Chapter 51

Liao Zhenbo will be so peaceful, and leson can still guess a few points.

He approached Liao Zhenbo and said in a low voice, "something is urgent."

Liao Zhenbo nodded, amber eyes to the restaurant downstairs, signaling lesen to wait for himself downstairs. Only when leson reached the stairway did he turn around and gently close the door again. The cat moved to the bed and saw Fu Xiaoqian's sweet sleeping face. Then he turned around again and went to the dressing room.

In the middle of the journey, he stopped again, took the customized mobile phone, opened the camera function, and recorded Fu Xiaoqian's sleeping face in his mobile phone forever. Then he went to the dressing room contentedly.

Before going out, he tightened the curtain, poured a cup of warm water on the head of the bed, and then safely pulled the door.

To her, he always felt that he didn't do enough.

Coming downstairs, Liao Zhenbo has restored his perfect image. However, his aura is not so cold, but it does not reduce his dignity at all. Instead, he has a more convincing affinity.

Violet pure handmade shirt, with black silk thread in the right hand cuff button show a word of ice. The tight and close fitting tailoring perfectly highlights his figure like a knife. The suit pants of the same color match his curve. Every step is like a wind, blowing a kind of wind called elegance.

He went straight to a leather sofa and sat down. Then he waved to lesson to sit down.

Slender legs gracefully overlapped, bone finger clear fingers on the thigh, knock, Youliang eyes lightly swept to leson, "what's the matter?"

"The news of your injury was exposed by the media today." Leson opens his PDA, finds out the report about Liao Zhenbo, and hands it to Liao Zhenbo in a trembling way.

Liao Zhenbo didn't reach for it. He put one hand around his chest, and the other hand rubbed his chin, which was a little bit green, with no emotion.

Based on leson's experience of following him for so many years, when Liao Zhenbo has such an expression, it means that he is brewing in his heart how to let the media enter the alley of death. Lesen sees that Liao Zhenbo has no plan to reach for it for a long time. He slowly retracts his hand. His wet palm reminds him that he should try to make up for his mistake.

"Mr. Liao, I know how to do it. I will make this media unable to have a foothold in this city any more." Leson lowered his eyes, immediately took out his mobile phone from his body, went to the French window, and wanted to call his men to deal with the matter.

The number is being connected, and Liao Zhenbo's lazy voice comes from behind, "no need."

Leson knows that Liao Zhenbo has always been a low-key person. There are few news about him in the general media. He especially dislikes the negative news that can cause the fluctuation of the company's stock price and appears in the major media.

This time Liao Zhenbo was so "open-minded" not to pursue this matter, which leson had never thought of, and even dared not think about before.

In particular, Liao Zhenbo, who has been surrounded by low air pressure in recent days, has prepared for the worst on his way here. The sudden turn of the conversation, let him in situ, even the phone has been calling the voice, also can't pull him back to reality.

Looking at Liao Zhenbo in this way, he began to doubt whether his ears had the possibility of auditory hallucination.

Liao Zhenbo can't understand leson's expression at this time. He always goes his own way and completely ignores leson's next words. He orders, "help me call a group of responsible people's media to the company gate tomorrow."

"Squat Crouch guard? " These two words were like small bombs, which made leson dizzy. His tongue seemed to be tied up and he began to blurt.

Liao Zhenbo nods, gets up and goes to the kitchen, leaving a stunned lesen. He thinks it will be better for him to digest it slowly.

Since the appearance of Fu Xiaoqian, lesen has already realized the significance of her existence to her own president. However, she never thought that she would be such an important existence that his president could completely lose himself. He raised his head, and his dark eyes took a deep look at the closed door.

He didn't know whether it was a good result or the beginning of the fall. He shook his head. As a little assistant, it was not something he should care about.

His duty is to do a good job of the tasks assigned by each president, he will still be on the phone close to his face, "you hear me? Find a few reliable reporters and wait at the gate of the company tomorrow. " No longer give the other side the chance to react, directly press the key to break the line.

Quit the Liao family mansion. He has been here more than a hundred times, but today his mood is the most complicated one.

This is Liao Zhenbo's first time to enter the kitchen. Usually things in the company are too busy, so he has no time to enter. Another reason is that he trusts Wu Ma very much. Wu Ma always takes good care of his daily life before him, so he doesn't feel the need to concentrate on trivial things.

But today, it's special.

Because he is not for himself, but for Fu Xiaoqian. He wants to prepare a dinner for her.When he was standing at the kitchen door with a handsome figure and a strong air, all of them put down their work and called respectfully, "president." I dare not do more.

Wu Ma, who is conducting her work in an orderly way, looks back and sees Liao Zhenbo. She steps forward with her tiny feet and looks humble. "Young master, are you hungry?"

Wu Ma is such an old man. She always knows what position she should put herself in. She will not lose her sense of propriety because of Liao Zhenbo's special treatment. Several times, Liao Zhenbo also suggested that Wu Ma didn't need to do this to him, but every time Wu Ma promised, she still stubbornly followed the etiquette of the master and servant. After talking about it several times, Liao Zhenbo no longer insisted on it.

"No, I want to use the kitchen." As he spoke, he walked inside.

"Always President, you Let me know what you need. I'll do it for you. " The chef held the spoon tightly. Trembling, the voice tries to persuade Liao Zhenbo.

Liao Zhenbo didn't seem to hear the chef's words. He put his hands behind his back and walked straight to the food storage cabinet with a cold face. He flipped around like a pianist, trying to find the food he needed.

The head chef looked at Wu Ma who was also standing at the door and sent out a signal to her for help.

Liao Zhenbo's existence makes the original spacious kitchen become cramped. Everyone tries to squeeze into the corner as much as possible to reduce their sense of existence. For the president who never set foot in the kitchen, suddenly came, we are more of a bad guess, for fear of where to provoke the rich man, lost the job that others may not be able to get.

"Young master, why don't you ask the chef to give you a hand?" After receiving the signal, Wu Ma came back to her senses and came forward to help us out.

Liao Zhenbo is facing a pile of food materials that he can't start with. When he hears Wu's proposal, he is very happy. But Liao Zhenbo, who has always been angry and happy, just glanced at Wu Ma with her crystal eyes, then swept to the chef.

When the head chef saw Liao Zhenbo's cold face, he finally showed signs of loosening. He seemed to get a gift from the king, and tried to express his wish. The fat head was now light, like a chicken pecking rice.

"Well." From the nasal cavity gently floated out a hum, back to start, step to the glass platform.

"President, what would you like to cook?" The round hands skillfully rummaged for "home style stir fry."

For a chef who only cooks high-end dishes, the simple four words are an insult and a challenge. He sticks to his head and tries hard to search for more homely looking ingredients.

Liao Zhenbo knows that Fu Xiaoqian is a very traditional woman. She has always been honest and quiet, and has never been demanding.

What she wants is just a lover and a family that loves each other. It seems that this is the only thing she wants. She also has to work hard.

This is exactly what Liao Zhenbo always wants to give her. He wants to give her a complete home and a normal family life. Eating is the most common and inseparable thing in daily life.

The chef managed to find out what he thought were the most common dishes from the cupboard and spread them out one by one in front of Liao Zhenbo, including snowflake beef, silver cod, eggplant and a pigeon.

"President, are these OK?" For the first time, the tone of the top chef's mouth was uncertain.

Walking on the ground, swimming in the water, flying in the sky and planting in the ground all seem to have been included. Liao Zhenbo nodded slightly, with a trace of appreciation in his amber eyes. He picked up the knife and was ready to start.

"Young master." Wu Ma stops Liao Zhenbo's action. Wu Ma takes out an apron in her hand and puts it around Liao Zhenbo's neck. "Put this around, so the clothes won't get dirty."

Liao Zhenbo's thick black eyebrows frowned tightly, and his face was disgusted.

"When cooking, there will be a lot of stains splashing out." Wu Ma's little foot moved forward again. She approached Liao Zhenbo and said in a low voice, "it looks more like home around you."

From the moment Liao Zhenbo entered the kitchen and said he wanted to use the kitchen, she had understood Liao Zhenbo's intention. In a short sentence, Liao Zhenbo's heart was completely moved. He bowed his head and let Wu Ma put the rope around his neck.

Liao Zhenbo's black apron is simple but grand. It's not funny to surround him. Instead, it warms his cold temperament and makes him feel like a god falling into the world. It seems that he also begins to have the taste of fireworks.

The chef also began to have the courage to approach him.

The servant who washed the dishes had already cleaned the ingredients and stood aside waiting for the next instruction, because he would use different knife methods to cut different dishes.