The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

I remembered that Mu Wanqing had no idea at this moment.

Ye Yuchen squinted his narrow phoenix eyes suddenly, and asked, "You don't understand the meaning of life assistant?"

Mu Wanqing's heart sank downward.

But she soon lit up her eyes again and straightened her body, "Then...is there a salary increase?"

She only wants money now, and everything else is floating clouds.

Besides, kissing the man she loves is not a loss at all, and she has made a lot of money!

"It doesn't matter if there is no salary increase!"

Mu Wanqing caught a glimpse of the threat in Ye Yuchen's eyes, and immediately took the words back.

She turned around, picked up the pineapple rice she had made, held it in her hands and handed it to Ye Yuchen, "A bowl of rice, two hundred thousand!"

Ye Yuchen: "..."

Rose Garden’s sky-high pineapple rice?

He twitched the corners of his eyes twice and glanced down at the poorly-selling pineapple rice. He couldn't believe that the rich aroma came from here.

The skill of cutting pineapple is totally unworthy of the fragrance of rice.

"Who gave you the confidence?" Ye Yuchen slipped his hands into his pockets, and did not take the pineapple rice.

Mu Wanqin raised her small face, pursed her small mouth, and pleaded, "Will you try...Although I'm very poor at knife and can't make a plate, the meal is absolutely delicious!"

To be honest, she can only cook pineapple rice.

And she has never made it for others, so she doesn't care about the appearance, as long as it is delicious, it is ojbk!

"How much does it cost to taste a bite?"

Mu Wanqing smiled like a flower, "Ten thousand?"

Ye Yuchen: "..."

He was just ridiculing her, but the woman really calculated a price for him in a serious manner!

"Look for Steward Pan to get the money." Ye Yuchen took out a hand, took the pineapple rice, and turned and left.

Mu Wanqing immediately compared a scissor hand to declare victory, and then followed up with small steps.

"Ye Yuchen, then I will cook for you every day, okay? Three meals of pineapple rice, one meal 200,000, 600,000 a day, I will cook it for you for five days!"

With this little abacus, Mu Wanqing felt happy.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yuchen's money is so good that he can pay his father's medical bills only after five days of cooking!

Ye Yuchen squinted at Wan Qing, "You only do this?"

Thinking of eating fifteen consecutive meals of pineapple rice, he felt that his mouth was a little sour.

"Yes." Mu Wanqing nodded solemnly.

She really only cooks pineapple rice, and she learned it temporarily when she participated in the school's food competition in high school.

Ye Yuchen: "..."

He ignored Mu Wanqing no longer, sat at the dining table, picked up the cutlery preciously, and tasted the meal elegantly.

The pineapple is fragrant and refreshing, the heat is excellent, and it is indeed delicious.

"You want three million, what do you do?" After eating, Ye Yuchen wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, put down the tableware and got up.

Three-month salary is 3 million, and 15 pineapple rice is also 3 million. She seems to only need 3 million.

At this time, Mu Wanqing was still standing at the dining table.

She watched with excitement as he cleaned up every grain of rice, feeling that her craft was recognized by picky men!

"Does the boss pay such a generous salary?" Mu Wanqing curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I tell you, it costs a lot of money to prostitute!"

She gave the reason, believe it or not, it doesn't matter to her.

"Oh, is it?" Ye Yuchen sneered.

He suddenly approached Mu Wanqing, pinched her chin, and lifted it up, "Come to my room tonight and I will prostitute you. If I am satisfied, I will give you three million in the morning."