My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

After Cheng Anran completely "took the studio as her own", Cheng Anran was full of confidence and waited for the news. She felt that Tang Yiyu finally paid yesterday, so he should not refuse to treat himself today.

Cheng Anran doesn't worry that Tang Yiyu can't find a place to eat Japanese food. After all, a rich man like him must be able to find a place to enjoy himself.

This fact once made Cheng Anran jealous and deformed.

However, Cheng Anran didn't expect that yes, Tang Yiyu only replied to her two words: [something.]

Cheng Anran: "

The cold breath penetrated from the words and cooled her burning curiosity.

It's over. It can't be verified tonight.

Fortunately, she is not a pestering person. She doesn't think she can do it tonight and tomorrow night. Anyway, she is officially moving to the studio tonight. It's time to celebrate, so let's just go——

Cheng Anran called Xu Qingyun.

Xu Qingyun received Cheng Anran's phone call and smiled at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows: "Anran, what's the matter?"

Cheng Anran smiled gently: "Mom, are you and Yifeng busy tonight? I'm not free to accompany me tonight. I'm bored. Let's go to eat Japanese food."

Xu Qingyun happened to be all right and agreed happily immediately.

When Cheng Anran hung up, she found that Tang Yiyu had sent another wechat.

Cheng Anran's heart jumped and opened it.

Tang Yiyu: [the drinking capacity is so poor that you are not allowed to drink a little.]

Her lips hooked up bit by bit and looked at it repeatedly for several times. She could almost imagine that the man's eyes were light and thin lips were light.

The voice must be cold and low octave, and the tone will take a little ridicule and warning. A face must be that expressionless, cold and handsome

Cheng Anran somehow feels a little hot in his ears. He quickly turns off his cell phone and breathes a sigh.

After packing up, Cheng Anran drives to pick up Tang Yifeng and Xu Qingyun.

At this time, Tang Yiyu looked at his eye watch, raised his head coldly and said to the night, "have you arranged it?"

Bai Ye nodded: "don't worry, the president. The paparazzi have been contacted."

Tang Yiyu put the recorder in his pocket and didn't want to get up for the dinner.

After glancing at Cheng Anran's wechat, Tang Yiyu sipped his lower lip and told Bai Ye: "contact a daily materialman for me tomorrow and arrange to go to my villa for dinner."

White night should: "good president."

In my heart, the white night couldn't help thinking, doesn't the president like Japanese food?

He doesn't like raw food, so he basically doesn't eat Japanese food.

What happened today?