Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 391
Le Yan'er was sitting in the living room below, and after a short wait, Ye Tingchen came down, she went up to greet her with concern, and asked, "How is he? Is he in good health? The problem between the two of you has been resolved." ?"

A series of questions were thrown out, which showed that they were waiting anxiously below.

"Don't worry, it's settled, let's go home." Ye Tingchen grabbed Le Yan'er's hand and said lightly.

She felt that his hand was very strong, stronger than ever before, as if he was venting some emotion, which made her frown slightly.

Ye Tingchen's complexion was not very good, he was slightly pale, and his sword eyebrows were tightly furrowed, showing no intention of relaxing.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the problem has been solved smoothly.

"What happened?" Le Yaner asked worriedly.

"Don't ask anything, just stay with me."

Ye Tingchen withdrew his complicated eyes, and held her hand vigorously, as if worried that she would run away.

Le Yan'er pursed her lips when she heard the words, and chose to accompany her quietly without forcing her.

She knew that Ye Tingchen must have a lot of secrets, and she couldn't tell her all these secrets one by one, she didn't care, as long as he was the first to think of her when he felt the need, that way...she was already I am content.

Sometimes, two people don't have to get to the bottom of their love when they love each other. Everyone can keep a little secret in their hearts, as long as the secret doesn't hurt each other.

Not only being frank is a virtue, even two people who love each other need each other's space.

Le Yan'er chose to be honest with each other without reservation, not because she loved Ye Tingchen more, but because she wanted him to know and to share the burden for her.

However, Ye Tingchen chose to admit it silently, because he loves Le Yan'er more, so he is reluctant to let her know.

Everyone has their own way of loving, and they are all trying to love each other and themselves.

After getting into the car, Le Yan'er saw that he was not in good condition, so she couldn't help but suggest: "How about, let me drive."

How could Ye Tingchen not know that she was worried about him, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart, hid those negative emotions, his face returned to the usual calmness, at this moment the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a comfortable smile : "Do you know the traffic regulations in the UK?"

The driver's seat in the UK is different from that in China, one is on the right and the other is on the left. Of course, the traffic rules are also very different.

"Uh...it should be about the same, anyway, I'm a female driver." Seeing that his condition has improved a lot, Le Yan'er was both happy and sad, and finally joked in his tone.

I'm tired of hiding my emotions so quickly...

Ye Tingchen, you must be very tired...

Ye Tingchen couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, finally rubbed her head, and said slowly: "I'm fine, don't worry, go home."

"En." Le Yan'er nodded heavily, "Go home."

When the two returned home, it was already twelve o'clock, and Ye Tingchen didn't ask the chef to cook, so he made something casually.

He wiped the counter clean, then pampered Le Yan'er on it, and then gave her a tomato, let her pad her belly first, and watch her cook like a queen.

Due to time constraints, there was no way to prepare a big meal, so he made a simple spaghetti bolognese, and when the pasta was cooked, he specially fed Le Yan'er a piece to let her taste it.

Soon two plates of delicious pasta came out of the pan, and Le Yaner was about to jump down by herself, but unexpectedly, Ye Tingchen appeared again with great strength, asking her to hold her own plate of pasta, and then alone Holding her in his arms, he still held his plate of pasta in his other hand.

Walking to the dining table, he put down the pasta first, then supported Le Yan'er with both hands, and carefully placed her on the chair.

Finally, he said: "Try it."

With such treatment, I'm afraid there is no real queen, Le Yan'er feels a little embarrassed.

She quickly took a bite, and praised without hesitation: "Husband, your cooking skills can be called professional level, and the Michelin chef has to bow down."

Seeing that she was satisfied, Ye Tingchen's expression relaxed a lot: "Just as long as you like it, I will make you whatever you want in the future."

After dinner, Ye Tingchen asked her to go back to rest first, and he cleaned up the kitchen, Le Yan'er naturally couldn't leave, otherwise my husband would be so lonely.

She just crossed her legs and sat on a chair playing with her mobile phone, while Ye Tingchen started packing things in the kitchen.

Le Yan'er sighed, it's great to have a husband who loves to cook, and he can't stop it.

But at this moment, in the kitchen, Ye Tingchen was taking off his apron and preparing to go out when his phone vibrated suddenly, it was an unknown number...

His pupils contracted slightly, and his breath became awe-inspiring.

It's him--

Ye Tingchen subconsciously glanced at Le Yan'er outside, she was playing with her mobile phone seriously, and didn't notice that the kitchen had quieted down at all.

He turned on the faucet on purpose, and the water was rushing, making sure that he couldn't hear the sound from the kitchen outside, so he connected the phone.

"The matter is settled?" Ye Tingchen whispered.

"Mr. Ye finally agreed to cooperate with me. It's the first time I've been asked to do something. How could I not agree?" There was a fierce laugh coming from the opposite side, and the voice was as thin as a snake letter. Some penetration.

"I've already sent her back, and she didn't know what happened, so I saved you a lot of trouble. Today's help is a thank you gift from me. I wish us a happy cooperation. Ah Chen, welcome go home."

"That was never my home." Ye Tingchen said coldly, although his voice was lowered, the momentum was still terrifying.

On the far end of the phone, a man sank into the leather sofa, his legs folded gracefully, and he tapped lightly on the armrest with one hand, with a cigar between his index and middle fingers.

It was clearly broad daylight, but all the curtains were pulled up, making the whole room plunged into a night-like ghost.

In the darkness, only the faint fire in front of the cigar exudes a little light.

When he heard Ye Tingchen's words, he smiled even more happily: "Don't rush to say that, you and I are the same kind of people!"

Suddenly, he stopped laughing slightly, heard Ye Tingchen's voice, and asked with some doubts: "Are you eating?"

"No, wash the dishes." Ye Tingchen said truthfully.

Someone who was still full of arrogance was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that President Ye, who didn't eat fireworks in the world, would wash the dishes in a down-to-earth manner.

He suddenly thought of the news he had inquired, and smiled with relief: "It seems that your little wife has changed you a lot."

"Don't make up her mind, or I will let you die miserably."

The movements of Ye Tingchen's hands paused slightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold. Even through the phone, that person could feel Ye Tingchen's danger.

(End of this chapter)