The Tender Little Wife of the Retired Factory Director

In two lifetimes, this was the first time she saw such a man. Not too much, not too little, but it happened to be right at the top of her heart, completely violating all her aesthetics. Who is this man? I have to know all his information within three minutes! Her rationality had long been washed away, and before she could think calmly, her feet walked towards him uncontrollably. "What's your name?" His tone was calm, as cold as ice, and he only uttered two words: "Get out of the way." He absolutely doesn't want to get to know her, he just wants to go as far as possible! … "I heard that your family is looking for a nanny. What do you think of me?" "No." … "Can you please stop walking?" "No." "I will pay you your salary until the end of the year..." Wen Suyao interrupted him, handed him the five hundred yuan in her hand, turned around and strode forward. Lu Zheng caught up with her a few steps behind and grabbed her. Wen Suyao looked back at him: "I've never been like you before." The cold-faced King of Hell, Lu Zheng, showed the expression of an abandoned puppy, and begged pitifully: "Don't leave... Okay..."