CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

When Leng Shaoheng came back again, he came in with big and small bags in his hand and put the dinner on the small table one by one, with spoons and chopsticks on the table.

Shen Qingqing didn't take it. She just raised her head and looked at Enron. Enron asked her what was wrong with her eyes.

"I'd like Baoji's shredded chicken porridge." Shen Qingqing doesn't plan to eat the dinner prepared by Leng Shaoheng. She whispers to Enron.

Enron nodded, "OK, I want to eat it too. I'll give you some takeout."

Enron then turns out his cell phone and opens the takeaway software to let Shen Qingqing see what she wants to eat. But the two of them chat. Leng Shaoheng, who is not angry, just asks the bodyguard to withdraw the food.

The bodyguards outside have been replaced by Leng Shaoheng. Now they are all his people outside. Shen Qingqing knows and doesn't say anything. She is too lazy to say anything to Leng Shaoheng.

Shen Qingqing only thought that she would ignore Leng Shaoheng. She told Enron a lot of food, and the two women ordered several things.

They quietly watched TV and chatted. They took the man who looked at some scum in the TV play as Leng Shaoheng. He knew it, but he didn't speak.

When the takeout came, Enron put the food on the small table. Shen Qingqing took the spoon and began to eat. Leng Shaoheng sat on the sofa not far away.

"This porridge is delicious. Unfortunately, it doesn't open until after five in the evening." Enron had a mouthful of chicken porridge and was in a good mood.

"Yes, his family has always tasted good." Shen Qingqing nodded, "before I remember changing the chef, the taste has changed, now much better."

"I think these days, I bring it to you every day." Enron said with a smile, Shen Qingqing nodded.

Enron inadvertently looks at Leng Shaoheng. He looks down at his mobile phone. His face doesn't seem to be very good. She doesn't feel the same, even she is not soft hearted.

Leng Shaoheng uses his mobile phone to deal with business affairs, and finds a photo of Zhao Qianqian drinking with others in a bar. He asks his assistant to send it to the newspaper. All he thinks about is because of Zhao Qianqian.

Leng Shaoheng's face was gloomy, and his whole body was emitting a low pressure. Even Enron noticed that he was very angry, but she was happy. It was better for him to be angry.

After eating, he accompanied Shen Qingqing for a while. He saw that the time was almost up and didn't disturb Shen Qingqing's rest.

"Are you sure you don't want me here?" Enron is not at ease to ask, worried that Leng Shaoheng bullies Shen Qingqing again.

"No, I'm safe here. You can go back and have a rest early." Shen Qingqing said in a soft voice to Enron that she had been with her for so long today.

Enron listened to Shen Qingqing say so, did not continue to disturb, "well, if you have anything, just call me, no matter what time."

"Well." Shen Qingqing waved and watched Enron take things and go out.

As soon as Enron left, Shen Qingqing took her mobile phone and leaned back against Leng Shaoheng. She thought he didn't exist. Now she didn't care so much about the pain in her body, and knew he wouldn't go.

Leng Shaoheng turns down the temperature of the air conditioner and closes the French window. When he walks by, he wants to tuck Shen Qingqing in, but Shen Qingqing stares at him.

"Stay away from me." Shen Qingqing's face was cold, and her tone was a little disgusted and angry.

Leng Shaoheng went to cover her up. Without speaking, she turned back to the sofa and sat down.