Good Luck:Dear,Come

She was dazzled by his burning eyes. She hung her head and said in a soft voice, "I understand..."

"Now that I know it, I'll look like I'm abusing you."

"I just..." She forced a dry smile, stretched out a slightly trembling hand and straightened her hair behind her ears. "I just need a little time to digest it." Digest the shocking scene just now.

How many people can be really indifferent when they see their beloved husband kissing other women?

How can song Beichuan not understand her mind?

"You don't need digestion." He said suddenly.

"Eh?" She raised her eyes.

"This is what you need." He strode her waist with one hand, exerted a little strength, easily took her into his arms, and then without hesitation bent his head to kiss her lips.

Jiao body a shock, she was startled, stare big eyes, the whole person stand on the spot.

Such an astringent reaction makes him feel uncomfortable, which means that the intimate relationship between the two needs to be strengthened.

With this in mind, he kisses more deeply and doesn't care that there are surveillance videos in the elevator.

At this time, the elevator jingle, arrived at the top floor.

Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel nervous. He put his hands against his chest and struggled a little, but it didn't work. Fortunately, there was usually no one on the top floor. When the elevator door closed again, he was even more reckless.

He pried off his scallop teeth and wrapped them around the tip of her soft tongue. He was as hungry as dew in the desert. He really wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but his right hand was still carrying the love food she sent. He couldn't move his hands.

For a long time, he ended the kiss. Their foreheads were against their foreheads, and their breath was shallow. However, they couldn't help laughing at what they would do as if they were in love.

"I I'll take you back. " He said.

"But is it OK with the company?"

"You forget I'm the boss?"

That afternoon, song Beichuan did not return to the company. He was very tired, and she was also very tired, but they both got Never before.

In order to keep the best taste of the wine, Lin Xiaochuan made it again and again.

Two hours later, he called home excitedly, saying that the wine taster of the other party was quite satisfied with the dish. Unfortunately, because she was not a regular chef, she had to hold a separate meeting to decide whether to use it or not.

But anyway, it's always a hope.

Hang up the phone, Lin Xiaoqing in addition to happy to want to scream, no second thought.

"Want me to cook in public at the presentation?"

Standing in front of the kitchen table, Lin Xiaoqing looks at Song Beichuan in amazement, as if she heard some terrible news. After two seconds, she almost refuses on the spot without thinking.

"No, no, that's exaggerating. How could they want a housewife to cook on stage?"

Song Beichuan smiles, pulls back his chair and sits down at the dining table.

"We had a meeting to study this, but we all agreed that it could improve the topic, and the magazine even put down the headline."

Of course, Han Tong still opposes from the beginning to the end. She even leaves the meeting room in public, but he doesn't intend to let Lin Xiaoqing know about it.

"Wait, the magazine?" She was stunned.

"Well," he nodded, with a natural look on his face, "this time we cooperated with the propaganda of the magazine" delicious food and wine ". We signed 18 pages with each other to present this conference."

"What How come... " She opened her mouth wide and suddenly couldn't speak.

How wonderful is fate? In the last period of her life, she earned the position of chief editor in that magazine, always looking for the object of report. But this time, she changed from an interviewer to an interviewee by mistake?

Seeing her bewildered stupidity, song Beichuan couldn't help laughing: "you can promise. After all, you've worked hard for so many days."

She just came back to herself, looking flustered, "but I What if I screw up? Or did I accidentally make a fool of myself at the press conference? "

He shrugged, "isn't that one of the selling points? Try to imagine that a housewife without formal catering training can make a perfect French creative cuisine. What else can stir up the hot topic? And most people think that... " He stopped talking suddenly.

"What do you think?" She asked.

I don't know why, he suddenly appears a little shy, a little shy, "plus they all think that you have a high face value, you are very beautiful, and your image is very fresh, which can improve the consumer's favor."

After he finished, he wiped his neck awkwardly. He was just praising his wife. Why was he so embarrassed?

When Lin Xiaoqing heard this, she was also embarrassed."That's about it," he said hastily. "We've thought about all the things you're worried about, so all you have to do is take your skills to the battlefield."

Lin Xiaoqing is not as confident as he is. He just stands there, hesitating and struggling.

In fact, she doesn't have the experience of standing in front of the public. However, those experiences are all about making a funny and humorous speech as a chief editor, rather than standing on the stage cooking for everyone to see!

Song Beichuan quietly looked at her slightly tightened eyebrows, he thought is too selfish? Regardless of her wishes and without her promise, a group of people pushed her onto the stage without authorization

"Well, I see." He sighed, ready to make amends.

"Eh?" Lin Xiaoqing came back and said, "what do you know?"

"I'll push it tomorrow."

"What?" She exclaimed, "no! How can I push it off? What about the contract? It's hard to make a dish that satisfies the wine merchant, isn't it? "

"But you're not happy." He annotated the expression on her face.

"I..." She a meal, eyebrow low Mou hang, "I'm not unhappy, just very nervous, very afraid that they will mess up things."

Hearing this, song Beichuan was silent for a few seconds. Then he stood up and went to her side. He couldn't help reaching out and touching her face.

"I know you'll do it perfectly."

She chuckled, still worried, "you're not a fortune teller."

Yes, he is not a fortune teller. He can't predict the future, but at least he has witnessed her serious and attentive appearance.

He is unforgettable for the shock of the moment When he woke up in the middle of the night and found that his wife was not around, he saw her alone in the kitchen, busy smoldering duck meat and cooking sauces, from late night to early morning every day, just to try out the most perfect proportion and combination.