A Sweet Wife Is Hard to Chase: The President’s Husband Loves Sweetly

Chi Yanfeng's mind seemed to have been hit by a torrent, like waking up from a dream.

The gentleness on the face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a sternness, "Who allowed you to do such a thing?"

The far-sighted employees behind immediately turned on the lights, and the office area was back to light. Everyone subconsciously turned their faces away to avoid the stimulation of the light.

Everyone backed away silently, taking a step further away from An Wanru who was standing in the front.

Chi Yanfeng's indifferent eyes swept towards Ah Xuan who was not far away, cold sweat broke out on the back of Ah Xuan's neck, he trotted forward and pushed An Wanru aside, "I'm sorry CEO, today is your birthday, I wanted to give you a surprise..."

Hao Xiao stood not far away, leaning on the desk and scratching the center of his eyebrows, with a look of watching the excitement, "Yan Feng, your subordinates are also for your own good, and you have to accept this love."

Because of Hao Xiao's words, Chi Yanfeng's expression was restrained.

The crowd dispersed slowly, and the staff knew that they had hit the hooves of the horses when they flattered them, so they scattered one after another.

But in an instant, only Chi Yanfeng, Hao Xiao, Ah Xuan and An Wanru were left in the office area.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

An Wanru's hand holding the cake was trembling, but she still forced herself to calm down, and stepped forward, "President, take a bite, it's unlucky not to eat cake on your birthday. This is what the staff carefully prepared for you."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ah Xuan stepped forward and pushed An Wanru, telling her not to seek death, but An Wanru stood there firmly, refusing to leave.

Chi Yanfeng was very angry, he was not in the mood to celebrate his birthday now.

But seeing An Wanru's face, he couldn't express any more anger.

The United States, the small town of Dole, California, a remote town far away from New York.

There is neither the prosperity of the metropolis nor the grace of Wall Street, but it is a rare place for self-cultivation.Most of the people living here enjoy the fun of life at a slow pace.

An Shuyao was wrapped in thin clothes, walking on the wide and lazy street, her stomach growling with hunger.

She has been looking for a job for two days in a row, but she has not gained anything, and the only money she has has been used up.

Fortunately, when she was an artist in China, she was diligent and studious, and she learned English very well, so there were no language barriers.Otherwise, she would have no place to cry now.

Today is the last day, and the owner of the hotel has given an ultimatum. If she can't find a job, she will sleep on the street.

I have lived under the flashlight for a long time, surrounded by a bunch of people every day, or rushing to make announcements, or being interviewed, or joining the crew, or shooting commercials or MVs.This is her way of earning money. Apart from these, she has no other earning power.At least she doesn't know what earning power she has.

It has been a long time since she escaped from Dragon City. After leaving the Los Angeles Airport, An Shuyao looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar prosperous country, and all she saw was coldness and despair.

She took the bus aimlessly, chose where to go very randomly, and finally wandered here. Because of her good eyesight, she decided to settle here.

What was beyond her expectation was that she applied for multiple jobs, but was rejected because she did not have a green card, and she did not have an introducer or guarantor.

The cash on my body has been exchanged for US dollars, which has been used up.She didn't dare to move a single cent of the money in the account, for fear that Chi Yanfeng would immediately capture her geographic location if she made a slight move. She finally escaped from his world, and now she just wants to live a stable life alone, and doesn't want to go back.

Holding the full English newspaper in her hand, An Shuyao kept cheering herself up, no matter what, she must find a job today!

Stepping on flat shoes, she walked seven streets, and at the most remote place at the end of the street, there was an English signboard with a Chinese label next to it: Chinese private kitchen.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older or something, but I want to cry when I see everything.

In a foreign country, An Shuyao burst into tears just seeing the word China.

She was so tired that she was out of touch, thirsty and hungry, as if a person walking in the desert saw an oasis and hurried up to it.

At the entrance of the restaurant stood a man in his early thirties wearing a chef's white coat.He has a crew cut, is slightly chubby, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and looks very secure.

Seeing An Shuyao approaching, before she could take the initiative to speak, he said, "Chinese?"

An Shuyao nodded immediately, and almost burst into tears when she saw the fellow villagers excited, "Brother, are you hiring a waiter here?"

The smile on the man's face restrained a little, and he looked her up and down, "I'm really short of manpower here, but can you do it?"

At first glance, An Shuyao's overall demeanor doesn't look like a waiter in a restaurant.

"As long as you don't want a green card, and you have food and housing included, there's nothing wrong with me..."

Good-looking people will receive preferential treatment no matter where they go. This is an eternal truth.

The boss let An Shuyao into the restaurant.

Looking around, it is no different from many small private restaurants in China. The restaurant is small in size, with a few scattered tables and a bar at the door of the box. There are no customers in the restaurant at this time.

An Shuyao just wanted to find a place to stay, so she didn't care about salary and benefits, and the two parties negotiated an agreement happily and signed a contract.

After everything was ready, the boss smiled and said, "You are a young girl, but you are quite reliable in handling things."

"To each other." An Shuyao said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, the boss introduced himself.

This restaurant has just opened, very quiet, no customers.The boss's surname is Zhong, and his name is Zhong Tiancheng. He has been in the United States for almost ten years.

Looking at An Shuyao who had been holding the contract to read, Zhong Tiancheng smiled and said: "Don't look, didn't you say that you are going to sleep on the street tonight? Let me arrange a place for you."

"Okay."

As soon as he hooked his hand, An Shuyao followed, walked through the long corridor in the middle of the box, and came to the back warehouse, leading to the stairs on the second floor.

An Shuyao wondered, "Boss Zhong, are you the only one in this store?"

"This is not just opening. You came to my door before my recruitment advertisement was published. This is also our fate. I am willing to use Chinese people, and I have a companion for talking and chatting, but I have never had the opportunity."

Going up the stairs all the way, Zhong Tiancheng is in front and An Shuyao is behind.

He is a talkative person. When An Shuyao is silent, he is like a gentle knight who moistens things and calms things down. Less awkward.

Hearing his words, An Shuyao smiled and said, "From this point of view, we are indeed destined."

"I think so too." Zhong Tiancheng took the lead to the second floor.

The space on the second floor is smaller than that on the first floor, but although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.In the space of one bedroom and one living room, the bed is next to the sofa, the TV is placed on the opposite side, and rows of pink tassels hang on the head of the bed, adding a bit of girlish dreaminess.

Except for a few messy children's clothes on the sofa, it is basically clean.

Zhong Tiancheng immediately picked up those clothes, stuffed them into the suitcase standing in the middle of the ground, and said embarrassingly: "I bought an apartment one kilometer away, and I am preparing to move. This is the staff dormitory. You see Is it done?"

In her lifetime, An Shuyao had never lived in such a small house.

But at this time when she was almost sleeping on the street, such a cozy hut was undoubtedly warmer than giving charcoal in the snow.

When signing the contract, she was still hesitant, fearing that she would go to the doctor in a hurry and meet unkind people.

Now it seems that God is still very kind to her.

"This environment is already a paradise for me now, thank you Boss Zhong."

Seeing that she was satisfied, Zhong Tiancheng scratched the back of his head with a simple and honest face: "What is your name, Boss Zhong? I don't think you are too old. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Cheng."

"it is good."

Zhong Tiancheng is indeed a very kind person. After settling An Shuyao's place, he drove her directly to the hotel to retrieve her luggage, and also settled the two days' hotel money that she was in arrears with.

Back at the restaurant, An Shuyao packed up her simple luggage, took a shower, and when she went downstairs, just as she reached the stairs, there was a very authentic and nostalgic smell of vegetables.

She kicked and stared and quickened her pace. Zhong Tiancheng was busy in the kitchen alone. The glass door at the door had been closed, and the signboard for closing the door was hung on the doorknob.

She was embarrassed and said, "Brother Cheng, are you closing the door?"

"Ah, there won't be anyone around at this time, so it's closed first. I guess you haven't eaten well these days. I'll make you some delicious food. You should have a full meal and have a good time." Take a rest, we will officially start work tomorrow."

The care of strangers, that kind of warmth, will be many times invisible.

Zhong Tiancheng cooked a few Hunan dishes with Chinese characteristics, which are delicious in color, fragrance and taste, making people drool just by looking at them.

"do you drink?"

At the dining table, Zhong Tiancheng asked.

An Shuyao immediately waved her hand, "I'll just drink water."

Seeing her guarded eyes, Zhong Tiancheng didn't force it, "Well, I won't drink anymore."

The two sat facing each other, enjoying the leisure time slowly, eating a meal that was not too late.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Zhong Tiancheng smiled and said, "I see that the name you signed on the contract is Ah Si? Where's your full name?"

The smile on An Shuyao's mouth instantly froze, "I don't have a name."

"How could there be no name? Otherwise, how did you buy the ticket to fly to the United States?"

Her eyes darkened, and it was only then that Zhong Tiancheng realized that he had said something wrong.

He said awkwardly: "Then call it Ah Si, as long as you do what you should do, it doesn't matter what your name is to me."

An Shuyao also felt that she overreacted, she was completely out of nervousness, but ignored Zhong Tiancheng's emotions.

She doesn't want to live with the slightest shadow of the past, she just wants to start again, even if the beginning starts from sitting up from the waiter, she doesn't care.

She was waiting for the time to pass slowly.

After waiting long enough, until Chi Yanfeng no longer pursues her so closely, she will withdraw enough funds from her account to support herself in the United States.

Then, she will completely find a place where no one knows her, and live a good life with her children.