Chapter 83

"Mr. Liao, half an hour later, I have a dinner with director Wu of the Urban Construction Bureau to talk about the construction of the land in the western suburbs." Lesen, who has been waiting for the air-conditioner to blow in the car, can't wait to report the next journey before Liao Zhenbo and Fu Xiaoqian get on the bus.

Liao Zhenbo raised his wrist and showed his exquisite watch from his black shirt. Three hours had passed and he "went directly to the hotel."

From his voice, leson can hear that Liao Zhenbo's mood seems to be getting better again. He bravely looks back and shuttles his eyes on their faces. He has never seen Liao Zhenbo go to a clothing store, and he is still in such a good mood when he goes to a store.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Fu Xiaoqian's red cheek for a few seconds, and finally he came to a conclusion.

It seems that his wife must have moistened his president's cold heart.

"Do you have anything special to eat?" Liao Zhenbo holds Fu Xiaoqian's rouyi and seems to ask casually. His clean and slender fingers stroke the purple and blue star back and forth. He wants to thank that July for bringing the angel to him.

Fu Xiaoqian doesn't know that she is an angel in Liao Zhenbo's heart at the moment. She glances at him haughtily. Shit, don't you know that my mother used to solve it in the first place? I don't know where the doors open in those high-end places. Do you mean to make trouble for me?

Turn your head and don't want to kill him.

"Go to Michelin." Leson knew that this sentence was meant for him, but how could he change the restaurant that had already been ordered? I'm afraid that director Wu has already left home.

"Now inform director Wu to change the restaurant, no All right Leson turned slightly from the co pilot's seat and wanted to talk to his president about the current situation. As soon as he saw Liao Zhenbo's black eyebrows sinking, he didn't dare to say any more. He immediately turned a corner and answered them.

Presumably, such a project can't be undertaken by any enterprise alone. It's not a matter for the boss of his family to put on airs.

"Hey, another place."

"Yes."

"Michelin restaurant, the boss means."

"Well, we're almost there."

A few words of dialogue will change the place that has been fixed for a long time.

Fu Xiaoqian turns her eyes and looks at Liao Zhenbo. He is playing with the purple and blue star in her hand. She hesitates and says, "is this bad?"

After all, it is in Ansheng, G city. After offending those officials, it is inevitable that they will bump and tie their hands.

"It's exquisite. The main dish is beautiful. I think you will like it." Fu Xiaoqian's amber eyes slowly moved away from the ring and slowly threw them on her face. Her deep and elegant voice was very nice.

"I'm not talking about food, I'm talking about..." I don't know why. In the face of his careless attitude, Fu Xiaoqian became a little anxious. Her voice inevitably increased several octaves, and her speaking speed also increased. Half way through, she was held down by a slender finger, forcing her to swallow the rest. Update for the first time

What Fu Xiaoqian is worried about, how can Liao Zhenbo not know. Her unconscious care for herself from the bottom of her heart made him very useful. But he didn't like her to worry too much about her career, which shouldn't be her fault. His wife should be carefree. When she wants to go shopping, she will find a friend to brush his card happily. When she is bored, occasionally she can come to the company to have dinner and tea with him. When she was bored, he arranged a place to take her on holiday.

Every morning when they wake up, they run around the avenue of Liao's house. After each dinner, two people hand in hand, their fingers clasped, strolling in the purple sea of flowers. Every weekend, they start to plant some plants she likes, or read books, or he sits aside, and she sets up an easel to depict him in her heart. The first time to update

Liao Zhenbo remembers that it was one weekend after another. Zhuoran and Fu Xiaoqian would always set up the rickety easel she had used for some time in the evening, spread a piece of snow-white painting paper, and lay or sit or do some other things on the green lawn. Fu Xiaoqian sat quietly behind the easel, holding the brush The hands are always flowing. Under the reflection of the setting sun, her white skin like agar is tinged with happy Phnom Penh.

At that time, they always seemed to have endless words, they occasionally chased and played, they occasionally cuddled with each other, they occasionally quarreled with each other, but it seemed that those were just for the colorful life.

Liao Zhenbo looks at them from a distance. He hovers around them, thinking of all kinds of casual and coincidental words, and wants to join them. The first time to update, he finally found that they are too close to accommodate the next person.

"Hello." Fu Xiaoqian raised her hand and brushed away Liao Zhenbo's fingers on her lips. She was puzzled by his sudden silence.

"I don't care about those." Liao Zhenbo tightened his hand and sat up straight. She and zhuoran's past were too much for him to "mind", so that he lost his attitude in front of Fu Xiaoqian. Sometimes he would be very careful to think that he would like to do all the things they have done before with Fu Xiaoqian, so as to make her have a profound influence, so as to erase those outstanding memories."All I care about is whether you like it or not."

This man is too headstrong!

But Fu Xiaoqian suddenly found that when Liao Zhenbo said this, it seemed that his whole body was covered in a layer of charming halo, hazy her eyes, impacting her heart, moistening her heart.

Fu Xiaoqian turns her head to the window. What he says can always shake her heart so easily. It's too easy for her to sink.

Until she got off the bus, Fu Xiaoqian didn't turn her head again. Only when the man with a long body opened the door for her did she know that she had arrived at the door of the restaurant.

Naturally, Liao Zhenbo took one of her hands and put the other hand around his slender waist and stepped up the smooth steps.

A bright red figure flashed out of the side door of the restaurant and hurried to the red car. She walked so fast that Fu Xiaoqian called a lot of "Mu Huan, Mu Huan." She didn't respond at all.

"Did you call Mu Huan today?" Fu Xiaoqian saw that the figure in a hurry did not respond, and turned his head to look at Liao Zhenbo.

"She's not directly involved in the company's affairs. She's mainly responsible for your public relations." Fu Xiaoqian said calmly to Fu Xiaoqian's eyes. But after saying that, he looks at lesen. Lesen also receives Liao Zhenbo's signal and gouges his lips. Everything is clear.

Sure enough, they are in a hurry.

But all this is in his hands, as long as it doesn't hurt Fu Xiaoqian, he will accompany them to play slowly.

"Let's go." Liao Zhenbo Zhilan Yushu's body is on the side of each other and takes her into the restaurant. There are already several men sitting there, as well as Wang Lin. The first time to update

Fu Xiaoqian unconsciously frowned and glanced at Liao Zhenbo. He was very magnanimous. He held out his hand to shake hands with the people present one by one, and then introduced them one by one, "my wife, Fu Xiaoqian."

When he called out Fu Xiaoqian, his voice was very beautiful, soft and waxy, like holding the most precious object in the world. His voice is still a bit hoarse magnetic, that is just famous goods store, was teased up did not get the release of the reason.

Director Wu politely shook Fu Xiaoqian's hand. It was a greeting. His grip can only be described by touch. It's like a dragonfly skimming the water. However, he read the countless experience of women the point is that the first mock exam is a kind of hand that can not stop, but small, soft, beep with a sense of meat, very good touch, very easy to addict. Coveting the super wattage of the laser beam around him, he did not dare to be presumptuous. The development project in the suburbs was not affordable to anyone.

And that project is the top priority of the city's development this year. He will decide which one is more important.

"Madam, you are so young and promising." Then he said something Fu Xiaoqian didn't understand.

She turned her head and looked at Liao Zhenbo suspiciously. "It's all thanks to Mu Huan." Liao Zhenbo, of course, understood the meaning of Fu Xiaoqian's turning her head and explained it to her.

"Mu Huan?" Fu Xiaoqian doesn't understand what Liao Zhenbo means when he suddenly mentions Mu Huan. In these activities, the person standing beside her has never been Mu Huan, but has always been accompanied by Wang Lin. she doesn't understand why it is mu Huan's credit.

Liao Zhenbo knows the doubts in the little girl's eyes. In front of so many people's face, it's inconvenient to say too much. I gently moved the corners of my lips, gave her a soothing smile, and then held her to the inside position.

The position is arranged by Wang Lin. in fact, there is nothing wrong with it. The difference is that the current president is a married person.

When he walked around Fu Xiaoqian's waist, his clear ink eyebrows flashed and frowned. Others might not have noticed, but Wang Lin saw it clearly.

At the moment when he entered the door, her eyes never left him. She did not miss the pride in his eyes when he introduced Fu Xiaoqian. When he appeased Fu Xiaoqian, he was spoiled in his eyes. When he saw such a position arrangement, his eyes were disgusted.

"This way, ma'am." Wang Lin stood up and opened the chair beside her. With a proper smile on her face, her heart seemed to be pierced by a needle, so painful that she wanted to curl up. But she couldn't. Wang Lin never lost her temper in front of others.

"Good." Fu Xiaoqian sat down quietly, unaware of the undercurrent.

Liao Zhenbo slowly and elegantly picked it up and placed it in front of Fu Xiaoqian. The napkin cloth, which was shaped like a flower, shook open and said, "I'll do it myself." It's too late for Fu Xiaoqian to grab it. Liao Zhenbo puts the napkin cloth on her thigh and pinches it lightly, which undoubtedly causes Fu Xiaoqian to blush.

These are seen by the people of the Urban Construction Bureau sitting opposite them, and they are just flirting with each other.

Another compliment, "Mrs. Liao is very lucky to have married such a good husband. Look at Mr. Liao's care for you. "

"Ha ha." Fu Xiaoqian was laughing on her face, but under the table was a little foot treading on Liao Zhenbo's polished shoes, grinding them hard, hoping to make her sucking strength.

Liao Zhenbo just looks at Fu Xiaoqian and smiles, as if the script is not stepping on him.

He is willing to bear all her childish temperament.