Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

When Cheng Youran came home, maybe it was low blood sugar, and her eyes were a little dark. She sat on the sofa and ate a few pieces of chocolate to get better.

She turned on the phone.

Xiao Su has been paying attention to her carefully, and hurriedly persuades: "It's better not to play games or do other things."

There are too many foul language on the Internet, and the image that has improved is in danger. Except for the unswerving support of diehard fans, everyone else can't wait to put the word **** on Cheng Youran's forehead.

[Huaguowomen.com] This is the 21st century, and I support women's right to control their bodies!

[Big fish eats small fish] Pastoral feminism is gone, which serious woman in the 21st century will take this kind of portrait? I feel dirty when I see her

[Zhou Hongwen] As a public figure, suspected of making obscene | obscene | **** objects for profit, as far as I know, quite a few of her fans are teenagers, and there is also the suspicion of teaching bad teenagers, which has been reported

Looking at the comments, Cheng Youran slowly calmed down, and Fang Liuyun contacted Weibo and other platforms to delete the portrait photos.

But it's not enough.

Movies are not like TV shows. The box office needs real money to support. All the actors who sell at the box office, without exception, have a good audience. Fans are second.

Cheng Youran sent a small essay on "True Feelings" to a gossip account called the old lady of the entertainment circle.

…………

"Fuck."

Lan Ting almost threw the mouse out, and his colleague gave him a strange look: "Do you have Pattinson?"

"Thank you, that's Parkinson."

Lan Ting twitched his mouth. He suddenly grabbed his colleague's neck. Although the volume was small, he couldn't hide his excitement: "I have Cheng Youran's exclusive anecdote!"

After he resigned from the newspaper office, he came to work in this studio. The studio assigned him to take care of the Weibo account of the entertainment industry's old mother uncle. He usually reads contributions, edits and compiles gossip, and lives like a retired old man.

Until today, it has changed.

The colleague pushed him away and said speechlessly, "Isn't it true that the photo is taken? Everyone knows this, because you are still Cheng Youran's black fan. I only know now that I must have fished at work today."

Yes, Lan Ting is Cheng Youran's black fan. Seven of the ten Weibo posts have to be connoted to Cheng Youran, who belongs to the black fan world. Some people even suspect that he is so dark as a natural fan.

But how is this possible?

Lan Ting typed quickly, and soon showed his edited Weibo to his colleagues. The colleagues didn't take it seriously. After reading it, his face was shocked, exactly the same as his previous reaction.

Lan Ting posted Weibo with a hint of complacency.

[Entertainment Lao Niang Uncle] I received a submission today that opened my eyes to the old Niang uncle. A certain actress surnamed Cheng took a large-scale photo, and her mother was so angry that she was admitted to the hospital with a heart attack. The rescue failed and died. The old woman was also convinced [ picture]

There were more than a hundred comments immediately.

[Doctor Mark] Fuck, Cheng Youran's bottom line broke through my imagination, is this still a human?

[Mineral water without sugar] It’s true and fake, isn’t this kind of submissions written in random? The deceased is the big one, you should delete the old mother uncle.

[Dragon Boat Festival Zongzi] The water army who was washing the ground exceeded the standard. I am from Yucheng. The place and time mentioned are all right. You can write it for me to see?

Most of them believe it, because the details are too real, and only a few navy soldiers have been jumping in the comment area.

Lan Ting laughed, right?

Tomorrow he will go to Yucheng.

…………

"Is the wife asleep?"

Lu Zixiao buttoned the door lightly, and the maid took the suit he took off, and said, "Should be asleep."

His complexion looked better, but still cold, he went upstairs, bent his slender fingers, and knocked on the bedroom door.

No one answered.

Lu Zixiao frowned, held the door handle, and was about to open the door, who knew he couldn't move it.

——The door is locked.

"Cheng Youran, open the door."

He said coldly.

Still no one answered.

Thinking of a certain guess, the hand he was holding on the doorknob turned white because of his hard fingertips, and his voice trembled for the first time: "Cheng Youran, open the door!"

Finally, the door moved.

A small gap was opened, and a head probed out to take a look. Lu Zixiao wanted to push the door directly, but he was afraid of hurting her.

I had to bear it and waited for her to open the door bit by bit. Finally the door opened. Lu Zixiao strode into the room and saw Cheng Youran, who quickly ran to the bed and lay down, covering his head with a quilt.

"I am sleeping."

The person in the quilt dragged a long tone and said, it still sounded a bit like a dream.

Lu Zixiao walked to the bed and sneered: "A person who is asleep can't speak."

Cheng Youran closed her mouth quickly.

Lu Zixiao:............

Seeing Cheng Youran who didn't say a word, he suddenly chuckled and sighed. Why was he angry with her? He changed to a softer tone: "Cheng Youran, are you really not coming out?"

If you don't come out, you won't die.

Cheng Youran was covered in a quilt, breathing thin air. Originally, she didn't think there was anything in the photo. Michelangelo's David was still naked.

Alas, she is just a little sad, and her previous efforts may be in vain.

But when Lu Zixiao knew about it, what would he think of herself, she was... ashamed of seeing Lu.

Lu Zixiao spoke lazily: "Cheng Youran, if you come out now, I will give you Graf's 24-carat blue diamond necklace."

Cheng Youran's will is not so firm anymore.

"TrossiLeggenda by Patek Philippe."

Cheng Youran moved a little, but held back.

"All the games on steam are called by this name, right?"

Cheng Youran couldn't resist the temptation and got out of the quilt: "I will give you my steam account."

Lu Zixiao breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and rubbed Cheng Youran's hair, which was fluffy and soft. He raised his eyebrows: "Can you give it up?"

Cheng Youran raised her head and met his gaze. Seeing herself reflected in Lu Zixiao's eyes, she lowered her head and asked dully, "Don't you blame me for embarrassing you?"

Lu Zixiao, such a face-saving person, must be frustrated, and hurried back from the company... to settle accounts with her.

Suddenly, she was pressed tightly in her arms by a big hand, and her body suddenly stiffened. This, this is about to do it!

She was so frightened that she closed her eyes.

However, she was greeted with a possessive hug. Her head was resting on the man's solid chest, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her low voice and tone wantonly blatantly.

"What a big deal."

He gently patted Cheng Youran on the back, like a kid, and the person in his arms gradually relaxed, perhaps tired, and fell asleep in his arms after a while.

Lu Zixiao lifted her up by her waist, put her on the bed, and tucked the quilt for her, his movements were incredibly gentle.

But when he walked out the door, all the smiles disappeared, replaced by a cold face, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

…………

Beijing, Li's house.

"To offend Lu Zixiao for a woman?" Li Xiuyuan sat in a chair and shook his head, "You are so impulsive, if the old man knows--"

"If Grandpa knew, he wouldn't say anything." Li Zhichen said calmly, "Li and Lu's two businesses overlap too much. We have long been his thorns."

Like, too much.

For a moment, Li Xiuyuan thought it was the old man who was talking, so he took a deep look at Li Zhichen, didn't say anything, and returned to the study.

He closed the door, and he was the only one in the study. With a complex expression, he took out a document from the drawer—the father-son kinship test report.

The probability of father and son is 0.

Every time he read this report, he would smile miserably. For thirty years, he had never suspected that Li Zhichen was not his son. Now that he wants to come, there are too many doubts, but he has chosen to ignore it.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

——It's a multimedia message.

He saw the picture in the MMS clearly. He tightly squeezed the phone, trembling with anger, and then slammed the phone against the wall.

There is nothing else in the picture, it is the photo of his wife and his father. For example, holding hands in public, he used to think it was a proof of the harmony between his father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.

Hearing the sound from the study, Li Zhichen knocked on the door worriedly: "Dad, are you okay?"

Li Xiuyuan opened the door and suddenly said, "Switzerland invited me to climb the snow-capped mountains. I am not like you inherited the talent of the old man. I can do everything to my best."

"I'll try."

Hearing the answer coming from outside the door, Li Xiuyuan's sweat on his back became more than half wet, and he couldn't wait for the inspection report of the old man and Li Zhichen.

Even for a day, it was unbearable.

…………

The next day, Cheng Youran slept until noon. She went downstairs and Lu Zixiao had breakfast at the table, reading a newspaper in her hand.

She was stunned when she saw the cover clearly.

—— "Li Zhichen Snow Mountain Missing, Life and Death Unknown"

Lu Zixiao watched her staring at the cover intently. He put down the newspaper and smiled softly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "It's really a shame."

Cheng Youran:............

Lan Ting has already boarded the flight to Yucheng, and the boss has high hopes for him and must win first-hand news.

He came to the First People's Hospital. Today is a working day and the hospital is still overcrowded. It took him a lot of effort to find Dr. Li, the doctor in charge of Cheng Mu's then.

The First People's Hospital is a public hospital. There are a lot of patients who register every day. Doctor Li knew his intentions and let him out coldly.

He had to squat at the entrance of the clinic and waited until Dr. Li got off work. Seeing that Dr. Li was about to go out, he stopped with a sprint: "I am a reporter from Jianwen magazine. I want to interview you. Would it be convenient for you?"

He moved out of his former employer's name, and "Insights" focused on reporting social news and was quite influential in China.

Therefore, Dr. Li stopped and looked at him, "What do you want to interview?"

"I want to interview Cheng Youran." Lan Ting realized that Dr. Li was not a patient person, so he went straight to the point. "Five years ago, her mother Wu Xiaoli was your patient."

Doctor Li nodded slightly.

Lan Ting was not surprised. It was hard for anyone to forget her when seeing Youran, although he hated Cheng Youran, but he had to admit it.

He turned on the recorder.

"What I want to know is that her mother was **** off by her into the hospital. Does she have any guilt or regret?" Lan Ting asked.

"Qi into the hospital?"

Doctor Li frowned.

Lan Ting reminded him carefully when his memory was blurred: "It is said that before Cheng Mu died, he did not want to see Cheng Youran."

Before he said anything, Dr. Li waved his hand: "I don't know how you reporters wrote. Cheng Youran is one of the most filial girls I have ever seen."

Filial piety?

Lan Ting is not happy anymore. The Chinese have many wonderful qualities, but unfortunately, Cheng Youran has none of them. Before getting married, she was jealous with female celebrities and had to tie up when she met a male celebrity with a bigger celebrity. Hype.

If she is so filial, then marketing bulletins will not fly all over the sky? The fact is that Lan Ting has never seen a draft about Cheng Youran's mother.

He suspected that Dr. Li had a wrong memory, and couldn't help but said, "Dr. Li, did you remember it wrong?"

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