President’s Contract Wife

"Alright then!" In the end, Butler Bai compromised. He couldn't see Muzixi's pleading eyes, so he chose to compromise. Hope, the young master won't blame him.

"However, Doctor Qiu must accompany you." Finally, Butler Bai pushed the hot potato into Qiu Wanqing's hands.

This Qiu Wanqing is really too much. So, let him taste the taste of his own evil.

Muzixi was completely happy now. Butler Bai agreed, so she didn't have anything to stop her. It's really good, she can finally see Cheng Haotian. I don't know how he is now, is he busy, how is his cold?

"Butler Bai, you're so kind!" Muzixi jumped for joy, smiled gratefully at Butler Bai, and then walked quickly into the room.

She is going to cook soup for Cheng Haotian, as soon as the soup is ready, she can go to see him.

She made the soup by herself. She didn't ask others to help, although others wanted to help, but she said that this was her business, and she wanted to make the best and most caring soup for the young master. So the others compromised.

In the end, only Qiu Wanqing looked at Muzixi who was busy in the kitchen without saying anything, just stood there smiling.

He felt that Muzixi was very beautiful at this time, with the feeling of a housewife, but it was the most attractive to men. Such a little woman, her own condition is just right, but she has to take care of other people, she is really kind.

Since she wanted to do it, of course he wouldn't stop her.

Proper exercise for pregnant women is also very good, and there is no harm.

Anyway, you don't need to squat down to make soup, so there is no danger at all.

"Doctor Qiu, do you think it's better for this soup to be salty or light?" Muzixi asked Qiu Wanqing when he saw that the soup was almost ready. During the period, she was picking up the cover and putting it on the desk.

The smog was lingering, and Muzixi was in the smog, concentrating on seeing how the soup was cooking.

"Of course it's better to be lighter." Qiu Wanqing replied without thinking. This patient should drink lightly, what a simple question.

Maybe Muzixi didn't know Cheng Haotian's taste, maybe she didn't know the patient's attention, in short, she asked a rather stupid question. However, he knew that if Cheng Haotian knew, he would be very happy.

Lighten up?

However, it seems that he likes his drink salty.

In the end, Muzixi chose the light one, because the doctor had already spoken, and she thought it was very reliable. There is nothing wrong with listening to the doctor at any time.

After finally cooking the soup and putting it in a lunch box, she took the lunch box and left by car with Qiu Wanqing.

When this soup was in the palm of his hand, Muzixi's heart was filled with sweetness. This soup is made for him, and I don't know if he likes it or not. However, after he drank the soup, she was very satisfied. There is a piece of her heart in the soup, and he will definitely know it.

Qiu Wanqing saw Muzixi with a sweet face like a little woman through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous. This girl is so pure and kind, Cheng Haotian should really take good care of it.

The car was driving fast, but Muzixi still felt that it was slow. She was worried that the soup in her hand would become cold and it would not taste good. She wants to give him hot soup, then he will know that her heart is also warm, and then he will feel happier.

But why hasn't it arrived yet.

"How long is it?" Muzixi asked again and again.

The black line on Qiu Wanqing's head in front, did this woman treat him as a clock? It's only been a few minutes, and she has asked several times.

However, he had to answer, and he could understand Muzixi's anxiety.

"It's coming soon." Qiu Wanqing replied casually, but turned the speed of the car a little faster.

This woman is going to drive him crazy. He really can't take it anymore, so hurry up and give it to Cheng Haotian, let him enjoy the delicious soup!

Finally, the car stopped in front of the Zhetian Group's office building, and a man and a woman got out of the car, and the woman was holding a lunch box.

The two hurried through the hall and were about to go upstairs. The receptionist in the hall saw the two behaving strangely, so he stopped them responsibly and asked.

"What do you do?" the receptionist asked.

Are these two people delivering food? But, it's too blatant! Moreover, this time is not the time to eat at all!

Besides, the two of them walked up directly without saying hello, which was really weird.

"We are delivering soup to the president." Qiu Wanqing replied.

He had been here before, but he had never seen the receptionist. Maybe the receptionist was new and didn't know him, so he stopped them.

The receptionist still didn't believe it. She had never met Qiu Wanqing, so naturally she had never seen Muzixi. Now seeing a woman with a big belly come to deliver soup to the CEO, she finds it a bit unbelievable. Who is this woman, and why is she giving soup to the president?

It can't be that there is any attempt!

"Who are you, why do you send soup to the president?" the receptionist wanted to break the casserole and asked.

She saw that the behavior of the two was unknown, so she felt strange. Coupled with her already relatively gossip, she naturally refused to let go of this good opportunity for gossip.

Qiu Wanqing felt a little helpless looking at the receptionist, who knew that he was stopped by a little girl in the lobby, it was really unreasonable. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and didn't bother to explain anything to the newcomer.

"You call the president's secretary and say that Qiu Wanqing is here, and she will tell you." Finally, Qiu Wanqing uttered such a sentence.

He didn't want to explain too much, it would be better to ask the receptionist to ask someone.

Besides, the receptionist was also responsible, and he could understand that. It's just that explaining is more troublesome. Especially if she explained it, she might not believe it.

The receptionist dubiously went to call the president's secretary.

Although she was a gossip, she did not dare to neglect important people. Perhaps these two people were really important people.

As soon as the phone was connected, she immediately became nervous. These two are indeed the president's friends.

"Yes, yes, I see." The receptionist finished talking on the phone nervously, then walked up to Qiu Wanqing and Mu Zixi, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the two are friends of the president, you Please follow me, and I will take you to the president's office."

Muzixi's grip on the lunch box at the back finally loosened a bit, and she followed the two to the elevator entrance.

The waiter's attitude was much better. When she saw the lunch box in Muzixi's hand, she planned to take it for her, but Muzixi didn't let the waiter take it. She thought it would be better for her to hold it herself. Hopefully, the soup is still hot.

The elevator quickly arrived at the floor of the president's office, and the three of them got out of the elevator together, and then went directly to the door of the president's office.

After arriving at the door, the waiter said a little nervously: "I will send the two of you here, and I will go down. I will see you when I have a chance."

She doesn't have the right to see the president yet, so it's better to leave early.

After the waiter finished speaking, he left without even looking back. Muzixi looked at the back of the waiter leaving, feeling a little strange. The waiter seems to be very afraid of seeing Cheng Haotian. Is he very scary in the company?

However, she had no time to think about so many questions.

The door of the office is closed tightly. Muzixi is a little excited when he thinks that Cheng Haotian is behind the door. She was about to see him, so nervous. Although they haven't seen each other for a few days, she misses him so much that she can't sleep well in the middle of the night because she misses him.

Qiu Wanqing looked at Muzixi behind him, with a smile on her face, she seemed to be a lot more nervous about the upcoming meeting.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, only to hear Cheng Haotian's ice-like voice in the room: "Who?"

Cheng Haotian seems to be busy with work, so he doesn't like other people to disturb him. I don't know, some blind person at the door is bothering him again, making him unable to work with peace of mind.

He was holding a new contract in his hand and was thinking about the terms of the contract. He hated being disturbed the most now.

Hearing his familiar voice, Muzixi just felt her heart beat a lot faster. It was him, he was in the room, so nervous. She felt that her heartbeat was about to come out of her throat.

"Me!" Qiu Wanqing replied in a lazy voice.

When Cheng Haotian heard his voice, he said in a soft voice, "the door is not locked."

It turned out to be Qiu Wanqing, and I don't know why he came. However, it might be related to Muzixi. That's why he let Qiu Wanqing in, otherwise, he wouldn't let Qiu Wanqing in to disturb his work.

He still didn't look up at his profile, and didn't feel that there were two people in the room. Muzixi and Qiu Wanqing had already opened the door and walked in one after the other.

Saw him, finally saw him.

Muzixi looked at Cheng Haotian, as if he could never get enough of it. His lips were already chapped, with a lot of white skin on them, and he was still coughing constantly, looking uncomfortable, but after coughing, he continued to read the documents without changing his expression.

What was it that made him look at it so carefully?

She felt a little distressed, so she ran to him without thinking about anything, grabbed his information and put it aside.

The information in his hand was suddenly caught, and Cheng Haotian was a little angry: "Qiu Wanqing, you..."

He looked up and saw Muzixi's distressed face, so he swallowed the rest of the words.

How could it be Muzixi? Why did she come? He didn't hear her footsteps just now.

Looking at the back, Qiu Wanqing helplessly spread his hands, indicating that he had worked hard, but Muzixi still insisted on coming, and he was powerless to stop him.

"You have such a serious cold, what information do you need to read, Doctor Qiu, help him see the doctor, what's wrong?"

What Muzixi said was plausible, her eyes were full of distress, and the chapped lips were infinitely magnified in her eyes, which made her extremely worried. She didn't know why his body was like this.

Feeling her little overbearing, it was the first time that Cheng Haotian didn't say anything to refute, but accepted it obediently. This made Qiu Wanqing feel incredible.

It's really not easy for Cheng Haotian to not refute.

Cheng Haotian knew that she really loved him and cared about him, so he allowed her to be domineering. He didn't expect that Muzixi would come over and make him put down his work in such a domineering manner. She seemed to be getting bolder and bolder.

However, no matter how he changes, he seems to like Muzixi, no matter what kind of her she is, he likes her.

Muzixi pulls Cheng Haotian to Qiu Wanqing and asks him to receive a diagnosis.