Shen Yanshu proposed to Xihe after the company went public.
With gemstones, diamond rings and roses, Xihe knelt down on one knee to propose in front of many people.
Xihe:? ? ?
They have been married for how many years, and they still care about this?
"Qingqing, will you marry me?"
Shen Yanshu looked at her dreamily.
Xihe felt that he was really too much, but he was very pleased with it and took it reservedly: "I am willing."
Then they kissed as the crowd cheered.
Afterwards, a grand wedding was held, and many classmates and Shen Yanshu's business partners were invited. Li Yun and Wang Jun also came, as well as Gao Zhou and others.
According to Zhang Ying, Li Yun and Wang Jun got together on and off, and finally got married.
But based on Xihe's observation, the two seemed to be inseparable, and their lives seemed to be unsatisfactory.
"Are you tired?"
Seeing her stop, Shen Yanshu immediately asked.
Xihe shook his head and started to toast after him. Neither of them had family members. Well, she originally called Mother Wei, but when she heard it was her, Mother Wei hung up the phone.
She once asked people to go back and inquire, and found out that they were doing well now and had even bought a house in the city.
Although Wei Yang is naughty, he is still obedient.
Since they didn't want to contact them, Xihe didn't bother them.
"Mr. Shen, congratulations."
Mr. Liang smiled brightly. He had just found out that Mr. Shen and his wife were childhood sweethearts. People like this who have not forgotten their roots during their rapid career are the most secure to cooperate with.
Originally, he was still hesitant about whether to cooperate with Shen Yanshu.
After all, 'Mingyan' is a new company. Although it has been listed on the market, its time is still short and the investment risk is still quite high.
But after seeing the two of them loving each other, Mr. Liang decided to take a chance.
"Thank you, Mr. Liang, for taking the time to come over. I'd like to toast you."
Shen Yanshu drank a glass of wine without hesitation. He was in good health anyway.
For a time, the guests and hosts were in harmony, and the whole wedding banquet was lively.
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After getting married, Shen Yanshu protected Xihe even more closely.
He now has plenty of time, free money, and good health. Except for the work he has to do in the company, he usually revolves around Xihe.
It's a real one that's afraid of breaking if you hold it in your hand, but it's good to hold it in your mouth...it's good to hold it in your mouth.
"Qingqing, can you not go to work?"
Looking at Xiao Yanshu who was still energetic, Shen Yanshu looked depressed.
Xihe subconsciously said: "If you don't go to work, you support me."
After saying that, she immediately felt stupid. Sure enough, Shen Yanshu rushed up and rubbed her neck: "You still need me to support you? It's obviously you who is raising me."
All the property is in her name, and he is just a wage earner.
Shen Yanshu bit her ear and breathed ambiguously: "You're not going today, okay?"
Xihe's face immediately turned red. He swallowed and felt a little shaken. Actually...it's okay to take a leave of absence?
The two of them had been sleeping in the same bed for so long. Shen Yanshu immediately noticed her small movement: "I'll ask for leave for you." Before Xihe could regret it, he took his cell phone and asked for leave.
Xihe... OK.
A smile flashed in Shen Yanshu's eyes, once? No, you don’t want to go there anymore.
Then on the second and third days, every time Xihe was about to get up, Shen Yanshu seduced him back into bed.
When the owner couldn't help but call and inquire,
Xihe could only say helplessly: "I'm sorry, owner, I want to resign."
The owner was surprised and wanted to ask, but Shen Yanshu hung up the phone. The man smiled brightly and said, "Qingqing, you are so kind."
Xihe rolled his eyes: "It's not you yet."
It was obvious that he did it on purpose.
Shen Yanshu pursed his lips and smiled, his eyebrows arched: "Then can I compensate Qing Qing now?"
Xihe stared, and before he could ask, he was turned over.
Xihe...
