So Qing Huan became the so-called "married woman" inexplicably. Chen Leng could see that she was very resistant, so he didn't touch her. The two of them slept separately at night. Qing Huan felt that this person was good-looking and capable, but he couldn't understand people. She made a call to Xie Yiyi, and did not say anything about her encounter with a severely ill patient. She only said that she had something to do. When she met again, she would tell her and ask her to find someone to accompany her if she was afraid. Xie Yiyi believed her very much and didn't ask anything.

Chen Leng doesn't usually go to work often, and he spends most of his time eating, drinking, and having fun. Of course, I don’t say that very well. In fact, he is a very elegant man, he is very particular about what he does. He just woke up the next morning and was shocked by the group of people in front of him before he had time to wash. After asking, I realized that it was the team that Chen Leng had brought to her to take care of her skin care and maintenance. The dressing table in the room was quickly filled with various bottles and cans, and Qing Huan's head was big when he saw it.

She doesn't need these things for her beauty. If she wants to put on makeup, won't she snap her fingers to get it done? And she doesn't like products made in the modern world. Look at that posture, as if she didn't need to brush her teeth by herself.

In addition to this, there are more exaggerated. Not a star, but also has an exclusive modeling team, and a teacher of etiquette, a teacher of tea ceremony and a piano teacher... Qing Huan is almost suffocating. She really likes to study, but she doesn't like being driven off the shelves. If she wants to change, it is her own business. Does Chen Leng think she is playing with a doll?

Besides, the time of her existence can no longer be measured by numbers. What hasn't she enjoyed or done? These so-called teachers who corrected her etiquette and taught piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even came to a hundred, it was hard to expect her to recite.

So what is Chen Leng trying to make? The so-called "marriage" does not come from both parties. After forcing her to change her as he wants, no wonder Xie Yiyi feels suffocated and depressed, even with extreme enjoyment. Xie Yiyi wanted to commit suicide in the luxurious life.

Qinghuan still knows that these so-called high-end teams and teachers criticize Xie Yiyi for nothing. Even though Xie Yiyi has been studying hard, they still feel that she is not worthy of the young master, and think Xie Yiyi is mediocre and ignorant, so it is very Look down on her. Obviously he was employed by others, and he dared to write disdain on his face, so Xie Yiyi was timid, right?

Xie Yiyi and Chen Leng have been married for less than two years.

It's better to resist.

Qing Huan sat lazily on the bed, Ji Guang licked her fingers affectionately, and waited until her skin care team had arranged the piles of bottles and cans, and the styling team filled the cloakroom, Qing Huan took a look at it. Oh, there are so many clothes, she likes this one. Although she is not human, she is also beautiful.

It’s just that it’s impossible for her to sit down in front of the mirror and let them do things, and Qinghuan is not a fool. The so-called charming woman at the head of the skin care team is obviously jealous when she sees the fire in her eyes. Hate her into Chen Leng's eyes, and became the Mrs. Chen who was robbed by everyone!

The etiquette teacher has been standing aside looking at her, and seeing Qinghuan lying on the bed, still casual and relaxed, he said: "Madam, your posture is very bad now, please sit up immediately and put your hands on your knees. ."

In fact, although Qinghuan is casual, she is still elegant and arbitrary, and even her movements are noble. But it is not the same as the template in the heart of the etiquette teacher, so she has to correct it.

Ji Guang meowed, thinking, my master, the emperor dowager, has never been the savior, the etiquette is naturally first-class, impeccable, you dare to blame the master.

Turning his head to show his sharp teeth towards the etiquette teacher. The etiquette teacher was obviously taken aback, and said quickly, "Master doesn't like cats, cats and dogs. Please hand over the cat, Madam. I can send it to the pet center or find it to be adopted."

In that tone and attitude, there is no respect for Qing Huan as a lady, and he speaks in a kind tone of kindness. In the eyes of this etiquette teacher, Qing Huan was able to marry the young master, that was a blessing that she had cultivated in her eight lifetimes. Of course, she should unconditionally obey their arrangements in order to please the young master.

These women think so, they feel that Qinghuan is not even worthy of them to teach!

Qing Huan glanced at her indifferently, and she was only wearing silk pajamas of good quality—in fact, she didn't like the color of the pajamas, but she still wore them. Ji Guang saw his master's expression at the moment, and made a weak meow. Two cute claws covered his eyes and did not dare to look, oh oh oh, the master wanted to make a move.

"This... the etiquette teacher is right. Your spine is not well grown, so whenever you try to look at people with your nostrils, you are very rude, like a great ape. The long skirt you wear today is pretty good. It’s good-looking, but when a real lady walks around, the skirt doesn’t move. I saw your ankle when you just stood up. Also, don’t show your teeth when you smile, your teeth may be a bit crooked , So every time you smile, you will **** your mouth. I suggest you go and check it. Maybe you have a wisdom tooth that you should pull out."

It is rare for her to say so many words at once, but her tone is very gentle when she speaks.

The etiquette teacher was completely stunned by what she said. She is a very famous teacher. Many wealthy people in the upper class are vying to ask her to train their daughters or daughters-in-law, but this woman dares—she hates. He glared at Qing Huan and wanted to put it down. Who knew Qing Huan said again: "Don't be angry. When you get angry, your nostrils move and look very mean. I don't think you are suitable for etiquette teacher, suitable for acupuncture."

The etiquette teacher ran away in tears.

Qinghuan looked forward to the skin care team that had prepared a lot of skin care products such as essence, eye cream, lotion and so on. As the saying goes, catching the thief first catching the king, she directly said to the headed woman who was about 30 years old: "Are you forty years old?"

"What?!" The woman who thinks she is very well maintained screamed: "Others say I look only thirty years old! And I am only thirty-five this year!"

"Skin care products can't make you rejuvenate, let alone make you younger, but keep you in your best condition. Haven't you noticed that you have wrinkles on your face? Although your makeup is very good It's thick, but I can still see it. If you take a photo in the mirror, you will find that your eyeballs are very turbid. You only pay attention to eyelids, not white eyes?"

The woman glared at Qing Huan and found that Qing Huan's eyes were bright and energetic, and they were very clean in black and white. He looked at Qinghuan's skin with a very critical look. It can be broken by blowing, and it is slippery like fat. It is more delicate than baby's skin. Where does it need to be maintained?

Finally, Qing Huan turned to look at the styling team holding the black long skirt in his hand: "You still need to reduce the weight and increase the **** and refine the muscle tightness in an instant, so that the clothes look good. Don't wear short skirts with o-shaped legs. Come on, it looks like a slingshot."

...

It broke up in a rush.

Qing Huan picked a cheongsam from the cloakroom and put it on. She herself was an ancient person. Any retro clothes that could not be worn by others seemed to be tailor-made for her.

After everything was settled, she twisted her long hair loosely in a bun, and hung two coquettish strands on both sides of her cheeks, and went out holding Jiguang.

The servant at the door took her to the dining room. It was a long way from the bedroom to the dining room... There were a lot of bodyguards along the way, Qinghuan did not squint, her rugged figure and noble and elegant figure seemed to be walking away from the painting. Come out in general.

Better than beautiful, who has she lost to?

At this moment, Chen Leng was sitting at the main seat and reading the newspaper, and when he saw Qinghuan coming, he motioned to her to sit down, and the butler immediately asked her to bring breakfast. The long dining table was filled with food in an instant, and Qinghuan casually asked the servant beside him to serve a bowl of rose porridge.

Chen Leng folded the newspaper, lifted it slightly, and the butler quickly took it. Chen Leng looked at Qing Huan with a flat voice: "You have driven away all the people I ordered to take care of you."

"I didn't drive them, they left by themselves." Qing Huan didn't even look at Chen Leng, but heard him say: "You shouldn't be like this. You can become a qualified Mrs. Chen after their service and teaching. "

"Oh, isn't it?" Qing Huan pushed aside the bowl of moderate temperature porridge in front of him. Under the dumbfounded of the servants and bodyguards around, he walked in front of Chen Leng in front of them, stretched out his arms and hugged him from behind. He asked in a soft voice on his neck, "Then, what do you think is wrong with me? Do you need them to teach me? Am I not as beautiful as them, or do I know better without them? Do you want to be a wife or a baby when you marry me? If it’s the latter, just sign the divorce agreement now."

Chen Leng was absent for a few seconds. Indeed, in terms of beauty and temperament, no one has won her. When I saw her for the first time yesterday morning, she was like a fairy, not stained with dust. "I have read your information. You have no higher education."

"Oh, so what?" Qing Huan began to find Chen Leng's personality interesting. He looked noble and indifferent, but he was actually a rigid man. "If you want me to go to a Ph.D., can I grow flowers on my head? If you really want a highly educated wife, you don't have to choose me. Since you have chosen me, don't try to change me."

Chen Leng met such a person for the first time in his life. He dared to reject him, ignored him, didn't like him and didn't want to get close to him, and even expressed disgust and disapproval of his favors and arrangements. He couldn't understand Qing Huan: "So, don't you want to learn anything?"

"You care about me. I do what I like. You don't have to cram so many people around me, and it looks annoying."

At this time, Qing Huan hooked his finger, and Ji Guang, who had been sitting on the table, happily stepped on the small meat cushion and came over.