Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

In the afternoon, Cheng Youran was a little tired from playing games. The maid rubbed her shoulders and looked up at the gossip forum.

—— "The Mystery of Li Zhichen's Broken Leg"

The poster discussed the possibility of Li Zhichen's death from multiple aspects such as geography, weather, and material allocation, which is less than 1.8%, but this happened.

The host vowed to say that there must be a conspiracy.

She felt that it made sense, and then read the post, and found that the post was more and more illusory. The father and son fell in love with the same woman, just like the original poster advertised under the post.

——Welcome everyone to come to Dark Green to watch my full-length series "The Disabled President: Doing Your Best"

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

She let out a sigh of relief, closed the post, and returned to the forum homepage. When she saw the news that Gu Yao appeared in "Twenty-Four Hours of Madness", the hand pulling the screen paused.

Before she had time to think about it, there was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy, she looked at the door: "Please come in."

Fang Liuyun walked in with the file, a half-high-necked shirt with a skirt of the same color, which looked dignified and elegant, with the charm of a mature woman.

Cheng Youran's interest immediately shifted from Gu Yao to Fang Liuyun. She coughed: "You and Secretary Gao yesterday--"

Cheng Youran didn't say anything, Fang Liuyun held the file to his chest and smiled: "I just watched a movie. He is younger than me. I always look at him as a junior."

She stroked the broken hair in her ears: "I will pay more attention to words and deeds in the future, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings and annoy you and Mr. Lu."

Cheng Youran hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry."

After all, Lu Zixiao wanted to marry Gao Qiao.

As soon as she waved her hand, the phone fell to the ground, she bent over to pick up the phone, and it happened that there was a new message on Weibo, and she opened it easily.

——Yu Shuang, the editor-in-chief of Few, paid attention to her.

She couldn't help being stunned.

Yu Shuang can be said to be the soul of "Few" magazine. At that time, "Few" first entered China and sales were sluggish. She was the first to use a mainland actress to shoot the cover, and sales increased by leaps and bounds.

To this day, "Few" still ranks first among the five major publications.

"what happened?"

Fang Liuyun asked softly.

"Yu Shuang pays attention to me."

Cheng Youran swallowed his throat.

Fang Liuyun quickly linked Yu Shuang to her identity and nodded: "She is the editor-in-chief of a magazine. Isn't it very common to have a good relationship with celebrities?"

It's hard to find a copy of the five major journals, but the editor-in-chief is not so cold, they are all long-sleeved, good dancers in the circle, so she is not surprised.

This is the truth.

Not in the process, I still couldn't help but hold a trace of expectation: "You said she wanted to ask me on the cover?"

Fang Liuyun was obviously taken aback by what she said, and he thoughtfully said: "If I walk on the road and look at someone more, it doesn't mean I am interested in him, right?"

Very euphemistic.

Cheng Youran could not refute.

She just felt that this time was too coincidental. She clicked on her Weibo homepage and was surprised. After the photo incident, the number of fans not only did not decrease, but increased by more than 10 million, reaching 32 million.

This growth rate feels like...a fake fan.

She tentatively posted a Weibo.

[Cheng Youran] The weather is really nice

A very watery Weibo.

After a while, she discovered that there were more than a thousand comments, seven or eight times the original number.

[Ran Ran Little Angel] Oh, oh, oh, you finally showed up, I was worried about you for a long time, the past is over, we will protect you in the future

[Rainbow fart full score] In the future, whoever will say that the language is not good, I will be anxious, the weather is really good not only describes the sunny weather in the afternoon, but also conveys a peaceful state of mind, wonderful, wonderful

[Bing Kuole] A new fan, I hope my sister will be happy TAT

[Publicity Committee Member of the Support Club] Please add a group upstairs and verify the fans

They seem to be true fans.

Cheng Youran was a little surprised. She originally only hoped to minimize the negative impact, but she did not expect to bring her many fans.

"I went to Yuncheng to record "Extreme Survival" at 5:30 the day after tomorrow. The promotion of "Shared Life" will begin next week. It will take more than ten cities to go to the city.

Fang Liuyun opened the document and told her about the itinerary for this month.

Cheng Youran sighed. She had to take time to attend classes in Beijing, and she was busy again.

Suddenly, Fang Liuyun's phone rang.

She turned on the phone.

-An unfamiliar number.

"Come on."

Cheng Youran raised her chin at her.

Fang Liuyun nodded, walked to the window, and answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

"Hello, Manager Fang, I'm Yu Shuang from "Few" and I want to invite You Ran to shoot the cover next week."

On the other end of the phone, there was a cold female voice.

She really guessed it.

Fang Liuyun suddenly laughed, and she quickly realized her gaffe: "Sorry."

...

Cheng Youran looked at the fan comments, and almost half an hour passed without knowing it. What's more terrifying is that Fang Liuyun hasn't returned yet.

She was very puzzled.

She put her hands on her head and waited for a few more minutes before Fang Liuyun walked over with her mobile phone. The expression on her face was particularly vivid: "You guessed it."

"Guess what?"

Cheng Youran carefully thought about today's conversation. She seemed to say that "Few" might ask her to shoot the cover.

But this is unlikely.

""Few" invites you to take the cover of next week. After discussing it, the time is set for tomorrow morning." Fang Liuyun smiled.

Cheng Youran stood up directly from the chair, her eyes were a bit tangled.

Fang Liuyun asked: "Are you too surprised?"

Cheng Youran shook his head.

Fang Liuyun asked again in confusion: "What is that?"

Cheng Youran touched her chin: "Do you want me to go out and buy lottery tickets now?"

Fang Liuyun: "...I'll continue to tell you the schedule."

She said it absent-mindedly, which was an unimaginable mistake for her, purely because of a guess in her heart.

Fashion magazines are naturally closely related to luxury brands. In order to be on the cover of the top five magazines, in addition to having a large enough position, there is another point that needs to be supported by the brand.

But Cheng Youran has not endorsed any luxury brand.

After hearing the arrangement, Cheng Youran decided to enjoy her few vacations, and then...played a game.

It was almost before going to bed that she suddenly remembered whether she should read the "Few" magazine, but the latest electronic magazine was not searched online.

You can go out and buy it, but it's troublesome. Next to the mansion, there is no such thing as a newsstand.

Lu Zixiao hasn't come back yet...

She hesitated for a while, then dialed Lu Zixiao's phone.

Just after the meeting, Lu Zixiao and a few uncles walked into the elevator, and they couldn't help complaining.

"Big brother, what does he mean, is he trying to take us up?"

"For so many years, we have been doing things for the group, but an ocean shipping company sent us away?"

"Ziu Xiao, we all grew up watching you. You know who your second uncle is. He has been working hard in the group for the rest of his life. Your father asked me to go back to take care of me. I am unwilling."

Lu Zixiao listened quietly, waiting for them to speak before he spoke, without any smile in his eyes.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He wanted to hang up, but he glanced at his name.

Miss him?

He pressed the answer, his eyebrows curled, and his voice asked softly: "What's the matter? I'm still in the company."

The other people in the elevator looked shocked. Is this Lu Zixiao who they know?

Only Gao Qiao showed his usual expression.

Used to it.

He put his hand on his lips and coughed.

Lu Zixiao waited for a minute, then the person on the other end of the phone whispered, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What's busy?"

Lu Zixiao raised his eyebrows.

"Buy a magazine and call it "Few" and it will be sold at the newsstand."

Lu Zixiao was silent for a while, and asked, "Nothing?"

"Why don't you bring me a bottle of Coke?"

Lu Zixiao hung up the phone.

The others were inexplicably relieved, this is the Lu Zixiao they are familiar with.

In contrast, they suddenly felt that Lu Zixiao was polite to him, at least he didn't leave without saying a word, and the anger that had been ignored disappeared without a trace.

The elevator has arrived.

The door opened slowly, and Lu Zixiao stepped out of the elevator: "I want a controlling stake in commercial real estate."

Some people took a sigh of relief, but no one refused. They didn't want to go to the shipping company to provide for the elderly. They just couldn't help but... the pain.

"Dududu—"

There was a busy tone from Cheng Youran's phone, and the look on her face was indescribable. She had thought about how Lu Zixiao would persuade him to refuse her.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zixiao hung up the phone directly.

She sent Feng Tiantian WeChat.

[Cheng Youran] He hung up on my phone

[Feng Tiantian]...Have you broken with him yet?

[Feng Tiantian] Like you... Ah, the passion comes and goes fast. I saw the male protagonist when I was filming "Special Forces of the Republic of China", and I was together that day

[Cheng Youran] And then

[Feng Tiantian] It’s divided, he rolls his eyes at the end when he sees me, oh, and then his double eyelids are rebuilt

[Cheng Youran] Then I think he is pretty good

Sure enough, people are social (climbing) **** (comparative) animals.

Thinking of Feng Tiantian, Cheng Youran felt that it was not so unbearable for Lu Zixiao to hang her phone.

She lay on the bed, yawned, fell asleep in a daze, half-wake and half-dreaming, feeling that someone had put a quilt on her.

She kicked away.

Cover it again.

Kicked away again.

Repeated many times.

The man seemed to raise his eyebrows, and said lowly: "Let me spoil you."

...

It must be a dream.

When Cheng Youran woke up the next day, she found a copy of "Few" on the bedside and a can of Coke. She just thought of getting up to pick up the magazine and found that she was held tightly by a man's hand around her waist.

Not a dream!

She turned her head, Lu Zixiao opened a pair of phoenix eyes, there was still sleepiness on her handsome face, and her voice was low and hoarse: "Good morning, Cheng Youran."

Cheng Youran's gaze shifted from his face to his completely naked chest, realizing a certain possibility, she hurriedly rolled her head, her face quickly turned red, pretending to be calm and asked: "What happened to us yesterday?"

"What else can happen?"

Lu Zixiao said casually.

"But--"

Cheng Youran pondered the wording.

Lu Zixiao lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on his clothes, slowly fastened the buttons, and lazily said: "You just assume that we have slept."

What does it mean when we slept? Can you be more rigorous?

Cheng Youran felt a little complicated.

Before she had finished digesting this sentence, Lu Zixiao walked to Cheng Youran's side and bowed, raised his eyebrows, and lazily said, "You are not at a loss anyway."

Cheng Youran whispered: "Loss, why not, you are thirty."

Slap--

His face was caught off guard by being covered with "Few", and the man's voice was gentle and gentle: "Hey, read your magazine carefully. No one thinks you are dumb."

Cheng Youran:...I thought I was ridiculing if I changed my tone of voice QWQ

…………

She kept seeing it at nine o'clock in the morning, then gently swept a layer of light makeup, and stepped into the "Few" building accompanied by Fang Liuyun.

Yu Shuang waited at the entrance of the building.

She has a typical Jiangnan appearance, with an oval face, curved eyebrows and apricot eyes. Seeing Cheng Youran, she politely stretched out her hand: "Hello, I am Yu Shuang."

"Editor-in-chief, hello."

Cheng Youran smiled and stretched out his hand.

Yu Shuang took her into the building, pressed the elevator, and suddenly asked, "Have you read our magazine?"

Cheng Youran replied: "I have only watched one issue."

Ding Dong——

The elevator arrived, and the two walked into the elevator. Yu Shuang said softly, "You are quite honest."

She thinks she didn't see the wrong person.

Is there any girl star who hasn't read it before, always said that her favorite magazine is "Few", which is boring.

On the twenty-third floor, the elevator door opened.

A long-haired man walked in an English dress with a water snake waist: "Editor-in-chief, you can count it."

His gaze stopped on Cheng Youran: "Is she Cheng Youran?"

Cheng Youran nodded at him politely.

"It's not much better than A Qing."

He casually moved: "Trouble the superstar to come over, I'll make you styling."

Yu Shuang frowned, "Ye Huai, work is work."

"I know~"

Ye Huai cast a wink at Yu Shuang.

"He has a bad temper." Yu Shuang said helplessly to Cheng Youran, "Excuse me, please."

Cheng Youran didn't say a word.

She didn't tell Yu Shuang that her temper... actually wasn't very good either.

Like now...

She sat on the chair and let Ye Huai put her makeup on.

"Can you stop blinking your eyes? How can I draw your eyeliner when you move?" Ye Huai's voice was impatient.

"Don't paint if you can't paint."

Cheng Youran spoke lightly.

In an instant, the entire dressing room was quiet, an intern looked at Cheng Youran and couldn't help but yelled hello.

Ye Huai, who relies on his skill and is a good friend with the editor-in-chief, can grow his eyes to the sky.

After his bad temper spread, the actress who came to take pictures knew that he had a bad temper and wouldn't say anything more. She became even more bizarre.

"Do you think I have poor skills, or do you look down on "Few", this small groundbreaking ground, not worthy of your worth?"

Ye Huai laughed angrily. It stands to reason that Cheng Youran's coffee position is impossible to be singled. She doesn't know how to be grateful, and she still feels too disgusted. Which actress didn't come here?

Partial Cheng Youran is different from others.

Cheng Youran raised her eyes and looked at Ye Huai in the mirror: "I really think your skills are poor."

Her styling team is all top in the world. Ye Huai's level may be pretty good in China, but she doesn't see it enough in her eyes.

"I don't melt anymore."

Ye Huai threw the eyeliner on the makeup table and gave Cheng Youran a sneer: "You can go with a good technique."

Such a short time.

He didn't believe that Cheng Youran could find something better than him.

After speaking, he opened the door and left.

-Only a bang is left.

The intern was a little flustered, but she didn't expect that the matter would be so violent. She walked to Cheng Youran worriedly and summoned the courage to say: "Sister Youran, time is running out. Why should I draw for you?"

"It's not necessary, but thank you anyway."

Cheng Youran smiled at her, Fang Liuyun was already on the phone.

After a while, Ye Zhinan came with an assistant. She glanced at the clothes and immediately determined her makeup and hair in her heart.

The intern looked at Ye Zhinan somewhat familiar, but didn't know where to meet her for a while, so he had to observe her techniques from the sidelines.

She had a curious attitude. Although Ye Huai had a bad temper, he had nothing to say about his skills, otherwise it would not be possible to stay in "Few" for so long.

But the more she watched, the more shocked she finally knew why Cheng Youran said that Ye Huai's skills were poor, because compared with this person, his skills were really poor.

There was a flash of inspiration in her mind, she took out her mobile phone and searched, only to find out that this person is not Ye Zhinan.

——Characters in textbooks.

Cheng Youran is already pretty, coupled with Ye Zhinan's design, Chanel's classic smoking suit, with very thin waist, curly hair **** lazily, revealing stunning features.

She couldn't help holding her breath, it was too beautiful.

…………

In the editor-in-chief's room, Yu Shuang's complexion can be said to be very bad. She coldly said to Ye Huai: "You must either go there or pack up your stuff and resign."

Ye Huai leaned on the desk and took out the mirror he carried to take a look at his face: "She thinks I have poor skills, what am I doing in the past?"

He knows the level of the people in the dressing room very well, and he gloats to think that next week's cover will be the worst in history.

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