Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

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After living together for a week, Pei Huai hasn't enjoyed his girlfriend's loving breakfast yet, but how to use each function plate of that Internet celebrity multi-function pot...he already knows it like the back of his hand!

Today is the seventh day since he made breakfast for Su Ji.

Seven days without repeating the same.

Today at nine o'clock, Pei's has a high-level summary meeting.

It's 6:30 in the morning, and what I want to make for my girlfriend today is coconut chicken soup, black pepper cowboy ribs, and boiled water spinach.

The old hen that had just flown in twenty minutes ago was just big enough to feed two people.

One hour, three courses.

There is an elegant aroma from the kitchen.

The prepared food is put into the insulation cover.

The man took off his apron with one hand, as rigorous as a surgeon who just finished an operation.

The kitchen was the same as last time, as clean as if it hadn't been used at all.

He told Aunt Gong to let Su Ji taste it when she woke up, and then started preparing things for the group meeting.

A vlog version of the busy daily life of a non-typical CEO boyfriend.

Regardless of whether the Pei family or the Pei Group knew about this scene, they would definitely think that he was taken away by someone.

Even the aunt Gong was stunned for a moment, and put the seven-page notebook full of floral patterns into the pocket of her apron.

Very good, today I learned three dishes from the third young master! !

Pei Huai made breakfast for the first two days because he felt sorry for Su Ji who was tired at night, but later... Later he developed an interest for no reason.

It may be that he is too familiar with his girlfriend's taste. Su Ji is very appreciative of the things he makes, and he eats more than usual breakfast made by other people, and sometimes even eats them all.

He feels a sense of accomplishment every day when he comes home and sees the empty plates.

This is what he has pursued for thousands of years, and finally his heart is no longer empty.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the meeting ends.

Pei Huai breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned the first button of his neckline with one hand, held a few documents hanging by his side, got up and left the conference room.

Anyone can tell that although their president has been in a hurry in the morning recently, his complexion is so good that the naked eye can see it!

The grassroots employees are still knocking on the wood and their president's CP. "The King's Man (Pei's Modern Edition)" has been serialized in the work group for five years, but the senior executives know that Miss Su is the empress.

Pei Huai stepped into the elevator, followed carefully by several high-level executives, and waited for the elevator to start running to the top floor that their president had pressed, and then proceeded to the floor he wanted to get off in a regular manner.

The elevator reached the top floor first, and with a "ding", the elevator door opened, and the senior executives nodded respectfully. The moment Pei Huai stepped out of the elevator, his footsteps stopped slightly.

"You..." He seemed to think of something, and tilted his head slightly, "Do you have any favorite bento dishes? Need some inspiration, if you have any, send me WeChat."

His plan is to cook a few different dishes for Su Ji every morning.

"Bento?" The high-level executives looked at each other, and after a while, their expressions became meaningful, "President, you should be talking about... the wife's bento, right?"

Beloved Wife Bento: It is generally understood as a bento made for a beloved wife, but in the understanding of President Pei Da, it is a bento made for his beloved wife.

"Yes," he replied.

The senior executives showed their uncles and smiled.

"Of course, I will send it to you in a while!"

Even if not, they will immediately ask their wives when they go back.

"Thank you," Pei Huai said as he stepped out of the elevator.

"President, Miss Su makes you a wife's bento every day, right?" Before the elevator doors closed, a senior executive poked his head out and asked playfully.

Pei Huai followed his ears and responded, "Well, I make it for her every day."

The elevator doors closed, and the senior executives discussed with smiles.

"Did you hear that, no wonder the president looks so good recently, he gives Miss Su every day..."

"..."

Halfway through the conversation, the voice stopped abruptly.

Several senior executives in the elevator stared at each other at the same time.

no.

Did they hear it wrong...or did the president say something wrong? ?

It wasn't Ms. Su who made the wife's bento for the president, but the president! Do it for Miss Su every day? ?

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Back in the office, the documents were thrown back on the table, and Pei Huai sat down with a heavy waist.

He took out his cell phone from his trousers pocket, and it just vibrated.

It was sent by Bian Tong in the Philippines.

Pei Huai raised his eyebrows. If he knew it was him, he wouldn't have taken out his phone so quickly.

Bian Tong found a very beautiful piece of jade in the Philippines, which is very suitable for carving bracelets. It will be auctioned in a few days, and asked him if Brother Huai was interested.

Pei Huai kept one hand in his pocket, pinched the phone with the other, and tapped on the screen with his slender fingers.

╬妹氵隹鎶gゆ: Help me take pictures and remit the money to you.

╬妹氵隹鎶gゆ: Her previous jade bracelet was broken, so she just had to make a new one.

After the two messages were sent, Shaoqing was quiet over there.

Lawyer Bian: Broken? ? how bad ?

There are four question marks in one sentence, which is shocking.

Pei Huai remembered what Su Ji had told him.

Press your finger on the screen a few times, delete, and then continue typing.

A minute later, he sent a sentence.

╬妹氵隹鎶gゆ: You also made her previous jade bracelet?

This seemingly ordinary chatting question made Bian Tong feel as if he was strangled to death!

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

...

Pei Huai received an email on the computer, and then picked up the phone. It has been ten minutes, but Bian Tong hasn't replied a word.

He directly called Bian Tong.

It is very expensive to receive international long-distance calls in the Philippines, but Bian Tong only dared to hesitate for a few seconds when he called from Brother Huai, and finally picked up the call before hanging up.

Pei Huai got straight to the point, showed his cards directly, and asked him about his past.

It's Brother Huai's style of doing things.

But Bian Tong still wanted to struggle again, mainly because he didn't know how and when he revealed himself.

Is it Brother Huai's neighbor, the researcher surnamed Wang?

It shouldn't be, the people over there haven't found him yet.

But except him...

Bian Tong only thought of one person.

"Brother Huai," Bian Tong said with a mocking tone, "how could such a bizarre thing happen? The bracelet is an antique thousands of years ago, so how could it be me who made it? Then I won't be an old man." monster?"

"You are an old monster," Pei Huai said bluntly.

"..."

Listen, it's outrageous to say this from his brother Huai's mouth!

Bian Tong's head was covered with sweat, the temperature in F Philippines was as high as thirty-nine degrees today, but no matter how hot the sun was, it was not as hot as his brother Huai's torture.

He wiped his sweat, "Miss Su said it? You don't really believe it, do you?"

Pei Huai's tone was clear, "As long as she says it, I will believe it."

Bian Tong, "..."

It seems that this time it is really impossible to escape.

He gradually restrained his joking expression, and remained silent for a few seconds. This time, he spoke in an obviously serious tone, "Brother, what do you want to know, I will tell you when I return to China..."

A dark look flashed in Pei Huai's long eyes.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."