Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She said, every word was vocal: "I am Zhou Qingmeng's daughter, Zhou Xufang."

Boom!

The sound of thunder opened in his ears, Luo Huaiyu shook his hands, and pointed to Zhou Xufang: "Luo, Luo San..."

She leaned over slightly, her eyes soaked in rain coldly said: "It's me, I'm here to ask for it."

Luo Huaiyu rolled his eyes and fell back.

On that day, Luo Yinghe moved out of the Luo family, Xu Yunci also moved out with her, and the Luo family was separated.

Zhou Xufang cremated his mother's bones. Uncle said that she wanted to bury the ashes in her hometown. She said yes, and went to Xufang Town with her uncle.

In the past few days when she was absent, several major events occurred in the Imperial Capital.

On the second day after the arson trial, the scandal of the Luo family broke out. Luo's stock price plummeted. The wave has not yet settled. Luo's tax evasion was found again, involving dozens of relevant executives. , And the companies that have cooperated with it have terminated their contracts.

It was on this vent that Luo Huaiyu was irritated and bedridden. Luo Yinghe, the second lady of the Luo family, took office, and then... even more chaos.

The rain has stopped, and the dark cloud above Luo's building has not scattered.

"Second Miss," an executive of Luo's was speaking, "Viniter's marketing manager called and said to terminate the contract."

Luo Yinghe sat on the boss chair, turned left and right: "Then solve it."

The executives are embarrassed: "The wine in our clubs, hotels, and resorts has always been supplied by Vinter, and we have not yet found other suitable partners."

Luo Yinghe watched the executives: "What should I do?"

The executives looked solemn and panicked: "I also want to ask you what and what to do?" Luo's reputation is completely stinking, and no one wants to cooperate with Luo's on this vent.

"Are you asking me?" Luo Yinghe looked at her employees with idiotic eyes, "How do I know, if I know, why should I hire you."

Executive: "..."

With such a boss, the company will go bankrupt.

Luo Yinghe was annoyed when he saw this chubby man, and waved his hands like a fly: "Don't pester me here, don't hurry up and find a way."

Fat Dun executives: "Yes, second lady."

She was unhappy, rolled her eyes and put on the official slogan: "Don't call Miss Er in the company, call Dong Luo."

Fatton executive: "...Okay, Dong Luo."

After dismissing the person, Luo Yinghe lay on the table and began...practice calligraphy.

Her signature is too artistic, and now she is an old Dong, not an artist, and she has to have a signature signature, at least not to let people see what character she signed, so that she can get to the top.

Someone knocked on the door.

She turned over the calligraphy paper: "Come in."

It's the weasel here.

"Still adapted?"

"Okay."

Luo Changfang sat down and put the bag aside: "I heard that Luo's situation is not very good."

Luo Ying and Jin'er are wearing professional attire. She is not used to it. She changed her posture and did not lift her legs. "Who said that, which big mouth is making rumors?"

No one said Luo Changfang, so he changed the subject: "Yinghe, don't you plan to make a comeback?"

All right? Can she manage her return?

Luo Yinghe is impatient and doesn't know how to play Tai Chi: "Auntie, you also know that my mind is straight and can't go in circles. Just tell me if you have anything to do. You don't have to be like this. "

Having said that, Luo Changfang didn't mean anything, "How about selling your shares to me?"

Luo Yinghe hehehe said, "I said, Auntie, why are you here? It turned out to be thinking of my chairmanship."

When is she stupid?

Is she so stupid?

"It's all a family, and it's all for the good of Luo's family." Luo Changfang smiled like a charitable elder, "You can't live in town, your grandfather is still in the hospital, I If we don’t care, our family’s ancestors’ foundation will become a bubble."

Luo Yinghe snorted from his nose.

Who believes her nonsense!

"If you don't believe in Auntie, you can keep the shares, and I will help you take care of them. You can go filming, filming, singing, and doing what you want to do."

Luo Ying and Youyan did not enter: "I want to be chairman now."

"..."

The smile on Luo Changfang's face stiffened. He picked up the bag and stood up: "Let me see how long you, the chairman, can do it."

Luo Yinghe used her nostrils to see people: "It's easy to leave."

There are always Diao Min wanting to covet the country she beats down.

As soon as the person left, she couldn't help it and kicked the desk: "Huh, bitch."

At the door, Luo Changfang, who has not yet gone far: "..."

On the third day after the arson trial, Luo Qinghe moved into Xu Bozhi’s apartment. She was a prisoner who was executed outside the prison and needed a bracelet with positioning function on her hand.

The thing is black, which is an eyesore.

"This bracelet can't be removed?"

Xu Bozhi put down her luggage: "No."

There were a lot of roses in the room, and the smell was a bit strong. She rubbed the bracelet on her wrist: "In other words, as long as I wear it, the police will know where I go?"

Xu Bozhi hugged her from behind: "You can say so."

"You too will know?"

He didn't deny, he leaned on her shoulder and sniffed her: "Where to go in the future, tell me first."

"What happens if it is removed?"

"I will let you go back to the cell." He pulled the hair out of her ears, moved his lips to her ears, and said, "So, you have to be obedient."

obedient?

Luo Qinghe smiled and took away the hand on her waist: "Is this imprisonment?"

Xu Bozhi confiscated his hands and buckled them tighter. He pressed his back against her back, closed his eyes, and immersed his head in her neck to breathe: "Why, I love you so much."

He opened his mouth and bit her neck with his teeth.

Like thousands of maggots crawling on her body and rolling in her stomach, she forcefully broke off the hands that were hoop around her waist.

"Not willing?"

Xu Bozhi released his hand and squeezed her chin: "Luo Qinghe, we are already married, and I am your husband."

In order to send Luo Changde to prison, she has sold herself to him, and now she is a prisoner: "The child is still young, don't touch me."

Xu Bozhi held her chin and asked her to look up. He could see the hatred in her eyes, and he was unwilling.

Not willing to swim?

She is a prisoner, his prisoner.

He smiled, his right eye was lowered, looking at her belly, his left eye could not move, facing her: "The child is still young, you have to be good and lie down." He put his hand on her belly, "If it hurts The child in your stomach, that’s trouble."

When the child is gone, she has to go back to prison.

She hesitated for a short time, and then stepped back: No, how can she be committed to this one-eyed dragon, she has her pride and dignity, she is Luo Qinghe, the eldest lady of the Luo family, this humble gardener How can I be worthy of her.

She pushed him away and ran out.

A hand stretched out from behind, grabbed her hair, and dragged her back...

On the fourth day after the arson trial, Fang Ideal made headlines.

On the same day, she was lying at home, holding a box of pregnant women's biscuits, and her agent called: "Did you go to the obstetrics and gynecology department yesterday?"

She bit the biscuit loudly: "How do you know?"

"You were photographed."

She beats a carp: "The paparazzi nowadays are really dedicated, day and night without weekends."

Lin Shang was not in the mood to gag her: "Whose child belongs to?"

"The kid didn't take pictures of his father?" Damn, what's up!

Yesterday she had a stomachache, and she was afraid that the baby might have something, so she went to the hospital with Xue Baoyi, because the time was too late to arrange a special passage.

Even if the paparazzi secretly photographed her, it would be too much to only photograph her but not Xue Baoyi.

"It's the second master?" Lin Shang was quite calm. Since knowing that Fang Ideal is the boss's wife, she has been in Buddhism, and the sky fell and there was no suffocation.

Of course, Fang Ideal did not feel suffocated. As usual, she was paralyzed and ate her pregnant women's biscuits as usual: "Who else could it be?"

"Let me see what the boss means first." Before hanging up the phone, Lin Shang confessed, "You should stop posting on Weibo these days."

On Weibo, there was hostility.

Because Fang Ideal's resources were so good, it went smoothly, and he did offend a wave of people in the circle. As soon as her information came out, the sunspots from all directions came to join in.

"I haven't come out to refute the rumors, this time is really pregnant, right."

"Who is the child's father?"

"Who else can it be, Lord Jinzhu."

"No wonder it became so fast, it turned out that someone was escorting it."

"Fang Ideal's acting skills are right there. Are some sunspots blind?"

"Our ideals are too red, blocking the way of too many people, taking too many good resources, and people with pinkeye are jealous."

"Wife, can I make it public?"

"Can I have a face upstairs? The child is mine!"

"..."

There is a lot of noise on the Internet.

What is Xue Baoyi doing at this time? Apologizing.

Xia Hansong listened: "What did you say?"

Xue Baoyi sat opposite, with Erlang's legs tilted up: "Is it on purpose?" He wouldn't come to apologize if it wasn't for fear that the woman at home would make a temper with him.

He Xue Erye didn't know how to write the word "I'm sorry" since he was born.

Xia Hansong who heard clearly, but pretended not to hear clearly: "No, I really didn't hear clearly."

Oh shit!

Xue Baoyi grinds his teeth and yells: "I'm sorry, it's done!"

Xia Hansong reluctantly accepted: "Why did you beat me that day?"

"The conflict between husband and wife, you don't understand it."

"..."

He didn't ask any more, he swiped his cell phone and swiped it, and he suddenly realized: "Your wife is pregnant? Do you think the child is mine?"

Xue Baoyi began to show off in secret: "If you guessed it, don't talk about it everywhere, my wife forbids me to make it public."

Xia Hansong pushed the phone over: "Your wife should allow you to make it public now."

First place in the hot search on Weibo: Fang Yiu was pregnant, and second place: Fang Yiu had a baby.

Xue Baoyi glanced at the title, the whole person exploded, jumped up, and called Fang Ideal as he ran outside: "Where are you?"

It's calm there: "At home." Oh, yes, "The downstairs are all reporters. My takeaway is here, I don't dare to go down and get it."

She is over in her own apartment, not in Lao Fang.

Xue Baoyi didn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator, and went straight up the stairs: "I'll be here soon."

She could hear his breathing while running through the phone: "I'm not very hungry, you run slowly, don't hurry."

He didn't slow down at all, and rushed to the parking lot: "If the reporter asks, how should I answer?"

"How do you want to answer?"

"I want to answer truthfully." He held his breath, waiting for her answer.

Fang Ideal thought about it: "Okay."

Xue Baoyi smiled like a fool over there.

Therefore, when the reporter asked how the second master came, the second master smiled knowingly at the camera: "Bring food to my wife and children."

Then, within half an hour, Xue Xiaoerye posted a Weibo.

Xue Baoyi V: My child's mother @方 Ideal

Weibo her server, um, crashed.

"Little second master, do you remember Jiang Zhi by the Daming Lake?"

"Second Lord, if you are kidnapped, you just blink."

"Why not Jiang Dao? Why Fang Ideal? I don't accept it!"

"Upstairs, go away, there are so many scenes."

"blessing."

"So to worry about our ideals, for fear that Xiao Erye will play mahjong with the girl again."

"No wonder being able to act in Director Jiang's movie, the background is hard enough."