Master Pei's Wife is a Devil Concubine Chapter 673

  Chapter 673 Showdown!

  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-functional pot...he already knows it like the back of his hand!

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

  No repeat samples for seven days.

  Pei has a high-level summary meeting at nine o'clock today.

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

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

   One hour, three courses.

   There is an elegant aroma coming from the kitchen.

  Put the prepared food in the heat preservation 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 explained to Aunt Gong, let Su Ji taste it when she woke up, and then started to prepare things for the group meeting.

  Non The busy daily vlog version of a typical CEO boyfriend.

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

  Even the aunt Gong was stunned for a moment, and wrote down the seven-page small floral notebook and stuffed it into the apron pocket.

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

   Pei Huai cooked 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.

  Maybe because he is too familiar with his girlfriend's taste, Su Ji is very appreciative of the things he makes, and he will eat more than usual breakfast made by other people, and sometimes even eat all of them.

  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 always been in a hurry in the morning recently, his complexion is so good that the naked eye can see it!

  Grassroots employees are still knocking on Shenmu 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 high-level employees 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, before pressing down on the floor he wanted to get off.

  The elevator reached the top floor first. With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened, and the senior management 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 kind of...beloved wife bento, right?"

  Beloved Wife Bento: It is generally understood as a bento made by a beloved wife, but in the understanding of President Pei Da, it is a bento made for a 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 ask their wives immediately after they go back.

   "Thank you," Pei Huai walked out of the elevator.

   "President, does Miss Su make you a wife's bento every day?" Before the elevator doors closed, a high-level 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.

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

   It's not Ms. Su who makes a wife lunch for the president, but the president! Do it for Miss Su every day? ?

  Backing to the office, the documents were thrown back on the table, and Pei Huai sat down with a low waist.

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

   It was sent from Bian Tong in the Philippines.

  Pei Huai raised his eyebrows. If he had known 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 is interested.

  Pei Huai kept one hand in his pocket, pinched the phone with the other, and tapped the screen flexibly 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 I 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 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 jade bracelet before?

   This seemingly ordinary chat-like question made Bian Tong completely strangled to death!

   One minute passed.

  Two minutes passed.

  Pei Huai received an email on his computer, and then picked up his 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.

   is his 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 his secrets.

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

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

   Except for him...

  Bian Tong only thought of one person.

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

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

  Listen, this is outrageous 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 there is really no way out.

  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."

  (end of this chapter)

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