Yang Ruobing knew that he was very thick-skinned, but to be so shameless was an eye-opener for her.
"Honey, come on! Kiss me? Don't talk!"
"..."
Yang Ruobing was speechless. After a moment, she slowly asked: "I want to ask you something?"
"What's the matter?"
"Are you helping me behind the 'skin care mask' matter?" Yang Ruobing asked seriously.
"Um? You want to know?"
"right!"
"Kiss me! I'll tell you!"
"..."
Yang Ruobing reached out and grabbed the pillow hard, feeling an urge to hit someone in her heart.
Seeing her turn her face to one side, she said coldly: "If you don't say anything, forget it!"
"Why don't you ask? Yes! It's me!"
"Why?"
"Kiss me! I'll tell you!"
"Yi Zihao! Go to hell!"
Yang Ruobing finally couldn't help it anymore, grabbed the soft pillow and threw it directly at Ye Zihao.
"Ouch! Someone murdered my husband! Help!"
Ye Zihao pretended to be in pain and shouted loudly.
"boring!"
Yang Ruobing threw away the pillow, curled her lips, and sat down.
"Honey! You've finished the beating, so it's time to kiss me, right?" Ye Zihao said very frivolously.
"Not in the mood, let's talk about it later!"
"Rubbing? Regret?"
"Don't you know that the biggest constant in women is their fickleness?"
Yang Ruobing crossed her arms over her chest, and her cold yet charming aura had an indescribable charm.
"You...you are cruel!"
Ye Zihao pointed with his fingers for a long time before struggling to squeeze out a sentence.
"good!"
Yang Ruobing smiled slightly, especially when she saw Ye Zihao's suppressed expression, she felt an indescribable joy in her heart.
Although his beautiful wife did not kiss him, Ye Zihao knew that there was a long way to go and he would always have the opportunity to "counterattack" in the future.
Therefore, he didn't care about anything.
At this time, he thought of something and asked: "By the way! Wife, have you ever considered opening your own factory to produce new whitening products?"
"Open your own factory?"
"Yes! You always represent other people's brands, which is not conducive to the development of the company. What if you are cheated again in the future?" Ye Zihao advised.
"I know, but to open a factory, you need funds, a factory building, and more importantly, a recipe."
Yang Ruobing explained.
"Formula? I have a Chinese medicine formula for beauty and whitening! And it's pure Chinese medicine, without any side effects."
Yang Ruobing was surprised, stared at him seriously, and asked: "Oh? Where did you get the formula?"
"Heirloom!"
Ye Zihao started to cheat. Of course he would not tell his wife that he was the 9th generation successor of the Medical Saint Sect.
After all, he doesn't want to involve too much of his past. Since he is determined to retire, he can just live a good life.
"Oh? Let me try it. If it works well, I will open a factory even if it requires a bank loan."
As a businessman, Yang Ruobing knows that there is a huge market for women's whitening.
There is no shortage of market, but there is a shortage of effective products.
"Wait a moment! I'll go to the pharmacy to get some medicine!"
After that, Ye Zihao drove Yang Ruobing's Audi Q7 and left the villa.
About 30 minutes later, Ye Zihao came back from the pharmacy and saw a bag of medicinal materials in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, this fellow began to pour the previously ground medicinal powder into a bowl in different proportions, and added some medicinal ingredients.
After he stirred it evenly, the medicinal powder in the bowl turned into a paste, with a faint fragrance exuding.
“Such a fresh smell.”
Yang Ruobing sniffed, and her expression couldn't help but surprise, "What kind of medicine is this?"
"Bring your hand, I'll apply the medicinal powder to your hand." Ye Zihao ordered.
Yang Ruobing nodded, then stretched out her slender white palm, and Ye Zihao stretched out his hand to hold it. It felt soft and boneless, with a delicate touch and delicate skin.
This guy even secretly scratched it with his palm a few times.
"Crack!"
"Be serious!"
Yang Ruobing lightly hit his hand and stared at him.
Being caught on the spot, Ye Zihao was inevitably a little embarrassed, "Hey! My wife's hands are so slippery."
"Vulgar!"
"..."
Ye Zihao shrugged and didn't say anything. Then, he used a spoon to spread the medicinal powder evenly on the back of Yang Ruobing's hand.
Suddenly, a cool feeling seeped into her skin, as if alcohol was evaporating from her skin.
"Eh? That's interesting!"
There was a hint of surprise on Yang Ruobing's pretty face.
"The more interesting things are to come!"
Ye Zihao was full of confidence. As expected, not long after, the medicinal powder began to condense and turned into a mask.
About 20 minutes later, Ye Zihao pulled off the makeshift mask and said with a proud face: "Honey! How is the effect?"
"This...this is amazing!"
Yang Ruobing couldn't believe her eyes, because comparing the back of her left and right hands, the skin on the back of the hand where she had just applied the mask was obviously much whiter.
"Isn't this medicine expensive?"
“The cost is only a few dozen yuan!”
"A few dozen dollars?"
As a businessman, Yang Ruobing immediately discovered a huge business opportunity. A facial mask with such obvious effects costs at least a few hundred yuan on the market, and there is still half of it left in the bowl.
In other words, 3 or 4 facial masks can be made from medicated powder costing dozens of yuan.
This profit difference is truly astonishing.
"Honey! Are you confident about opening the factory this time?" Ye Zihao teased.
"have!"
Yang Ruobing nodded. How could she let go of such a good business opportunity? Then she said: "Our company has very little liquidity. If we make a new investment, it will probably cost a lot. I heard that there are several skin care products companies in Jiangcheng City recently."
It's on the verge of bankruptcy and is going to be auctioned, so I thought we should go take a look."
"Listen to you!"
"By the way! What did you do before? You have great kung fu, and you also know how to heal?"
Yang Ruobing looked at Ye Zihao seriously, and she began to feel that she could not understand her nominal husband more and more.
"You want to know?"
"nonsense!"
"Kiss me and I'll tell...Hey! Wife, where are you going? I haven't finished speaking yet."
In the middle of Ye Zihao's words, he found that Yang Ruobing stood up straight and walked upstairs with the medicinal powder.
"It's a pity that I threw away this powder when I was making a facial mask!"
"By the way! Can you lend me your Q7 tomorrow night to show off?" Ye Zihao suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Are you going on a date?"
Yang Ruobing paused because Zhao Ying was talking about having an appointment with Ye Zihao in the office today, and she vaguely heard something inside.
Although Ye Zihao had a fake marriage with her, she felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart after hearing about it.
"What's wrong? You object? Didn't we agree at the beginning? Not to interfere with the private lives of both parties."
"The car keys are in the drawer!"
Yang Ruobing had no expression on her face, and then walked straight to the room, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.
As for why this is the case, even she herself can't figure it out.
Looking at Yang Ruobing's slightly disappointed figure, Ye Zihao scratched his head and murmured to himself: "I was fine just now, why am I angry all of a sudden? A woman's heart is indeed a needle in the sea! Damn it!"