“3.”

Frowning, Zhou Xian pondered.

Zhou Changlong had only 10 in his hand, but he actually gave her 3?

Is it really a lust that makes people confused?

Or, what are the traps behind this?

"I'll buy the shares you have and you'll pay a price."

After pondering for a while, Zhou Xian suggested.

Shen Xingnan hugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Vice President, I think what we talked about before was that I am the position of Vice President, right?"

"Just 3?"

"Of course it's more than that."

"Oh?" Zhou Xian leaned over and put his hands on the table, "What do you mean?"

...

"Sir, you are back." The nanny took the blazer from Zhou Changlong's arms and respectfully stepped down.

"Brother!" Zhou Changxi ran over when she saw Zhou Changlong, shouted crisply, holding his arm, "I liked a new bag, but my mother didn't buy it for me."

Zhou Changlong looked at her sister dotingly and pinched the tip of her nose, "How many have you bought this month?"

Zhou Changxi was speechless and was unhappy when she pouted.

Zhou Changlong had no choice but to say, "Buy it, but this is the last one."

"The last one of this month."

"All right."

"Brother! You are so good!"

"You are too spoiled with her." Wang Ruoqing came down from the building and heard the brother and sister talking, shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Changlong shouted: "Mom."

Wang Ruoqing came over, sat next to Zhou Changlong, turned his head and said to Zhou Changxi, "Are you happy? Go back to your room first, I'll tell your brother something."

"knew."

As soon as Zhou Changxi left, Wang Ruoqing asked: "How is the company?"

Zhou Changlong pinched his eyebrows and said indifferently: "It's nothing."

"Chang Long." Frowning, Wang Ruoqing said worriedly: "Mom always feels that you are hiding it from your mother. What are you doing? What are you thinking?"

Zhou Changlong sighed and looked at his mother, "Mom, no matter what I do, it's all for you and Chang Xi, don't worry."

After hearing this, Wang Ruoqing could not say anything anymore, so he could only pat the back of his hand, "Mom understands, are you tired? Go upstairs and take a shower and have a rest."

"Yes." Zhou Changlong stood up and walked upstairs.

In the bathroom, he was lying in the bathtub, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

After looking at the caller, Zhou Changlong sat up and pressed to answer.

"Well, I get it, okay."

"Don't you regret it?" asked the low voice.

Zhou Changlong curled his lips and smiled: "Just think I can see clearly."

Hang up the phone, pinched the phone, and his eyes were staring ahead.

...

On this day, when Mo Xiran came back from get off work, he found something was wrong with Zhou Yanchen.

Well, something is wrong.

He should be thinking about something good.

Because when she came back, she actually found him cooking in the kitchen.

Meiren Zhou cooked again, and this was another time when Mars hit the Earth.

Running over, she hugged his waist from behind him.

His head came out from under his arm, stretched his neck and looked at it.

"Achen, what are you cooking?"

Zhou Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Do whatever you want."

"Wow!" Mo Xiran exclaimed, reaching out to grab the book, "Can you understand this, this one?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanchen looked at her strangely: "You bought the book, can't you understand it?"

Mo Xiran wrinkled his nose embarrassedly.

This was really what she bought.

When she lived together just now, she was afraid that she would not be able to take good care of him.

After all, Aunt Gui's craftsmanship is simply superb.

With her three-legged calf's cooking skills, he will definitely be laughed at.

So she bought this recipe and prepared to learn how to make it.

But this recipe is really difficult to understand. She can't master the dosage of a spoonful of seasonings, half a spoonful, and one-third of a spoonful of them.

Finally, I gave up and studied it myself.

Putting the book aside, Mo Xiran smiled flatteringly and said, "Achen is indeed the smartest in our family."

"Is it you the reference?" Zhou Yanchen raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I don't think this is a very commendable word."

"Hey? You! What did you say!"

"Okay." He patted his head and said, "Go out and don't make trouble here."

Mo Xiran curled her lips and touched half of the cucumber.

He took a bite and turned around and swayed out.

Zhou Yanchen continued to be busy, and for a while, the fragrance lingers in the room.

Four dishes and one soup, and it has a complete color, aroma and taste.

Mo Xiran has to believe that Zhou Yanchen is a versatile talent.

After dinner, she was responsible for washing the dishes.

Zhou Yanchen came in to see her once a while later and asked, "There are only a few bowls, haven't they been cured yet?"

Mo Xiran laughed and held up his hand stained with foam, "Otherwise you can brush it."

He strode over with a cold face.

He squeezed her aside, washed the dishes in a few seconds and threw them aside.

Holding her hands and rinsing them under the faucet, then holding her wrist toward the bedroom.

"What are you doing? TV series, TV series."

Pushing her into the bedroom, he smiled evilly.

Mo Xiran raised a bad premonition and shrank his neck, "You, why are you laughing at?"

"Xixi."

"Hmm, what?"

"I have something to tell you."

"What?"

He said something in her ear.

Mo Xiran suddenly widened his eyes!

He pinched the tip of her perky little nose and saw her go stupid.

I rubbed her smooth little face.

"Hear?"

He asked her.

Saying this kind of thing is enough once.

Do you want him to say it again?

After coming to his senses, Mo Xiran was confused, confused, confused, mixed with panic, guilty, reluctant to let go, and a little joy mixed in too many feelings.
To be continued...