Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Day and night use, brand, how long?

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

He took out his mobile phone and called Sheng Yiruo, "Xiaotu, you want to use it day and night, how long?"

Sheng Yiruo scratched his eyebrows and said with a blushing face, "It doesn't matter the brand, the longer the better."

Fu Zhaochen turned his head and said to the salesperson, "It doesn't matter what the brand is, it's for daily use and night use, the longer the better."

The salesperson thought for a while and then said, "Well... if the quantity is relatively large, you can choose safety pants. You are not afraid of sports. The safety silk is thin and will not leak..."

After Sheng Yiruo heard the salesman's words, Fu Zhaochen was silent on the opposite side. After a minute, he asked back, "What pants?"

"It's auntie pants, which are better than sanitary napkins."

Sheng Yiruo could guarantee that Fu Zhaochen was the first to hear so many new terms when he was so old. He said loudly, "Then I want them all. One pack of each brand."

When Fu Zhaochen came back, Sheng Yiruo was in the bathroom, she hoarsely said, "Put your things at the door!"

He glanced at the blood on the quilt, thinking that she should be squatting on the toilet now, "Okay."

Fu Zhaochen put a big bag of sanitary napkins and other things at the door, and went to tidy up Sheng Yiruo's bedding.

Sheng Yiruo happened to see it when he opened the door to pick up something.

"I'll collect it myself later, don't worry about it, it's dirty."

After Sheng Yiruo finished speaking, he closed the door, throwing the embarrassment home.

Fu Zhaochen chuckled, "I don't dislike you. The blood stains should be washed with cold water. I learned from my experience last time. You can't touch cold water now."

Sheng Yiruo thinks that she should die in the bathroom, so don't go out and make a fool of yourself.

Who has a young master like Fu Zhaochen served?

A person who talked about hundreds of millions of projects went to the supermarket to "talk" to her about the daily and night use of aunt's towels and safety pants, length, silk thin?

Just thinking about it made her want to be flushed down the sewer.

After a while, Fu Zhaochen knocked on the door, "Little Rabbit, why don't you come out? I boiled brown sugar rose water for you, come out and drink."

She drank water in small sips, and then reported to Chen Wanning in a low voice.

Chen Wanning giggled listening there, "Xiaotu, how did I hear his pampering? It turns out that you are Mr. Fu's beloved little wife."

"I won't tell you anymore, you will lose your tune when you talk."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone and lay down on the bed.

Sheng Yiruo listened quietly to the movement outside, but Fu Zhaochen remained silent.

Later, she fell asleep again.

When Sheng Yiruo woke up again, her stomach still hurt, but she was hungry.

She went to the kitchen, and there was a note on the refrigerator - Xiaotu, I have a social event at night, and the meal is in the warmer, remember to eat.

Sheng Yiruo opened the warming cabinet and there was black-bone chicken and red date soup in it. She rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Isn't it?"

As she ate, she looked at the bedding she had soiled on the balcony, which was already hanging there to dry. The wind was blowing gently, and the fluttering bedding seemed to have the fragrance of laundry detergent.

The fragrance is so meaningful that Sheng Yiruo can't imagine, if they are an ordinary couple, this is how they would live!

At night, Sheng Yiruo fell asleep after drawing the blueprints for a while, but her stomach was cold and hurt, she couldn't sleep well, she was drowsy.

Late at night, when Fu Zhaochen came back, he stretched out his hand to stroke the bangs on Sheng Yiruo's forehead, "Does it still hurt?"

Sheng Yiruo hummed in pain, "Well, it hurts..."

Fu Zhaochen took out his mobile phone and began to search for solutions. After looking around, the only thing that was feasible in the middle of the night was keeping warm. In one of the posts, a girl said——every time I hurt, it is my husband who covers me. Rubbing the stomach soon relieved.

He leaned down, with a slight smell of alcohol, "Little Rabbit, did brother give you a stomachache?"

Sheng Yiruo opened his eyes suddenly, "What are you doing?"

Fu Zhaochen had already taken a shower in the bedroom, with the unique aroma of Hermès shower gel, mixed with the smell of his aftershave, Sheng Yiruo thought it smelled good.

"Nuan Baobao will buy it tomorrow, it's too late, so you can just use my hand."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaochen lifted the quilt and lay down next to Sheng Yiruo.

When a woman has menstruation, it is inevitable that there will be a bloody smell. Sheng Yiruo hasn't worn perfume yet, so she hides shyly.

Fu Zhaochen reached out and hugged him into his arms.

He sneered, "What are you afraid of? You look like this, do I still... fight bloody?"

Sheng Yiruo's hairs stood on end when he heard his teasing, she stretched out her hand to hit him, "Are you talking?"

"I won't say anymore, I'm not a beast, I won't move you!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaochen put his hands on Sheng Yiruo's belly, and massaged clockwise, circle after circle.

Gradually, the pain was replaced by warm and gentle massage, Sheng Yiruo gradually fell asleep, Fu Zhaochen rubbed her for a while after seeing her asleep.

Then he put his big palm on her stomach and fell asleep.

The next day, when Sheng Yiruo got up, his stomach didn't hurt and he felt refreshed, while Fu Zhaochen had woken up earlier, and the quilt next to him was cold.

After washing, Sheng Yiruo opened the door and went out, wanting to ask Fu Zhaochen where he was going today, but as soon as he went out, he saw Manager Zhao, Manager Lin, and He Yu sitting on the sofa from yesterday.

As for Fu Zhaochen sitting there calmly, with a lot of materials in front of him.

Seeing Sheng Yiruo, the two got up quickly, "Secretary Sheng."

Fu Zhaochen raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Breakfast is in the warmer. Do you take it out and drink milk? Shall I heat it for you?"

Sheng Yiruo felt that she had a "cold" and her face was very hot.

She didn't understand whether Fu Zhaochen had lost his mind or made a mistake?Her secretary is served by the boss, what does it look like to outsiders?

"Ok?"

Fu Zhaochen deliberately dragged his tongue and asked Sheng Yiruo.

Sheng Yiruo shook his head quickly, "I don't drink milk, I'm going to eat."

After speaking, she entered the kitchen wearing slippers.

Manager Zhao smiled and said to Fu Zhaochen, "Boss Fu, is Secretary Sheng your girlfriend?"

Fu Zhaochen saw that Sheng Yiruo's eating head stopped there, obviously listening to them.

He asked back, "Do you think she looks like my girlfriend?"

He Yu hurriedly made gestures, he knew that the two of them are now in the cool-off period of breaking up without embarrassment, they are far worse than lovers, and a little more ambiguous than friends.

Manager Lin smiled, "Don't say it, it really doesn't look like it, but it does look like..."

lover!

Everyone present understood what he meant. A woman who is like a pet that a successful man keeps by his side is a lover.

Fu Zhaochen and others heard the loud sound of setting down dishes and chopsticks in the restaurant.

Sheng Yiruo turned his head and gave Fu Zhaochen a vicious look, "Boss Fu, your porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat is salty, no wonder you drink so much gossip."

After speaking, she got up and poured out the unfinished porridge, then got up and went back to the room.

Fu Zhaochen gave Manager Lin a cold look, "Let's go when the matter is over, I won't keep the two of you for dinner."

He Yu wanted to laugh but held back, giving the two of them a quick look.

The two wisely picked up the materials and left with He Yu.

Seeing that people had left, Fu Zhaochen got up and went to Sheng Yiruo's room.

He pushed open the door and leaned against the door, "Angry? Secretary Sheng."

"You men are all dogs, all cheap!"

Sheng Yiruo sneered coldly while rubbing the hand cream, "You deliberately didn't explain just now, to make me look bad."

Fu Zhaochen walked over with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, "How should I explain? Say you are my girlfriend who wants to break up with me? Then I would rather let them think you are my lover, at least you are famous and real."

Sheng Yiruo reached out to hammer Fu Zhaochen, he grabbed her hand, she stretched out the other hand to hammer Fu Zhaochen, and he grabbed the other hand.

Then he pulled the person back into his arms and circled him tightly.

Fu Zhaochen looked at Sheng Yiruo, and he chuckled, "Xiaotu, next time this happens, please explain, okay?"

"Let go of me, I'll go find the hotel in a while."

Sheng Yiruo struggled, but Fu Zhaochen hugged him tightly, "You want me to accompany you to the hotel? Then how many people do you have to explain to?"

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed Sheng Yiruo's lips.

After he traced lightly for a while, he said warmly, "Is the porridge salty if I try it?"

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door, it was He Yu.

"Boss Fu, Ms. Duan was filming in Jiangcheng, the wire was broken and she was sent to the hospital."