You, CEO’s Secret Wife

Jian Yun quickly found the weakness of the house and started to talk nonsense. She did not realize that the man who had been following them since they came in had a cramp on his face.    

    

"Alright, since you don't like it, then I won't buy it!" Huo Liancheng was obviously listening to Jian Yun very seriously and respected her opinion.    

    

Jian Yun then heaved a sigh of relief. She turned her head and saw that the man standing beside her was very stiff. The corner of his mouth was still twitching. She could not help but ask kindly, "What's wrong with you? Are you very cold?"    

    

"Not cold!" The man was about 30 years old. He looked dignified and had an extraordinary temperament. If his expression was not so ugly, He was also a gentleman.    

    

"Then why do you keep having cramps at the corner of your mouth?" Jian Yun saw that this man was standing very close to Huo Liancheng. She guessed that he should be someone Huo Liancheng knew, so it was reasonable for her to care about him.    

    

"It's okay. It's just because the wind is too strong." The man looked straight ahead.    

    

Jian Yun looked at the motionless leaves on the tree and then reached into the air. She looked puzzled. "I don't think there is wind."    

    

Huo Liancheng clenched his fist and covered his mouth. He coughed in a low voice.    

    

Jian Yun looked at Huo Liancheng and then looked at the man. Only then did she remember to ask, "By the way, who are you? Why are you always following us?"    

    

The man finally looked at Jian Yun. The corner of his mouth twitched again. "My name is Zheng Yan. I know Young Master Huo."    

    

Jian Yun nodded. It seemed that her guess was right. Huo Liancheng never liked to approach strangers. If this person could stand so close to him, their relationship must be extraordinary.    

    

Jian Yun thought about it and suddenly asked, "Is your surname Zheng too? You said that the family that lives here is surnamed Zheng. Are you relatives?"    

    

Zheng Yan looked at Jian Yun again and then turned his head. He took a deep breath and said to the luxurious house not far away, "I am the nouveau riche who lives here - son!"    

    

Jian Yun suddenly heard the word nouveau riche and was stunned for a moment. Then she remembered that she had just evaluated this house. She never would have thought that the master would hear what she had just said. Immediately, her face turned red and she covered her face and hid in Huo Liancheng's arms.    

    

"After living for more than ten years, this is the first time I heard that our family is nouveau riche." Zheng Yan's tone was bitter.    

    

"You're a nouveau riche to begin with. You didn't realize it before because your taste is too poor!" Huo Liancheng naturally had the obligation to speak up for his wife. He looked down on Zheng Yan.    

    

Zheng Yan was speechless at the time. He said, "Young Master Huo, I am an architect, but you called me a person with poor taste. You will lose me if you do this."    

    

"Are you an architect?" Jian Yun was also surprised. She looked up from Huo Liancheng's arms.    

    

"Yes. Have you never heard of my name?" Zheng Yan was very depressed. He had always been very conceited. This was the first time he had been said to have poor taste.    

    

"I've never heard of your name. Are you very famous?" Jian Yun's expression had already returned to normal. She still held Huo Liancheng's arm and asked curiously.    

    

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Zheng Yan had an injured expression as he turned his head away.    

    

Jian Yun looked at Huo Liancheng. Her big eyes were bright. She asked him in a low voice, "Did I say something wrong?"    

    

Huo Liancheng shook his head seriously as usual. "No. He is indeed not famous. It is normal that you do not know him."    

    

When Zheng Yan heard Huo Liancheng's words, he turned his head back angrily. He held his mouth and looked extremely angry. However, he could not refute it. He could only swallow his anger helplessly.    

    

"Let's go." Huo Liancheng ignored him and led Jian Yun forward.    

    

"Is he really an architect?" Jian Yun saw that the road was still long and started chatting with Huo Liancheng.    

    

"Yes." Huo Liancheng replied casually.    

    

People kept passing by and greeting Huo Liancheng respectfully, but Huo Liancheng did not react at all. Those people did not take it to heart. They greeted Jian Yun again and Jian Yun returned the greeting with a smile.    

    

Jian Yun felt it was a little unbelievable, "So this house was really designed by Mr. Zheng?"    

    

"I think so. He has always liked this kind of luxury." Huo Liancheng held Jian Yun's hand, but his mind was obviously not on chatting.    

    

Jian Yun saw that Huo Liancheng seemed to be thinking about something, so she did not ask anymore. She turned her head to see if Little Zheng was still there. When she looked, she found a familiar figure - Xia Bingbing.    

    

Xia Bingbing came with Old Master Ming. She was wearing a long dress, a diamond necklace around her neck, and her hair was loose. She was pretty to begin with, and this dress made her look even more flirtatious.    

    

Jian Yun did not look much and she did not have any good impression of Xia Bingbing. Although she had not met Xia Bingbing for a long time, Jian Yun did not think that with Xia Bingbing's temper, tonight would be peaceful.    

    

Jian Yun and Huo Liancheng had just entered the main hall of the villa where the cocktail party was held. Behind them, Xia Bingbing also happened to raise her head and naturally saw Jian Yun and Huo Liancheng holding hands. At that time, she was so angry that she clenched her teeth and her eyes shone with a vicious light.    

    

Xia Bingbing really hated Jian Yun. If Jian Yun did not appear, she felt that Huo Liancheng would definitely fall in love with her. Now she was the one holding Huo Liancheng's arm!    

    

"What are you looking at?" After Old Master Ming finished greeting his acquaintances, he saw Xia Bingbing staring in front of him without blinking her eyes. She even gnashed her teeth as if she saw some enemy. He could not help looking over but did not see anything.    

    

"Nothing. Grandpa, let's go in." Xia Bingbing looked at Old Man Ming and immediately smiled. She knew very well that she and her mother relied on the Ming family to live such a good life. If they lost Old Man Ming, this big tree, then they would have to live that poor life again. She wouldn't allow this to happen again, so even if her mother didn't agree to her surrender to Old Man Ming, she still did it.    

    

Old Man Ming secretly pinched Xia Bingbing's plump body and smiled very kindly. "Okay, let's go in."    

    

Xia Bingbing suppressed her disgust and still smiled happily. As she walked, she acted spoiled to Old Man Ming, "Grandfather, you brought me here tonight but did not bring Special Assistant Lin. Will she be angry?"    

    

"Both of you are so young and beautiful. It will be the same no matter who I bring." Old Man Ming narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.    

    

"Do you like me or do you like her more?" Xia Bingbing continued to ask with an innocent look on her face.    

    

"Of course I like you. Silly girl, you are my granddaughter!" Old Man Ming reached out and rubbed Xia Bingbing's face. His tone was very doting.    

    

To outsiders, this action was like a scene of a happy grandfather doting on his granddaughter. But only Xia Bingbing understood how disgusting she was in her heart.    

    

But on the surface, she did not show it. Instead, she pretended to be shy and used a voice that only two people could hear to act coquettishly, "Grandfather, when you were working hard on me last night, you did not treat me as your granddaughter!"