatballs, he took a solemn sip of the soup.

The taste is not bad.

"Don't just drink the soup, get rid of the virus!"

Li Yuan raised his voice, his words seemed to carry a mission.

Sheng Purlin's shoulders sank, suddenly he felt a heavy responsibility.

In the end, he couldn't resist the earnest gaze on the other side. He frowned and held a meatball to his mouth. After eating for a long time, his brows slowly relaxed.

The moment I swallowed it completely, I felt a sense of honor of completing the mission.

After staying with abnormal people for a long time, he also feels weird.

This meal was eaten with a sense of mission.

In the end, there were a little bit of other dishes left, only a dozen small viruses were wiped out by the two of them.

……

After dinner, the two of them did their own thing as usual.

Li Yuan was lying on the sofa in the living room, lazily scrolling through Weibo, taking a strawberry into his mouth from time to time, very comfortable.

Serious workaholics process documents in the small open study not far away.

Although different frames, there is a different kind of harmony and tranquility.

After eating a strawberry, Li Yuan suddenly turned over and lay straight on his back, with his legs straightened, arching forward like a caterpillar, and his neck leaning back towards the armrest of the sofa.

Slightly tilting the line of sight to the right, you can see the handsome figure who is serious and focused.

In fact, there is a special large study room on the second floor, with many books and a large desk, but Sheng Lin prefers to read and work here.

Li Yuan also likes to nest on the sofa, lying in such a salty fish position.

Take a look and feel at ease.

He put his head back a little, leaned against the soft armrest, and continued to swipe the screen with his fingers casually. There is no interesting gossip news on Weibo recently, and he lost interest after a quick glance.

Instead, I played two rounds of the king, and the feeling was not good. One win and one loss were boring.

When the finger exited from the game interface, it unconsciously opened WeChat.

Li Yuan has very few friends on WeChat, so there is no need to scroll down, and he can see a nickname marked with a special environmental protection color at a glance.

Speaking of which, since Sheng Mingyu didn't go to Cheng Laozhai last time, this person hasn't looked for Li Yuan, and there hasn't been a single message for more than a week, which is not normal for PUA master Sheng Mingyu.

A few days ago, Li Yuan inquired about the amusement park project from Sheng Purlin, and learned that the project rights have been firmly controlled by the headquarters, and there will be no further changes.

In this case, Sheng Mingyu and the company behind him are completely useless. As for Sheng Mingyu himself, Li Yuan can't ask directly, so he doesn't know the situation.

Why don't you ask me?

Just as he thought this way, his fingers typed out a line of words and sent them:

【how have you been? 】

Every time the two communicated "secretly" through WeChat, Sheng Mingyu took the initiative to send messages, and compared to Li Yuan's indifferent attitude, he was always more positive.

After all, he comes with a purpose every time.

This time, Li Yuan sent a message like a stone sinking into the ocean, and it has been a long time since he received a response, so he doesn't feel disappointed.

Li Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, glanced at the time before locking the screen, yawned and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

But I didn't want to, just walked under the wooden spiral staircase, the phone "buzzed" and vibrated twice.

Not text, but a voice of less than five seconds.

Dazed for a few seconds, Li Yuan lowered his voice, put the receiver of his mobile phone to his ears, and at the same time, his two guilty eyes kept staring at the small study room with dim yellow lights at the end of the corridor.

[Xiaoyuan, I'm leaving, I want to see you. 】

In the receiver, Sheng Mingyu's voice was low and muffled, as if he had been drinking.

Li Yuan frowned strangely.

gone?where to go

Want to meet again?

At this time, the crystal lights above the head scattered all over the place with tiny shimmers of light, covering Li Yuan's figure into a hazy shadow of smoke, which swayed gently with the wind.

He stopped in the shadow, pinched his phone tightly for a while, not knowing how to reply, remained silent for a while, his figure became clearer, and he seemed to have made a decision.

He lowered his head and typed a few words with his fingertips, but when he inadvertently raised his eyes, his whole body trembled.

I saw the tall figure sitting quietly in front of the desk, and I don't know when he had already stood in the deep shadows in the corridor.

His dark pupils passed through the frozen night wind, like a repressed beast, staring at him quietly.

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The author has something to say:

Li Yuan: Should I go see my eldest nephew?

Sheng Jin: I have a bad feeling...