Chapter 50: Show affection and keep a low profile

"Auntie, there are a lot of people here, and you should be low-key when you show affection. ā€

Tang Ning stared at Li Zechen for a long time, looking at the Maybach driven by others, wanting to say something, but he lost his temper.

"I know!

Shen Nian glanced at Li Zechen, closed the car door with a weak heart, and secretly congratulated himself that someone was wearing sunglasses.

The car started slowly, Li Zechen's eyes were hidden under the ink-colored lenses, and he couldn't distinguish his expression, Shen Nian squirmed and moved closer to someone.

"My mom, it's really my husband, any sunglasses can be so cool on your face!"

Shen Nian stared down at Li Zechen's thin lips and near-perfect jawline, generously committing nymphomaniac.

"Husband~"

Li Zechen stared ahead without squinting, but suddenly there was a coquettish sound in his ears, his brows couldn't help but move slightly, he took off his sunglasses, and stared at the little girl next to him, wanting to see what "bad moves" she was going to make?

If he remembers correctly, this girl is not good every time she calls her husband, especially this pretentious tone.

Shen Nian was stared at with a weak heart, his face was slightly red, he straightened his body, and pecked on someone's thin lips like a dragonfly: "At the moment of beauty, I can't help it!" With a wicked smile on her face, she retracted the leather seat.

"I haven't seen her for a few days, this girl is very capable, and she has learned to sneak attack!" Li Zechen's eyes were cold, his heart was dark, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

Ling Zhao watched everything from the rearview mirror, and the glass heart of the 10,000-year-old single dog suddenly shattered, and he stepped on the accelerator as if he was retaliating.

"Have a good rest, I still have something to do, let's go to the company first. The car slowly stopped at the gate of Luoyue Lake, and Li Zechen sat in the car without moving, only throwing down a sentence concisely.

Shen Nian's heart swelled with grievances: "When I was in the hospital, I didn't accompany others, but I finally returned home, and I had to leave me alone." She pouted, and when she looked up, Maybach had already disappeared without a trace.

"Madam, let me help you back, your injuries are just right, you need to be careful. ā€

Shen Nianfang had just finished nagging someone who was not considerate enough, so he actually left him here alone before his injuries had healed, and he refused to even send him to the room, when he suddenly heard a considerate middle-aged woman's voice.

"Are you?" she turned her head, and after the workout, she respectfully stood a middle-aged woman in white clothes and black pants, slightly chubby, but her face was very kind.

"My husband invited someone to take care of his wife, and his wife can call you my mother Chen. ā€

The man took two steps closer, and his expression was still respectful, as if he was in a huge world, and only one person could be pretended to be Shen Nian in his eyes.

"The gentleman said that his wife's injuries had not healed, and told me to be careful, so you should go back with me. Before Shen Nian could figure out what was going on, he put one hand on his arm and carefully led her to the door.

"What's going on? Why did Li Zechen find me a nanny? Isn't it that he has always disliked people, so Luoyue Lake has been close to people for many years?"

Shen Yue frowned and tilted her little head, recalling what Ling Zhao had said, her mind was a mess of porridge, and she couldn't figure it out.

At the door of the office, Ling Zhao's mobile phone was in a dilemma, and he knocked on the rosewood door in front of him after several hesitations.

"What's the matter?" Li Zechen raised his head from a pile of documents, a glimmer of afterglow from the corner of his eye, and his face was always cold.

"I ...... Boss, you'd better see it yourself......" Ling Zhao raised his head and looked embarrassed, he was really embarrassed, so he simply handed over the phone.

Li Zechen glanced at his assistant suspiciously, his jointed fingers stretched out, and Ling Zhao hurriedly held the mobile phone with both hands.

"Oh, it seems that some media are just too idle. Throw it to the public relations department, block all these nonsense accounts for me, and if you dare to send it out, don't think about it!"

The blue tendons on Li Zechen's forehead burst out, and his temples jumped suddenly, and the anger in his eyes was like a surging wave, so frightened that Ling Zhao on the side took several steps back one after another.

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!" Ling Zhao was forced by the powerful aura to not even dare to raise his head, and took back his mobile phone with trembling hands, and only felt his heart pound when he caught a glimpse of the magnified photo of his own proprietress and the eldest son of the Gu family on the screen.

"Mother Chen, go upstairs and bring my painting tools. ā€

Shen Nian found a comfortable angle for his poor waist on the sofa in the living room, and shouted at the figure who was busy in the kitchen.

Chen's mother agreed, and quickly went upstairs to bring down the drawing board, and put it in front of Shen Nian upright, she raised her head, thanked politely, and then began to fiddle with the color palette.

She is really depressed and panicked in the hospital these days, and she is almost full of mushrooms, and now she finally returns to her hometown, so she naturally wants to show her skills.

"Hello, babies, I'm Hu Hansan back again!" Shen Nian likes to start live broadcasts when she paints, and this time will certainly be no exception, she is interacting with her fans on the S trumpet at this moment.

"God S, you finally showed up again, if you don't come out again, we will all suspect that you were kidnapped and sent to Africa to dig for gold!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, ahhhh

"Wow! I'm so happy! I can finally watch the gods draw again!"

She had only been logging in for a short time when there was a buzz under the screen welcoming her back.

Shen Nian looked at the praise on the screen, and his eyes gradually moistened, unlike the overwhelming insults on the tuba, it looked much more harmonious and beautiful here.

Here she is no longer the eighteenth-tier actor who is always black, but just a talented painting genius.

"Shhh, you all be quiet, will you watch me draw?"

The fans were enthusiastic, but Shen Nian couldn't stand the commotion and was tired of coping, and raised his finger at the screen and shouted.

Fans also quieted down when they heard this, obediently admiring their gods' painting techniques, and from time to time they issued a sentence or two of admiration.

Shen Nian enjoyed this kind of time very much, and he was so engrossed in the painting that he thought about it while mixing colors, and he didn't hear someone's approaching footsteps at all, and of course he didn't see his cloudy face.

"Hey, God, why do you seem to have someone behind you?" Wow, you're still a handsome guy!" Shen Nian raised his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the comments that suddenly popped up on the screen, and his heart tightened suddenly.

"Where's anyone?" she muttered as she muttered and moved the camera to prove her innocence.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, she slapped her face stiffly, only to see someone standing behind her, with anger in the corners of her eyes, and more importantly, she was still carrying her B who had "disappeared for a long time" in her hand

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