The Richest Man's Cannon Fodder Pregnant Wife (Entertainment)

Chapter One

Touching his protruding belly, Yuan Chaoyu was dumbfounded.

The young man in the mirror was slender and tender, with apricot eyes, an upturned nose, and thin lips. He was 70% similar to him, but even more beautiful.

It's a good thing to dress up as someone with better looks.

But what's wrong with this body's stomach?

Obviously, there is something.

Yuan Chaoyu's mind was in a state of confusion, remembering that he had just read an ancient slapstick novel called "Only Hate Meeting and Losing Affection".

The boss Gong who "controls the lifeblood of the global economy" falls in love with an intern of his subordinate company.

One of the glass slags is also called Yuan Chaoyu, an eighteenth-line star. Because of some minor accidents, he had a fling with the big brother and accidentally became pregnant with a child.

At the beginning, the little star kept his own place, but after being bewitched by some friends with ulterior motives, he thought that the boss loved him, so he swore sovereignty everywhere, which violated the bottom line of the boss, and later spent even more money to hire people to harm the protagonist.

In the end, "Yuan Chaoyu" was imprisoned in a mental hospital.

The little baby born after a lot of hardships was also given to the protagonist by the boss to be raised.

Some filming scenes flashed in Yuan Chaoyu's mind, and he recalled them carefully, and he was sure that he was dressed as the sand sculpture Yuan Chaoyu in the novel who fetched water from a bamboo basket in vain.

He must not repeat the mistakes of the original owner, and stay away from Dongfang Boyan.

There are tens of millions of men in the world, the original owner is so good-looking, and he is in the entertainment industry, he can also earns a few million easily, is he afraid no man would like him?

"Madam, lunch is ready, please have a meal." There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Yuan Chaoyu said.

He went out from the bathroom. The bedroom was large and luxurious, decorated in European style, with a few oil paintings hanging on the wall, and an exaggeratedly large terrace outside.

The old Caucasian butler in a three-piece suit pushed the dining cart in and placed the dishes on the dining table by the window one by one.

"This is what you named yesterday, foie gras jelly, grilled snails, veal braised in white sauce, oysters..."

Yuan Chaoyu's eyes were staring straight at the table full of exquisite Western dishes. He was originally a 996 programmer who was still repaying his student loans. How could he have the money and time to enjoy this kind of food.

I really want to eat it, but...

He rubbed his stomach and asked, "Can all these pregnant women eat it?" He remembered that it was written in the book that the original owner didn't pay attention to diet and ate and drank, which made childbirth very painful.

The old housekeeper said politely: "The nutritionist does not recommend that you eat these, it will affect your production."

Yuan Chaoyu: "Then why are you still serving it?"

The old housekeeper: "..." Didn't you want to eat out of nature yesterday, and you called the husband, saying that I am not responsible for my work.

Yuan Chaoyu turned his head to one side, looked at the wall, swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Let's get rid of it, I want to drink porridge and cut some kimchi."

The old butler: "Because of your opinion, we have fired the Chinese chef, and the Western chef is not good at it. Maybe you can try a little corn soup first, and let me call and order a porridge and kimchi from the family hotel for you."

Yuan Chaoyu: "How long do I have to wait?"

"Because the manor is in the mountains, it is expected to take an hour and a half at the fastest."

Yuan Chaoyu questioned: "Isn't Dongfang's family very rich? I want to drink porridge for an hour and a half!" He thought that the old housekeeper looked down on people and was making things difficult for him.

The old butler thought, I still miss you having changed your sex, so it turns out that you are acting like a demon from a different angle.

"If you really want to eat right away, you can call the gentleman and ask him for the right to use the helicopter, and the porridge can be delivered within twenty minutes."

Yuan Chaoyu trembled all over, eating a porridge and using a helicopter, it was too scary. He didn't want to provoke that indifferent and terrifying man.

"Forget it, I'll go to the kitchen to make it myself."

Yuan Chaoyu puffed his stomach and asked the old housekeeper to lead the way to the kitchen.

He was already surprised enough by the luxury of the bedroom before.

The corridor is resplendent and magnificent, with milky white walls made of unknown stone, and golden patterns are luxurious and exaggerated, which really matches the setting of mastering the lifeline of the global economy.

There are two elevators in the villa, which are used by the master and the servants.

The elevator is pure gold inside and out.

Yuan Chaoyu: "It's really a local tyrant that makes people suffocate."

Walking to the Chinese kitchen, all kinds of pots and pans are readily available.

Yuan Chaoyu washed the rice and put it in a pressure cooker to cook.

Cut the loofah again and beat two eggs.

Dongfang Boyan returned to the manor, and he asked as soon as he entered the door: "What about him?"

The maid knew that the "he" in the husband's mouth was a fixed title, the man who was pregnant with the husband's child and was called his wife by everyone.

"My wife is cooking in the kitchen."

Dongfang Boyan: "..." He didn't believe it, this master never cooks.

He walked into the kitchen, and everyone followed behind him.

Dongfang Boyan looked at the boy with a slightly distended belly, skillfully stir-fried, turned off the fire, picked up the frying pan, and poured loofah scrambled eggs into the plate.

Yuan Chaoyu opened the pressure cooker again and took out a bowl of porridge.

The old butler was helping him by putting the dishes and rice on the tray and serving them out. When he walked to the kitchen door, he saw Dongfang Boyan with a stern face.

After Yuan Chaoyu washed his hands, he complained, "There are so many of you, how come none of you know how to cook?"

The old butler called: "Sir."

Yuan Chaoyu: "..." Oh my god, why is this man back?