Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

"Madam, what kind of bag do you like?" The clerk saw at a glance that the two were rich or expensive, and they surrounded them with enthusiasm.

Cheng Youran looked familiar with the back of the woman in front of her, as if it was Su Ruan, she walked up.

"What's up with her?"

President Liu and Su Ruan turned their backs to the door, so they didn't notice the arrival of Lu Zixiao and Cheng Youran, and they talked to themselves.

"She was very fake. She said that she came back because she loved acting. She almost cried. Who didn't know that Lu Zixiao was going to divorce her. The director said that the interview quality was poor and there were no hot spots, and I was annoyed to death. NS."

Su Ruan said sarcastically, she picked a platinum bag, then turned to ask Mr. Liu and smiled sweetly: "Do you think this looks good?"

Turning her head, she saw Cheng Youran and Lu Zixiao. She immediately reacted and her expression turned pale: "Mr. Lu, Sister Youran? What a coincidence."

Didn’t Lu Zixiao and Cheng Youran agree to divorce? How can you still go shopping together?

Cheng Youran whispered blankly: "Yes, it's a coincidence."

If she didn't bump into Su Ruan, she still didn't know that this person was in front of her, and her answer was a joke in the eyes of others.

"Yo, President Lu."

Mr. Liu quickly handed out his business card: "My surname is Liu, who is doing export trade, hello, hello."

Lu Zixiao took the business card, raised his eyebrows, and quickly understood what was going on, he asked with a chuckle: "Mr. Liu, this is your... lover?"

Mr. Liu calmly glanced at Cheng Youran, who had an ugly face, and waved his hand quickly, denying: "Hey, just a friend, I just dropped in on the way and I drove her. Isn't it a coincidence."

Who is Lu Zixiao? He took over his father's logistics company at the age of 16, and he was a must-have. It is said that he took a group of mercenaries to do arms business in East Africa.

He was with Su Ruan for fun, not for trouble.

Su Ruan unwillingly put the platinum bag on the shelf: "Yes, my friend, President Liu will not recognize me as a friend in the future."

But Lu Zixiao ignored Su Ruan at all, instead looked around and asked Xiang Cheng Youran, "What kind of bag do you like?"

This stopped Cheng Youran's question.

Speaking of which, she really didn't have much research on luxury goods. At best, she could clearly distinguish their brands. This time she entered the store just to make a fresh look. She had no choice but to answer: "It's good-looking."

"Madam, our bags are all pretty." The clerk took Cheng Youran's hand affectionately.

"Then it's all necessary." Lu Zixiao said indifferently.

A young clerk pointed to the crocodile bag and kindly reminded: "Sir, this bag costs 800,000 yuan."

"I'm talking about everything."

Lu Zixiao said lightly, never thinking about how much impact this sentence would cause.

"Okay! Sir."

Several shop assistants smiled on their faces, and began to pack eagerly. Their gazes looking at Lu Zixiao were shining. If Cheng Youran were not by their side, they could immediately pounce on Lu Zixiao.

The clerk's eyes were too hot, and Lu Zixiao frowned slightly. He usually doesn't like newmoney's style. He just felt that the expression on Cheng Youran's face was a little sad when he heard the words.

He glanced at Su Ruan lightly, he always looked at strangers like that.

But from Su Ruan's point of view, this look was lofty and arrogant, stabbing her self-esteem.

She bit her lower lip. Is money so great?

After Lu Zixiao paid the money and asked the clerk to deliver the bag to the villa in Yihuan, he said to the stunned Cheng Youran: "Let's go, Mrs. Lu?"

Hearing Lu Zixiao's words, Cheng Youran recovered and sighed quietly. Money can really do whatever he wants.

"What else do you want to buy?"

When the two left the store, Lu Zixiao walked in front with long legs and stopped to ask.

"Gone."

Cheng Youran wondered how much it would cost Lu Zixiao to make dozens of TV shows to earn, right? Maybe it's not enough.

She was thinking about not paying attention for a while, and bumped into Lu Zixiao's back.

Lu Zixiao frowned and turned around, and took Cheng Youran away with disgust: "In public, don't throw in your arms."

Cheng Youran: ......Is it such a use for throwing arms and sending hugs?

They walked to the elevator, and the car stopped in the parking lot next to the elevator.

After getting in the car, Cheng Youran turned on the phone, and she glanced at Lu Zixiao calmly. People like him must demand the best atmosphere and taste, and maybe the ingredients must be green and pollution-free.

She carefully selected a barbecue shop with the best atmosphere and the highest rating. She showed Lu Zixiao, and Lu Zixiao hummed indifferently.

"Sir, madam, here it is."

Cheng Youran opened the car door and saw that Lu Zixiao stood still. She asked strangely, "You won't go down?"

Lu Zixiao used his laptop to send emails. He slightly closed his hand to the laptop and raised his chin slightly. The cold light was sharp and sharp on his face. He said naturally, "How can I go to a place where the per capita consumption is less than 500 yuan."

"You, pack it back."

Cheng Youran: Have a barbecue, co-author, and idol baggage?

Cheng Youran let out a murky breath, she leaned against the opened car door: "Okay, what would you like to eat, Brother Lu?"

Lu Zixiao raised his eyebrows, apparently very useful to this name, he put his chin on his hand, ready to speak.

Cheng Youran saw that Lu Zixiao's mouth was a little uncomfortable, and she immediately said: "You can't have a copy of it, people can't do it in the shop."

Lu Zixiao tapped his chin with his index finger. He really wanted to have one. He glanced at Cheng You Ran's wrinkled face and uttered a few words: "Watch it."

"Okay, Brother Lu."

Cheng Youran responded quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just stepping out of the car door, when she was about to walk towards the barbecue restaurant on the second floor, Lu Zixiao stopped her: "Wait."

Cheng Youran turned her head, the night wind blew on her face, her hair swaying like ink, she tucked her hair, her eyes gleaming like broken stars.

Lu Zixiao's eyes darkened.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Youran was a little bit cold when the wind blew, she shrank her shoulders unconsciously.

Lu Zixiao frowned and threw her own suit: "Put it on."

Cheng Youran hurriedly took over the suit, exuding a faint smell of vegetation. She draped it on her shoulders, feeling that Lu Zixiao was arrogant, but still very human.

But then Lu Zixiao's words broke her mind.

"I thought about it for a while. With your eyes, I'm afraid I can't point out any good things. You ordered the most expensive ones." Lu Zixiao's tone was relaxed.

"Any comment?"

Lu Zixiao looked up at her, her narrow eyes revealing a trace of exploration.

"I'll go."

Stepping on high heels, wearing Dior's little red dress, and wearing handmade Italian clothes, Cheng Youran stepped into the firework bridgehead barbecue.

"Miss, what do you want to order?" The boss sweated profusely in front of the back kitchen and the front desk. He didn't recognize Cheng Youran's outfit at all, and just greeted him like an ordinary customer.

"Leek, bean skins, potatoes, vetch skins, one for one, and ten for barbecue." Cheng Youran looked at the densely packed menu with a little pain in her eyes, "Boss, what's the most expensive dish in your place?"

This is the first time that the boss has seen such a proud guest. He put down his pen at the front desk and said tactfully: "Our seafood here is all fished by the sea. It is fresh and expensive."

Seafood, no matter the store, the price of fresh and large is high, ranging from dozens to thousands of them.

"Is there two hundred yuan?"

Cheng Youran asked.

"Two hundred are small goods. Look at the lobsters. The thieves are fresh. Three thousand up." The boss was amused by her. "Miss, you can take your time. Don't get out of this door."

"Great, come ten."

Cheng Youran estimated that the meal cost 30,000 yuan, and Lu Zixiao couldn't say anything no matter how critical he was: "Swipe your card."

Boss: Damn it! Local tycoon!

His tone immediately changed three hundred and sixty degrees, leaning slightly, and cautiously asked: "Miss, what special requirements do you have for taste?"

"You can make any taste in the store!"

The boss looked at Cheng Youran's expression hesitantly, and immediately added.

Cheng Youran thought for a while. Lu Zixiao, a native of the East China Sea, who studied in the UK, should have a lighter taste. If it is too spicy, she may not be able to stand it. She replied, "Slightly spicy is fine."

"Hey, look." A man in the corner bumped the arm of another man with long hair. "Does that person look like the heroine of your script?"

The long-haired middle-aged man raised his head and drank a can of beer, and looked at Cheng Youran drunkly. A glamorous woman in a suit and red skirt swaying in the wind is especially eye-catching in the pyrotechnic barbecue restaurant.

He was stunned suddenly, like, so alike.

He almost stood up, but after seeing the woman's face...