Qing Wan watched Er Donghao go out blankly.

Er Donghao walked out of the bookstore, did not get into the car, but stood at the door of the bookstore not knowing what he was thinking.

He is tall and handsome, standing there is a beautiful landscape, attracting countless people's attention.

Chu Yingjie and others have been guarding the door of the bookstore. They heard the conversation between the Patriarch and Ms. Fu. When they heard it, they only felt full of questions.

The owner didn't like Miss Fu, they could still tell.

But the Patriarch is special to Miss Fu.

They can also see this.

Having been with the master for many years, Chu Yingjie and others have only seen the master treat Ms. Zhang special, and there is no other person except Ms. Zhang who can be treated like this.

Of course, from their standpoint, Chu Yingjie and others hope that the Patriarch will carry out the special treatment of Miss Fu to the end.

Seeing Er Donghao standing at the door of the bookstore thinking deeply, Chu Yingjie and others dared not speak, but their eyes fell on Er Donghao.

Qing Wan in the shop didn't move. She still sat in the cash register. The boiling water she wanted to make tea was ready. She was thinking about it, but she didn't notice that the water was boiling.

Er Donghao didn't go far, still standing in front of her shop, Qing Wan also watched.

"Am I cheated?"

Qing Wan talked to herself.

Looking at Er Donghao's back with a complicated expression.

It's good that the couple are back, at least it gives them the right to choose again.

She can choose not to marry him, and he can never marry her again.

Two minutes later, Er Donghao turned around and turned into the cake shop next to him.

The eyes of the bodyguards flashed astonishment.

Er Donghao didn't even know what he was doing.

Ever since he had a big dream of life last night, he is still bewildered by those dreams.

Not a fool, of course Er Donghao knew that dreams weren't true, but everything he dreamed of spanned more than 20 years, from the moment he married Fu Qingwan to the moment when he himself was about to die of illness.

The dream is too real.

Standing in the cake shop, Er Donghao's eyes scanned all kinds of breads and cakes. The proprietress of the cake shop looked at him with a patient smile, and asked him warmly: "Which one does Mr. want to buy?" These breads are freshly baked, each is delicious, sir can taste it."

Er Donghao was silent for a moment and asked, "How long does it take to make a cake?"

The proprietress replied with a smile: "It won't take long, half an hour to an hour. Does the husband order now, come over at noon or afternoon, or wait here, I will make it now and give it to the husband?"

Er Donghao was silent again.

The lady boss still looked at him with a smile.

Er Donghao's motorcade parked on the side of this street. He always likes to talk about setting up the field. The entry and exit are crowded by his subordinates. Like the emperor, the luxury motorcade is naturally beyond the reach of few people.

Therefore, as soon as Er Donghao's motorcade stopped, the small merchants and vendors all over the street noticed.

The cake shop is adjacent to Qingwan's bookstore, and she watched Er Donghao enter Qingwan's bookstore.

"Make it now."

When the proprietress looked at Er Donghao, Er Donghao spit out two words coldly.

The proprietress brought a list of cake types and handed it to him, and asked, "Which style do you want to make, and what flavor do you want?"

Er Donghao didn't take the order she handed over, and said coldly: "The style is arbitrary, the taste, and the most expensive one. Can the cake be made larger, can it be made into ten layers?"

The proprietress smiled and said: "Yes, it is okay, but if it is made into ten floors, it can't be done in half an hour."

"How long does it take to make ten layers?"

"At least half a day."

The lady boss replied honestly.

Er Donghao gave a hum and instructed: "I don’t have time to wait here today, so I don’t need to make ten layers. Can I make two or three layers faster? Make a three-layer one. Starting tomorrow, you will help me every day Make a ten-layer cake and send it to the "Golden House" next to you."

Qingwan's bookstore is named "Golden House", which means the house of gold in the book.

Er Donghao thought that the woman's name was too superficial.

Fortunately, she didn't take her son's name.

Uh?

Where's the son?

It's a dream, don't take it seriously.

Er Donghao was upset and felt that all this was brought by Fu Qingwan.

It happened that he was such a hard-hearted person, after having dreams like that all night, he was really kind to Fu Qingwan, and he didn't know what kind of attitude it was.

In short, when he did not sleep well, he was upset to see her in good spirits.

In short, when his motorcade first appeared on this street, he saw with sharp eyes that Huoxu bought food and entered Qingwan's bookstore. After seeing Qingwan, he wanted to find fault.

Still want to... compare the man whose name he doesn't know yet!

The proprietress thought she had heard it wrong, and she repeatedly asked, "Sir, do you say you give Qingwan a 10-layer cake every day?"

The two stores are close to each other. In her free time, the proprietress likes to stop by and gets along well with Qing Wan.

Er Donghao gave her a sideways glance: "Why, worry that I don't have money for it?"

"No, I mean..." How can Qing Wan eat such a big cake, she still delivers it every day.

What kind of background does this man pursue Qing Wan? The shot is much more generous than Mr. Huo.

Everyone knows Er Donghao’s name, from City B, but there are not many people who have met him himself. How can there be a small self-employed person like the owner of a cake shop who runs a small shop and runs a small business? Opportunity to get in touch with the top head of your family?

She has not guessed the identity of Er Donghao.

No one would guess Er Donghao's head.

Er Donghao is the earth emperor of this city, that is high above, how could he appear here? Even if Qing Wan is young and beautiful, as Er Donghao, what kind of beauty hasn't been seen?

How could it be hooked here by Fu Qingwan's beauty.

Er Donghao raised his hand to interrupt what the proprietress wanted to say.

The lady boss quickly changed her words: "Okay, I will do whatever the sir asks me to do. That's the deposit..."

Er Donghao took out his wallet. There was not much cash in his wallet. He had a lot of cash. The wallet was stuffed and uncomfortable in his trouser pocket. So he took out a bank card, handed it to the proprietress, and said in a low voice: "I swipe the card, and just give me a count."

The proprietress accepted the bank card with a smile, turned around and swiped the card, and said with a smile: "If you send it every day, I will charge your husband for one month first. After the end of the month, if the husband continues to send it, the husband will pay again. Money will do."

She used the computer to calculate, and reported a number to Er Donghao.

Er Donghao didn't even frown, he just nodded and motioned to the lady boss to collect the money.

After swiping the card, the proprietress started making cakes while inquiring about gossiping: "Mr. What is your last name? You also like Qing Wan. Qing Wan is a good girl. She is actually rich in her family, but she is still self-reliant. Don't look at her. The bookstore is not big. The No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School and City B Middle School of City B are all not far from here. These three middle schools are one of the key middle schools in our city. The number of students is also large. The shops in these streets, Most of them rely on making student money."

"Qing Wan is beautiful, gentle tempered, mixes well with the students, and her business is better. In short, I think Qing Wan is very good, and her husband has a good eye." The proprietress praised Er Donghao for his good vision.

Er Donghao's mouth twitched.

He is not pursuing Fu Qingwan.

Regardless of the bad ending of Fu Qingwan in the dream, he has no love for Fu Qingwan. Except Zhang Xiao in his heart, it is difficult to accommodate other girls.

I didn't like Qing Wan, but I wanted to give Fu Qingwan a cake. Er Donghao was paying to slap Huo Xu in the face.

The chasing girl actually gave two small cakes. A big man like him who doesn't like desserts, after eating small cakes in two or two bites, he didn't even taste what it was like.

Er Donghao left the boss's wife talking to herself, he just listened to gossip.

Thinking of him in reply, no way.

In fact, Er Donghao didn't know Fu Qingwan in his previous life. He didn't have Qingwan in his eyes, so he naturally didn't bother to understand Qingwan, let alone how many suitors Qingwan had before marrying him.

"Mr. Huo and Qingwan have known each other for the longest time. Mr. Huo is still a classmate of Qingwan's second brother. It can be said that the two of them are very knowledgeable. Mr. Huo is also very considerate to Qingwan. I have also persuaded him. Qing Wan might as well don't pick it up and accept Mr. Huo."