From the capital, he held her in his arms and flew in the clouds. Leaning on the man's chest, looking at the red that appeared from time to time under his feet, feeling the wind blowing against his face, looking up at the bright moon, and brushing his hand against the clouds, Zhou Huiru felt that she was the world
The luckiest woman in the world. Who among other women has had such a fairy-like experience?
All the way back to the small county town. This is their home.
After falling from the balcony, Zhou Huiru exclaimed and found that her clothes had changed back into her previous evening dress. Then her man pounced on her.
Zhou Huiru slumped on the bed helplessly. The man next to her was smoking a cigarette.
This man is ridiculously powerful no matter what he does. Zhou Huiru often thinks that if she were a little weaker, she might not be able to withstand this man's demands. It's so powerful. And she never knows how tired she is. She even feels that if she can bear it
Come on, this man can spend an entire night doing this.
Mysterious, powerful, domineering, cold. What else? Zhou Huiru smiled and added "competent" in her heart.
"How are you planning on the honeymoon? I think you will be too busy after becoming the president, so you won't be able to leave by then, right?"
Zhou Huiru calmed down, stood up, and said with a smile: "How can I not go! I am a little busy, mainly because the company has just started during this period, and many things need to be set up. After I have been busy for a while, I will go
Once I'm on the right track, I'll be free.
Anyway, I am a layman, and if I want to figure everything out, it will be impossible in just three to five years. At the moment, I can only rely on my three smart and capable assistants."
"Then where are you going?"
"I want to go to the Sahara Desert." Zhou Huiru raised her hand enthusiastically, as if to declare, with a bright smile on her face. It was obvious that she had been thinking about this for a long time.
Are you going to spend your honeymoon in this place? Forgive Xue Wusuan's lack of knowledge and education. He has never heard of anyone going to the desert for their honeymoon. Aren't they all places like the Maldives, Saipan, Spain? There are beautiful scenery.
There are also humanities and sentiments. And according to Xue Wusuan's understanding, Zhou Huiru is a woman who likes to look at the sea. Why did she turn around this time and go to a place where there is no water?
Xue Wusuan was curious, but didn't ask. He would take this woman wherever she wanted to go. It was just the desert. It might be extremely difficult for others to go there. But who was he? The majestic and lawless Yama, a monk in the immortal realm, or an immortal.
Going anywhere is not the same ease? Zhou Huiru will not even feel the slightest discomfort.
"Is it okay?" Zhou Huiru hugged Xue Wusuan's arm and asked in a low voice.
"certainly."
"Yeah! I want to be the first woman to spend her honeymoon in the Sahara, the place of death! The first!"
Xue Wusuan curled his lips. This reason was a bit lame, but it was considered to be in line with this woman's character. Silly.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Xue Wusuan returned to the house with soy milk and fried dough sticks, and happened to see Zhou Huiru on the bed clicking her lips a few times, squinting her eyes and slowly opening them.
"Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face and eat!" Xue Wusuan put the things in his hands on the dining table, turned around and yelled into the bedroom.
"oh!"
It was a very ordinary morning. Xue Wusuan was smoking a cigarette and watching Zhou Huiru brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom. During this period, Zhou Huiru still insisted on using toothpaste to wipe Xue Wusuan's face. The result was no surprise, the toothpaste always
It will be blocked by an invisible film.
"Is there a shop selling soy milk and fried dough sticks downstairs?" Zhou Huiru asked in surprise when she saw the breakfast on the table.
"No. I went to the old street to buy it."
"so far?!"
"Take it as a walk. Eat quickly."
For Zhou Huiru, there are two most comfortable ways to relax. First, stay quietly with Xue Wusuan. Second, take Xue Wusuan to go shopping together.
After breakfast, it was a happy time for Zhou Huiru. This woman was very smart and always put the shopping activities that two people needed to do when Xue Wusuan was around. This would bring her greater pleasure.
This time I not only bought clothes, but also a lot of digital products, as well as things like sunscreen. They were all in preparation for my trip to the Sahara in the near future.
Zhou Huiru is not worried about the hardships she will suffer if she goes to the desert. Her man is a monk who can hold her in the clouds and fly across thousands of kilometers in half an hour. What does a mere desert mean?
Late in the afternoon, Zhou Huiru's phone rang. She picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to Xue Wusuan.
The call was from Jian Chen.
"Xue, you came back very quickly this time. Newlyweds are different, hahahaha!"
"Bye."
"No. I just got off the plane and I'm on my way to your house. I'll probably be there in an hour. Do you want to make an appointment?"
"What are you doing here?" Xue Wusuan asked teasingly.
"Nonsense! If I don't come, will you just hook up with those bull-nosed people at Zhongnan Mountain Gate?"
"Just asking you, aren't you a bull nose yourself?"
"I won't bullshit you. In the car behind me are Ma Weicheng, the master of the Zhongnan Mountain Gate, and Ma Tianhao, the man you met in the capital. They are not familiar with them, so I will follow you as an introduction. By the way, Mr. Xue, you
Can you tell me a little bit about what kind of business you want to do with Zhongnanshanmen? We are so familiar with each other, and you can’t just think about others when something good happens, right?"
"Let's talk about it at my house. I'm afraid I'll scare you."
"Shit."
"Hang up." After saying these two words, Xue Wusuan actually hung up the phone. He smiled and thought, "I'll see old man Jian Chen's tangled look later."
Dinner was cooked by Zhou Huiru. As per the old rules, two meat and vegetables, one soup, and a pot of wine.
Just as they started eating, there was a knock on the door. The door Zhou Huiru went to open was none other than Jian Chen, Guo Tianjian, Ma Tianhao and an old man he had never seen before. It must be the person from Zhongnan Mountain Gate whom Jian Chen mentioned on the phone.
The owner of the door is Ma Weicheng.
Xue Wusuan had heard of Ma Weicheng, but today was the first time he saw him.
The guests came. Xue Wusuan did not have the awareness to entertain guests as he should. He asked Zhou Huiru to get a few wine glasses, put them on the table, and fill them up. This meant replacing tea with wine. But he and Zhou Huiru continued to eat dinner.
I don’t mean to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks to others.
"Hey, boy Xue, we haven't eaten either, can't you be more generous?"
"You can't drink this wine, so I'll treat you to a taste. My wife cooked the food, so you won't get a share."
"Can't drink? What kind of wine?"
"Good wine. One glass per person. If you drink too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."
Jian Chen was the most rude. Knowing that Xue Wusuan was not joking, he quickly picked up the wine glass in his hand, which was only a little over one or two in total, and took a small sip. His eyes suddenly bulged. He felt a warm current flowing down his throat.
When it went down, it was like a burning fire in the abdomen. The pain came immediately. Before he could cry out, he understood the benefits of this wine.
This wine can actually strengthen his physical body?! It can also strengthen the true energy in his body?! Is there such a good thing in the world?
"Tian Jian, drink quickly. But be careful, this wine is very strong, don't make me look embarrassed!" Jian Chen knew this was good stuff, so he whispered to Guo Tianjian beside him.
When Ma Weicheng and Ma Tianhao on the side saw this, they were no longer polite and imitated Jian Chen's example and took a sip.
Ma Tianhao, who was not mentally prepared, and whose determination was far inferior to Jian Chen and Ma Weicheng, immediately screamed. However, after screaming, he knew what was going on, and he held the wine glass with his face red and his eyes shining, unwilling to put it down.