After Being an Improper Control Group as an Abandoned Wealthy Wife, She Effortlessly Came Out on Top

Chapter 515

the next day

It was already past nine o'clock when Meng Chuyuan woke up.

 Unexpectedly, Lu Qingye was still lying next to her, and he looked like he should have woken up a long time ago, but he just didn't get up.

Meng Chuyuan rubbed his eyes and said confusedly: "Why didn't you get up?"

 “I don’t want to think about it.” I want to stay with her for a while.

He has been busy these days and has not spent much time with Meng Chuyuan.

Just when I wanted to spend time with her, I found that I had to go to work again tomorrow.

Lu Qingye only has time today, and half of the morning has passed.

 Before getting married, Lu Qingye never cherished his rest time. After getting married, even two days off was too little for him.

Noticing that Lu Qingye's eyes were on her side, Meng Chuyuan suddenly turned around and looked at him, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Qingye's deep voice was filled with tenderness: "I'm looking at my wife."

Meng Chuyuan: “…”

She was lying on her side, with her elbows on the bed and her head resting on her palms. She had a half-rising posture, which was a bit too enchanting.

Meng Chuyuan looked at Lu Qingye in this posture for a long time, "Have you seen enough?"

"No."

Meng Chuyuan's hands were numb, and he felt a sense of hunger in his stomach. His eyebrows seemed a little aggrieved: "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Lu Qingye stood up, turned to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside, and was about to make a call, "I'll have someone cook it for you."

Meng Chuyuan stared at his mobile phone, squinted his eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Why can't you do it for me?"

Is this phone call necessary?

 It’s just a breakfast, is it necessary to mobilize so many people?

Lu Qingye's hand suddenly stopped and he was stunned.

He turned his head and looked at Meng Chuyuan, "You want to eat what I cooked?" Meng Chuyuan looked at him longingly, with a slightly innocent look on his face, "Isn't it okay?"

"Of course." Lu Qingye put down his phone and agreed readily: "I'll go to the kitchen to cook it for you now."

 “Well, just get some whatever you want.”

 Downstairs

Lu Jinsen woke up early in the morning to do morning exercises and ran ten kilometers alone. When he came back, he was sweating profusely, so he hurried back to the room to take a shower and never came down again.

 At the beginning of the broadcast, the photographer followed Lu Jinsen out, and some viewers accompanied him in the live broadcast room to complete the ten-kilometer run.

After Lu Jinsen came back from his morning run, the live broadcast camera was without anyone around for nearly 20 minutes, as if it was still.

It’s been almost two hours since Wuwuwu started airing, and I haven’t seen Sister Meng yet. Is this normal? 】

　　【Am I stuck? Why does the picture always show this living room? ! Where have all the people gone? 】

　　【It’s too much. Just now we had Lu Jinsen to show us, but now there’s nothing left...】

 …

Just when the comment area was in chaos, Lu Qingye came down from upstairs.

He didn't care about the live broadcast, so he went straight to the kitchen.

【Eh? Wasn't it Mr. Lu who just passed by? Why does he look like he’s in a hurry?]

  【Why is he in the kitchen in such a hurry? What happened? 】

When Uncle Yuan saw Lu Qingye entering the kitchen, he quickly put down what he was doing and came to him, "Master, do you need anything?"

“Lend me the kitchen for ten minutes.” Lu Qingye rolled up his sleeves and took out some ingredients from the refrigerator.

Seeing Lu Qingye take a piece of meat, eggs and lettuce from the refrigerator, and also find a bundle of noodles from the cabinet, Uncle Yuan immediately understood.

“Young master, there is still breakfast. It is heating in the pot. Can I get it for you?”

"No need. You are busy with your business and don't worry about me." Since Meng Chuyuan wanted to eat what he cooked, he would definitely not stop cooking just because there was ready-made food.