President's Sweet Wife

A faint smile appeared on Feng Ziyan's face. If there really was no misunderstanding, then he wouldn't have been forced back by the old man today. In order to prevent himself from becoming a vassal of the Feng family, he, who had worked outside for three years, needed to rest.

"So what if it's a misunderstanding?"

"You, are just being stubborn. Just a moment ago, you weren't willing to allow others to hurt her, and instead pretended to not care about her. Women are born with a need for pain, be careful not to disappoint her too much, she will leave you. "

"Nope."

Feng Ziyan hung up without waiting for a response.

Lu Qingzhou woke up in a big bed alone in the morning. With Feng Ziyan by her side, she slept exceptionally comfortably. As soon as she was dressed, she took the milk and bread upstairs. She noticed that there was a key in the breakfast tray.

"Sister Xia, is my daughter gone?"

Even though he already knew the answer, he still couldn't help but ask. Sister Xia nodded. "Miss, the young master told me to bring you breakfast in the future. He also said that you must drink a glass of milk and eat an egg every morning. The young master also left a car key saying that you should stop taking the bus in the future and drive yourself to school."

Lu Qingzhou was speechless. When did Feng Ziyan become so meticulous? But why give her the car keys? She was used to hitchhiking to school every day, but she still relied on the monthly living expenses that were given to her by her beauty. If she couldn't earn money, she wouldn't go overboard.

"Sister Xia, the oil is very expensive …"

"Young mistress, this was the young master's order."

Lu Qingzhou helplessly picked up the key to finish the breakfast. As he looked at the departing figure of Sister Xia, Lu Qingzhou felt like a piece of trash. He even wanted to give her breakfast to eat.

She got up and walked to the study room, preparing to pack her schoolbag to go to school. Seeing that her schoolbag was also neatly packed, Lu Qingzhou slightly frowned. She had once told her sister-in-law not to touch her things. Lu Qingzhou reached out and picked up his bag, only to find that there was a sticky note stuck on the bag.

"You are not allowed to show an expression of recognition when meeting me outside, and you are also not allowed to let others know that you are my wife."

He had warned her time and time again that she was happy about his concern for her, but she never thought that he was afraid that others would find out about her identity.

She gently tore off the sticky note. There was a trash can beside the desk, but she didn't throw it in. Instead, she carefully put it in her notebook and pressed on it.

The notebook was a very old model. It was over ten years old. It contained everything related to her beauty. There were notes, photos she had taken secretly, and even leaves she had picked up years ago. All of them were her memories.

"Miss, it's 7: 45."

The voice of the Xia Sister-in-Law came through the corridor and into her ears. Lu Qingzhou quickly put the notebook back on the shelf, picked up his bag and ran downstairs.

"Miss, the shoelaces are gone."

Sister Xia was anxious to follow her, stamping her feet. There was a white Volkswagen Beetle parked in front of the door, and it was very small and exquisite, just right for her to drive. She opened the door. The leather interior, the little pendant, were all new. The interior was of the pink department, suitable for a young girl of her age.

Although there were a lot of students driving to school, but a girl with her temperament that was compatible with the car, coupled with the fact that she had angered Director Feng at the selection yesterday, the news of her movie being released had already spread throughout Z University. At this time, the name Lu Qingzhou had already become known to everyone.

Shen Miaomiao looked at Lu Qingzhou who had just stepped out of the car and made a 'tsk tsk' sound.

"And you still say it has nothing to do with Feng Ziyan? Look, I've even bought you a car."

Shen Miaomiao drove to school when she was in high school, so a car was nothing special to her. However, Lu Qingzhou's departure was quite strange. She was famous for being an unmarried woman. She was rich and unwilling to spend them.

"I must give him money."

Lu Qingzhou's face flushed, forcefully explaining what she said that even ghosts would not believe. Shen Mio rolled her eyes and directly dragged her to the notice board. The list of candidates for yesterday's selection was posted on the notice board. Shen Miaomiao pointed at the huge "Lu Qingzhou" written on it.