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

Chapter 52 Luxury Car Models
Ye Tingchen suppressed, carried Le Yan'er back to the room, just about to speak, but found that the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

Like a kitten, it lay in his arms and rubbed against his clothes.

Ye Tingchen was angry and funny at once, this little goblin doesn't care if he seduces someone, and sleeps as soon as he says he wants to.

But the look in his eyes was a pampering that he didn't realize.

Ye Tingchen took a deep breath and finally restrained himself. He gently put Le Yan'er on the bed and covered the quilt.

Le Yan'er fell into a deep sleep, and didn't notice anything, so she smacked her mouth, as if she was meditating on something.

"Little fairy."

He let out a low cry, restrained in his hoarse voice.

Leaning slightly, he kissed her smooth forehead.

"Good night."

Ye Tingchen returned to his room, and after a while, there was the sound of showering in the bathroom.

It's been a long night.

The next day, Le Yan'er took a rare sleep in. She didn't remember what earth-shattering things she did last night. She only remembered that she and Ye Tingchen were drinking red wine in the living room. She had no memory of what happened next. I don't know the room I returned to.

Therefore, Le Yan'er has no psychological burden at all now, and she still thinks in her heart that good wine is different. After getting drunk, she doesn't have a hangover headache the next day, and instead feels that she sleeps very peacefully all night.

Le Yan'er stretched her waist, and then slowly got up and changed her clothes.

Ye Tingchen had already finished his breakfast, and was sitting at the dining table reading the financial newspaper. When he saw her going downstairs, his eyes were slightly fixed.

Le Yan'er is like everyone else: "Morning."

Ye Tingchen's eyes became a little complicated, and he asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"Great."

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?" Le Yan'er was a little strange, "Didn't we both drink red wine last night? I seem to have drunk a little too much, so I went to sleep?"

Actually forgot.

Ye Tingchen couldn't tell whether he was relieved or a little regretful, thinking in his heart that red wine is a good thing, so he can prepare more.

"I didn't do anything, did I? I seldom get drunk, so I don't know what it's like to be drunk." The wine last night was really good, and the purity was too high.

"No," Ye Tingchen paused, his eyes slightly cold, "but don't drink outside in the future."

If someone saw her like that, he might really want to kill someone.

Le Yan'er gave a absent-minded "huh" and reached for the toast on the table.

Ye Tingchen silently handed over the jam.

Steward Shen watched the tacit actions of the two, and his eyes were filled with fatherly relief.

It's really like a newlywed couple with a good relationship.

After breakfast, Mrs. Chen walked over with an ugly expression and reported, "Master, the Clivia in the study may be withering."

Le Yan'er asked, "How could it wither?"

"Mrs. Hui, I don't know. The pot in your bedroom is still in good condition. I also watered and fertilized the pot in the study together. I don't know why it is getting worse and worse."

Mrs. Chen's voice dropped in the end, it seemed that she was afraid of making Ye Tingchen unhappy.

Ye Tingchen's voice was still cold, with no ups and downs: "Then throw it away."

Le Yan'er seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Ye Tingchen, the flowers in my room are growing well, but the ones in your study are dead, maybe it's because you are so cold every day, freezing the flowers to death Yes, hahaha..."

Mrs. Chen is getting old, she can't tell that this is a joke, and she is very afraid of the young master who is usually as cold as an iceberg. Hearing Le Yan'er's words, she is frightened out of her wits.

"No, young lady, it's because I didn't take care of it well."

"It's okay, don't be nervous, Ye Tingchen didn't blame you."

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen felt that she hadn't done a good job, so she still stood stiffly.

Ye Tingchen didn't like people to disturb his relationship with Le Yan'er, so he said lightly, "Go and do your work."

Steward Shen really couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and said to Aunt Chen: "Let's go, I'll go with you to deal with the flowers."

Le Yan'er rolled her eyes and suddenly had an idea.

"Ye Tingchen, let's go buy potted plants!"

Ye Tingchen raised his eyes to look at her, and motioned her to continue talking with his eyes.

"It just so happens that the flowers in your study are dead, and the villa is so big, there are too few green plants, so it looks lifeless. It just so happens that there is nothing to do today, let's go to the flower market."

The big deer-like eyes blinked, being looked at by such eyes, Ye Tingchen subconsciously just wanted to agree to all her requests.

"it is good."

The Young Master and the Young Madam are going on a date. Although the location is a bit strange, Housekeeper Shen of course agrees with both hands.

But when he asked Ye Tingchen to bring some bodyguards, Ye Tingchen flatly refused.

Just kidding, Le Yan'er is going back to the set tomorrow, if he doesn't take advantage of this time to get along with her and bring a few light bulbs, is he crazy?

The two went straight to the underground garage.

Although Le Yan'er was mentally prepared, she was still dazzled by a row of luxury cars.

From the beginning to the end, from the shock of seeing the Lamborghini, to the end of seeing the limited edition Bugatti Veyron, Le Yaner felt that her psychological quality had been greatly improved.

"You have so many luxury cars, why do you only take such a low-key stretched Lincoln to work?"

That's right, it's low-key.

Compared with the luxury cars in the garage, the extended Lincoln is really very low-key.

Ye Tingchen thought about how to explain it for a moment, and asked, "Did you collect models when you were young?"

Le Yaner nodded.

"I have the same mentality in collecting these cars. In fact, I don't like to drive very much, and I'm not prudent." Ye Tingchen said lightly.

Le Yan'er: "..."

Can this be compared?

Most people collect models for a lifetime, and that money is not enough to buy a wheel, okay?

Regardless of Le Yan'er's turmoil in the wind, Ye Tingchen asked calmly: "Do you like it? Then drive that Bugatti."

Le Yan'er hurriedly said: "Don't, don't, there are only three cars in this country. When you drive this car to the flower market, don't you want to write 'I'm rich, come and kill me' all over your face!"

Le Yan'er walked around, but in the end she could only reluctantly admit that the Cherokee that the housekeeper drove her to work was indeed the cheapest car in the garage.

At the time, she thought the car was high-profile, but she was wrong.

In the end, she drove the Cherokee, which made her less psychologically stressed, and Ye Tingchen drove.

To Le Yan'er's surprise, Ye Tingchen's car drove very well, very smoothly, and hardly felt any bumps.

"I thought you young masters, with full-time drivers following you every day, have long forgotten how to drive. I didn't expect you to drive very well. Have you ever watched a movie where a driver wanted to practice his driving skills? , Put a glass of water in the car every night, and then drive the winding mountain road, the water in the glass can’t be splashed out. I always thought it was fake, you drive so steadily, I want to put a glass of water to try.”

"I tried."

"Ah?!" Le Yan'er was shocked.

"Driving continuously for five hours, the water in the cup did not leak."

(End of this chapter)