The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Chapter 43 Was Targeted by the President's Brother

Chapter 43 Was Targeted by the President's Brother (4)

It wasn't until she got in the car that Yuan Yao gradually came to her senses.

Moment mood a little complicated.

Originally, in order to avoid trouble, she planned to minimize contact with the Yuan family after returning to China.

But who knows, on the first day after returning, he directly ran into this elder brother who was even a little afraid of the original owner.

He is even the mission target of this plane.

Yuan Yao suddenly felt a little at a loss.

She hesitated for a while, but still looked at the calm and indifferent man beside her, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Yuan Jing glanced at her.

Yuan Yao faced his emotionless gaze, and for some reason, just felt a little stressed.

She lowered her eyes slightly, unconsciously grabbed the strap of the small satchel with her fingers, and said in a soft voice, "I don't want to go back, I've already rented the house."

Yuan Jing was silent for a while, then said concisely, "Address."

Yuan Yao was taken aback.

He didn't say it a second time.

She quickly took out her mobile phone, intending to find out the rental information.

However, it was discovered that the screen of the mobile phone had been shattered beyond recognition.

No matter how she presses, the screen is black.

Yuan Yao:.
Holding the phone, she raised her eyes cautiously to look at Yuan Jing, summoned up her courage and suggested, "...I might have to find a place to repair my phone first, can you find a random intersection and let me get off the car?"

As he spoke, he blinked his eyes flatteringly, and his lips were slightly pursed into a smile.

Yuan Jing had a panoramic view of her expression.

He looks away.

"Go to my house first, someone will bring a new mobile phone tonight."

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Yuan Yao's eyes widened in horror, and was about to refuse, but he added flatly, "It's my house, not the old house."

Yuan Yao: "."

She wanted to say that there was no difference between his house and Yuan's old house to her.

But seeing that he didn't want to talk anymore, he could only rest his mind.

He could only poke at the crack on the phone screen a little discouraged.

I don't know whether the shit luck I'm stepping on is good or bad.

Compared with Yuan's old house, Yuan Jing's house in the city center is not large in size, but it is spacious enough, and the facilities inside are very complete. It can be seen that this is the place where he has lived for a long time.

After Yuan Yao followed him home, he didn't bother her much, he just pointed her to the location of the kettle, gave her a TV remote control, and then went into the study to start a video conference.

Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat on the soft leather sofa, then turned on the TV and changed channels with the remote control.

This is her first time watching TV.

Yuan Yao randomly stopped on a channel, and then watched it with great interest.

However, not long after looking at it, she felt that her eyelids gradually became heavy.

After all, this body has just experienced a long-distance flight of more than ten hours, and it is still jet-lagged. After getting off the plane, it went directly to the entry procedures, and there was no time to breathe.

It's not easy to hold on until now.

Yuan Yao strained her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall.

Three in the afternoon.

Sleeping for an hour and getting up before Yuan Jing's work is over, it should be fine...

Yuan Yao thought vaguely, and then lost consciousness.

It was almost evening when Yuan Jing came out of the study.

The living room was gloomy, only the halo of the setting sun outside the window and the fluorescence of the TV screen added some light to the space.

He stood at the door of the study, looked at the small ball curled up on the sofa, and stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)

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