Volume 1, Chapter 47, My dear, am I a tyrant in your eyes?
Qiao Yin has been in Shanshui Garden for two months, and except for Si Yao, she has not invited any friends to her home.
Wen Suhe was always worried that she would be led astray after getting to know outsiders.
"Okay, can I invite Yaoyao?"
"Of course." Wen Suhe stroked her wrist with his fingertips, his eyes gentle, "Tell her to dress up nicely, there's a single handsome guy here tonight."
Qiao Yin's eyes gradually brightened.
Hey!
Did Wen Suhe suddenly like being a matchmaker?
Having introduced someone else to a date before, the Chen family probably still wants to make trouble for Wen Suhe now.
But he didn’t dare to come to Shanshui Garden, and Qiao Yin was not sure about the situation at the company.
When Qiao Yin sent this message to Si Yao, Si Yao was still asleep.
I slept until noon and saw Qiao Yin's message. I let out a sharp cry, then quickly got up to take a shower, wash my hair, and put on makeup.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the gate of the landscape courtyard opened and luxury cars drove in one after another.
The landscape courtyard has fresh air and beautiful environment, making it very suitable for holding parties.
The servants were busy.
At this moment, Qiao Yin was sitting on Wen Suhe's lap. Wen Suhe had one hand on her waist and the other hand was holding the pink mouse and pulling it down.
She was wrong.
She shouldn't have sneaked out during the nap and was caught by her dear husband.
My husband discovered my summer homework document.
Wen Suhe read ten lines at a glance and soon found out that he was the tyrant and she was the favorite concubine.
In this 20,000-word novel, the tyrant committed many crimes. Even his favorite concubine was snatched from someone else. She was originally the wife of his younger brother. In order to make his concubine worry-free, he also exiled her family.
Wen Suhe finished reading the novel with a gloomy face, "Am I such a hateful person in your eyes?"
"This is a novel, the tyrant, not you." Qiao Yin explained.
"Emperor Wen."
"Your last name is Wen. I was thinking of you when I wrote it, so I wrote your last name." Qiao Yin pursed her lips and looked at him tenderly with her sparkling almond eyes. "If you don't like it, change it to something else, such as Emperor of the Li Dynasty, Emperor of the Zhao Dynasty, or Emperor of the Qian Dynasty."
"I'll change it now."
Qiao Yin tried to grab the mouse pitifully, but Wen Suhe's slender fingers covered it and he refused to let him.
“You won’t let me change…”
"No need to change it. I'm very happy to leave a mark in Guaibao's heart. I'm just dissatisfied with the content of the novel." Wen Suhe slid the mouse. "You are the only one favored by the harem, and you help outsiders to harm me. You beat me when you are a little unhappy. I am an emperor, and I let you beat me. How much do I love you? You have no conscience."
"sorry."
Qiao Yin was too lazy to struggle.
When she wrote it, she did think of Wen Suhe as a tyrant.
Wen Suhe was so angry that his chest hurt, "You wrote me to death, are you in a good mood?"
"Well, no, right~"
"I was just finishing my summer homework and an idea suddenly occurred to me. This is for the professor, not for you."
Qiao Yin's voice became lower and lower.
"Then let me ask you, what is the theme of your article?"
Why does a dad-type boyfriend have to work part-time as a teacher and give advice?
"The theme is to be a wise ruler, not a tyrant. Tyranny is unacceptable and will be overthrown." Qiao Yin smiled, "Husband, don't learn from the tyrant in the movie~"
"My dear, you wrote it based on me."
"I hope you can correct it."
"What should I change?"
The two looked at each other, one was cold and the other was delicate and soft. The one with her fate held by the throat sat on his lap, unable to escape, and could only look at him dryly.
The voice for rescuing Qiao Yin came from outside.
Butler Zhou: "Master, Madam, Master Xie and Madam, as well as Master Yang and Miss Si are all here."
Qiao Yin's eyes lit up, "Let's go downstairs to receive the guests."
Wen Suhe slowly turned off the computer and said, "I'll talk to you tonight."
Finished!
Why don't we drink some wine tonight and pretend to be drunk?
Escaping is shameful, but useful.
Qiao Yin took Wen Suhe's arm and went downstairs. The skirt she wore in the morning had been torn by Wen Suhe during the lunch break.
She is now wearing a French purple long skirt that reaches her ankles. When guests come, Wen Suhe, who is extremely possessive, is reluctant to let others look at his wife any more, so he covers her up as much as possible.
"Loving someone is like growing flowers. My sister-in-law is becoming more and more beautiful!" Yang Yunting praised happily.
Qiao Yin glanced at Wen Suhe, who had a cold expression beside him, and asked, "Isn't he getting more and more handsome?"
"Handsome! He's already handsome! He doesn't need to be more handsome after getting a wife."
"You don't understand. The husband's face is the wife's glory. If we become ugly, our wives will dislike us." Xie Guansheng answered first, "I'll let you taste my cooking tonight. All the students who go abroad are great chefs when they come back."
"Thank you, brother!"
Yang Yunting has wanted to try it for a long time.
Xie Guansheng was very stingy and only did it for Yan Qing.
If Wen Suhe hadn't suddenly come up with the idea of organizing a small party, they would have had no chance at all.
The servants had already set up the place: a white dining table with a white porcelain vase filled with champagne roses, and even lights hung on the tree nearby. There were also a few cute rabbit lights on the green lawn that would light up as soon as it got dark in the evening.
The electric cooking pot, charcoal fire, ingredients, seasonings, fruits, drinks and snacks are all ready.
Xie Guansheng took the position of chef, and Yan Qing stood behind him to tie his apron.
"Wow, that's sweet."
Wen Suhe peeled lychees for Qiao Yin slowly and looked at her calmly, "Aren't the lychees sweet when I peel them for you?"
"sweet."
The man next to him was obviously angry.
Why is he jealous of everything?
"You don't have to peel it. I won't eat it." Qiao Yin stood up and said, "I'm going to sit with Yaoyao."
Wen Suhe crushed the lychee in his hand.
Qiao Yin was frightened.
Take a look.
She didn't write it wrong.
Wen Suhe is a tyrant.
What's wrong with lychees?
"Change position."
There was no way Wen Suhe would let Qiao Yin leave his side, so he had to change positions.
Si Yao was so moved. She didn't know any of the other people. Finally, Qiao Yin came to her and she could chat with him.
The two best friends' heads came together instantly.
Wen Suhe continued to peel the lychees, patiently removing the cores, then washed them again with pure water, put them in a cup, added soaked jasmine flowers, a little lemon, and a little bit of rock sugar, and a cup of lychee jasmine was ready.
There is one and only one cup.
Wen Suhe inserted a straw and placed it in front of Qiao Yin.
"Wow, Mr. Wen can also make drinks!"
Wen Suhe's gaze fell on Qiao Yin's profile, his cold eyes hiding expectations.
Qiao Yin drank a few sips obediently, "It's delicious, husband, you are amazing, so great!"
Wen Suhe's expression turned from gloomy to sunny, "I haven't eaten yet, drink less."
"Uh-huh."
Si Yao was stunned.
Is it true that President Wen is so easy to please?
But did Wen Suhe lie to her?
Where is the handsome guy you promised me?
Although the guy named Yang opposite is quite handsome, he pales in comparison to Wen Suhe and Xie Guansheng.
People are afraid of comparison.
Si Yao was eating grapes in frustration when suddenly the sound of a car was heard outside.
Someone is coming.
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