Bride-price 300 million dollars: BOSS bewitch wife without limit

There are always many things in the world. If we don't want it to happen, it won't come.

Those so-called accidents, in fact, are doomed.

Yuncheng is still raining. Unlike yesterday's drizzling, it is in a torrential trend. It beats on the glass and crackles. I really doubt that the rain can break the glass and pour it into the room in the next second.

It seems that at this time last year, Yuncheng was also rainy.

Zheng Junjie went to the railway station to see Chen sichen off. The rain was so heavy that he could only choose to avoid it temporarily. He parked the car at the fast-food restaurant he had been to when he came to the station with Yunkai to pick up sichen years ago. He asked for a porridge she ordered at that time, put her mobile phone on the nearby table, take a bite and have a look, for fear that an important phone and information would be missed accidentally.

It rained too much outside. Zheng Junjie didn't hurry to eat the meal. He ate slowly and leisurely. Occasionally, he looked up at the people who came in.

He sat close to the door. For a long time after Song Ting's affair, what he disliked most was the position near the door. He liked to find a quiet place in the corner. He felt that only in that way could he have his own private space. It was Yunkai who broke him.

She said: "Junjie, it's not privacy. You see yourself wearing a pair of colored glasses. If even you feel that you can't stand in the eyes, who else do you want to see you? Try to come out. People always experience some incredible things in their life, but after experience, it becomes an experience. It can't be erased, and there's no need to erase it. That's the trace of growth."

She is younger than him, but she can always say some reasons that make him ashamed. Those are not great reasons, but sweet words that can tear away his hypocritical coat at once. She is a lover, a friend, a sister and a teacher.

He was very glad to meet her in this life. Although he regretted that he had the opportunity to grow old with her, he was personally cut off by him. He regretted and annoyed, but as she said, it was an experience that could not be erased and a trace of growth.

I don't know if she can sleep for a few more days, but no matter how many days, he knows that neither she nor he nor Xiao Han, Xiao Teng, Qiao yisichen will give up.

When this happened, I suddenly found that the relationship between them was also quietly changing.

If people really take off their colored glasses, they will find that the people around them are not so annoying, not so bad, and even some cute. Although they are all big men, they are sometimes really childish and lovely.

Zheng Junjie smiled, drank the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, then picked up his mobile phone, looked at the time, and stood up.

It's raining heavily today. I have to go to the elevated to go to the company. Forget it, skip work for a day.

Passing by the supermarket, Zheng Junjie went in and bought a large bag of ingredients, chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, and two oversized insulated rice buckets.

In the kitchen, the pots and pans jingled like a wonderful symphony.

After a busy morning, Zheng Junjie finally prepared the last dish at 11 o'clock in the morning, put it in the heat preservation bucket, cover it, and bring all the spoons and chopsticks. Zheng Junjie left home and rushed to the hospital.

The rain is much less and the road is easy to walk.

At 12:30 in the hospital, Xiao Teng was sitting in the corridor looking down at some documents. Fu Da stood straight aside. Sometimes Zheng Junjie thought, standing so straight, like following a telegraph pole, are you tired? Maybe it's the fun of professionals who ordinary people can't understand.

"Dinner is ready. I'm not going to the company today. If you're busy after dinner, you'll be busy. I'll watch here." Zheng Junjie handed one of the buckets to Fu da.

"It's quite heavy!" Fu Da took it over, held it in one hand, unscrewed the cover, and the smell came to his face, "young master, braised small ribs!"

Xiao Teng was really hungry. He didn't eat breakfast. He closed the documents in his hand and put them on the next chair. He looked up at Zheng Junjie. His eyes were completely joking and sarcastic, "Zheng Junjie, how do I think the sun is coming out from the west?"

In order to take care of Yunkai, a room next to the intensive care room was specially vacated for Xiao Teng and others. Zheng Junjie walked in with the heat preservation bucket in his hand and put it on the table at the door. Then he answered, "yes, I think so."

Xiao Teng hooked his lower lip, stood up, stretched, bent over the small window on the door of the intensive care room, looked in, and then went to the next room.

Fu Da took the opportunity to pinch the quick spare ribs and put them into his mouth. He quickly covered the lid. Then his mouth wriggled, quickly removed the meat from the bones, spit out the small bones, and threw them into the garbage can not far away. Let alone, the braised spare ribs were really good!

Put the papers on the chair into the briefcase, and Fu Da followed him into the next room.

Zheng Junjie was distributing food. When he came, he was carrying three insulated rice buckets, two super large ones and one medium one. There was only some porridge in the medium one, which was prepared for Yunkai. She was not sure when she would wake up. It was better to be ready than to buy it when she woke up. What's more, where did she cook it.

The other two are for four people. Xiao Han has just had an operation, so the food for him is relatively light, and there is no seasoning such as onion, ginger, garlic and pepper. Therefore, Zheng Junjie worked very hard alone, but he didn't feel tired at all because he was happy in his heart.

A bowl of eight treasures porridge, a dish with shredded cucumber, yellow bean sprouts, a few slices of tomatoes and two fried eggs, just make people's appetite increase greatly. In addition, there is a bowl of tofu fish soup, which is put into a heat preservation bucket alone.

"This is for Xiao Han. Who will deliver it to you?" Zheng Junjie put the heat preservation bucket aside and put the rest on the table, but these are much richer, including braised ribs, spicy beef, pickled fish, three home-made dishes and three rice.

"Who's going? You go." Fu Da was already holding his chopsticks and saw that the braised pork ribs were going to be pinched. Xiao Teng picked up the chopsticks and hit them on the back of his hand, "you send them."

"Young master..." Fu Da rubbed the back of his red hand. He was not satisfied with this arrangement. It was clear that he was close to the young master. How could the young master treat him like this for a meal? It's too much.

Reluctantly put down the chopsticks. Fu Da picked up the insulated bucket on the table and looked at the small ribs, "young master, you two eat slowly and wait for me."

When I came to the door, I turned back and said, "young master, you must leave me some small ribs, you must."

Xiao Teng sat down at the table. His chopsticks had caught a small braised spare ribs and waved his hand without looking back. "Get out of here and clean up the table if you come back."

Fu Da wailed and ran away with the heat preservation bucket, but there was another drink behind him, "if you spill the soup and porridge inside, you won't want to eat today!"

"Ah --" Fu Da was so mad that he had to slow down and gnash his teeth to deliver his lunch to Xiao Han. As soon as he put the heat preservation bucket on the table, he turned and left.

Xiao Han called him, "Fu Da, where's Xiao Teng? I haven't seen anyone this morning."

Fu Da turned his head. "You think my young master has such a good life as you. You don't have to do anything here."

"That's true, otherwise you think Xiao's chairman is so easy to do?" Xiao Han pointed to the mobile table placed in the corner, "help me push it over, thank you."

"You have a zygomatic fracture, not a leg fracture. Push yourself." Fu Da left without looking back. He ran all the way. His braised ribs!

Xiao Han frowned. Who is he, an asshole like Xiao Teng.

He turned over and got out of bed. After taking a few steps, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. Only then did he find that he was still infusion, so he lay back in bed and rang the call bell at the head of the bed.

"Mr. Xiao, what can I do for you?" the nurse came in.

"Help me push the table over. I want to eat. Thank you."

"OK, just a moment." the nurse went over and pushed the moving table, then brought out the food in the insulated bucket and put it on the table. Looking at the stack of mouth watering dishes, she smiled and said, "Mr. Xiao, Mrs. Xiao must be very delicious to cook? It makes people's appetite increase greatly."

Xiao Han looked at the lunch on the table in front of him and narrowed his eyes. He knew that yunyun wouldn't care about him.

"Yes, my wife's cooking tastes super good. She always hates my cooking. She cooks for me as long as she's at home."

"Mr. Xiao is so happy! Few women cook at home these days. It's men who cook. But Mrs. Xiao is willing to cook in the kitchen. It shows that she really loves you!"

The nurse was very good at talking. Xiao Han's heart was sweeter than eating honey. He nodded vigorously, "yes, yes, my wife loves me very much. Otherwise, how can you see my old man. By the way, have you seen my wife outside every day? I annoyed her. She didn't come to see me these two days and ignored me."

"Ah?" the nurse immediately flashed a touch of unnaturalness on her face and quickly shook her head. "I didn't see you. Mr. Xiao, please eat first. If you have anything, call me at any time." then she left in a hurry, covered her chest outside the door and breathed out, almost missing her mouth.

Xiao Han looked at the door and frowned. Obviously he wanted to say something, but he stopped. Did he say that yunyun had come?

Forget it, I don't want to. Eat first. I'm already hungry.

Xiao Han picked up his chopsticks, took a fried egg and bit it. Before chewing it twice, he was suddenly stunned and chewed it twice. Then he looked down at the porridge and vegetables in front of him, put down the remaining fried eggs and put cucumber silk in his mouth. No, it tastes wrong. It's not made by yunyun.

Then go to drink tofu fish soup. The taste is not that.

These things are not made by yunyun!

For a moment, it seemed to fall from the top of the cloud to the bottom of the valley. The great psychological gap made Xiao Han not slow down for a long time. It looked like yunyun did it, but it was not at all!

Mingming is hungry, but he has no appetite anymore. He pushes the table aside. Xiao Han picks up his mobile phone again and dials Yunkai's number, but it is turned off.

How did it turn off? Although I didn't answer the call in the morning, it was still open.

Xiao Han thought for a few seconds and called Xiao Teng.

Xiao Teng just stuffed a chopstick of spicy beef in his mouth, and the mobile phone on the table at hand rang. He collected his eyes and glanced at Zheng Junjie. At the same time, he made a silent move to Zheng Junjie, directly cut open and hit hands-free, "what are you doing? Fu Da hasn't sent you the meal yet?"

"Here it is."

"Then why don't you hurry to dinner and call me? When I'm finished, I'll go to see you in the afternoon and finish reading the books I sent you?"

"It doesn't matter whether you come or not. Just bring yunyun. Her mobile phone is turned off. I can't get through and contact her. Moreover, she didn't make the lunch that Fu Da sent just now. Where are you now?"

Xiao Teng looked at Zheng Junjie and frowned, "who told you that the lunch was made by Yunkai?"

"I thought it was made by yunyun, but it didn't taste right."

"She didn't do it. I let Fu Da outside..."

"Young master, my braised spare ribs! I want to eat braised spare ribs!"

Xiao Tenglan didn't stop, and Fu Da's voice just came in.

"Where's the spareribs? My braised spareribs!" Fu Da shouted at the top of his voice, "Zheng Junjie, you've gone too far! Why don't you save some for me!"

Xiao Teng tilted his head, then stood up, took a dish on the table, didn't see what it was, directly buckled it on Fu Da's face, and finally blocked the chattering mouth.

The phone hasn't hung up yet, and Xiao Han's voice came out, "Xiao Teng, are you in the hospital? Are you with Zheng Junjie?"

Zheng Junjie put down his chopsticks, took a breath, rubbed his head vigorously, and then leaned back on his chair without saying a word.

Fu Da realized what he had done wrong. He quickly took the dish off his face, put it on the table, turned and ran away.

Xiao Teng snorted coldly, "run?"

Fu Da was so frightened that he didn't dare to go out. It was like being hit by a acupoint. Tengdi stopped at once. One foot had been stretched out and raised in the air. Before one foot could leave the ground, he stood there motionless, like a puppet.

There was a sound of something falling on the ground, and then Xiao Han's worried voice, "are you hiding something from me? Something's wrong, isn't it?"