Lure your wife into your arms: Mysterious husband is the richest man

Chapter 102 Surprise, he’s back

Is it...

impossible!
With Lu Jingchen's image of disabled legs and disfigured face, coupled with the horrific rumors she spread, no woman should dare to approach him.

After she calmed down, she saw the wedding ring on her hand and asked, seemingly accidentally, "Is Miss Jiang married?"

"Yes." Jiang Wan looked at the wedding ring, and the corners of Jiang Wan's mouth curved sweetly.

Chen Qingyun felt relieved, "Miss Jiang is so beautiful, your husband must also be very good, right?"

"Well, he's pretty good." Although Lu Jingchen was just a car mechanic, he was the best in her eyes.

"What do you do?"

"The car repairer."

"..."

If she hadn't looked serious, Chen Qingyun would have thought she was teasing her.

Does she have a funny brain?Why are you still married to a car mechanic?
Respect her destiny and laugh at her life.

She lowered her eyelids, covered her eyes and mocked, smiled awkwardly, took the water glass and said she still had something to do, turned around and left.

Jiang Wan looked at her back with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

How she felt relieved to hear that she was married.

Jiang Wan didn't think much about it. After collecting the water, he returned to his work station and continued busy.

After a busy morning, they finally finished their work. They said goodbye to their colleagues at the headquarters and got on the plane back to Yuncheng.

Back in Shengxing, Jiang Wan devoted himself non-stop to the work he had accumulated in the past few days, making him a very busy man.

After working for more than two hours, Jiang Wan felt a little tired. He got up and left the office, going to the tea room to get pastries to eat.

Although the cafeteria at the headquarters is delicious, the pastries at the branch are still the most delicious.

She walked to the pastry area and unexpectedly met Zheng Hong.

She was choosing pastries, her face as gloomy and serious as ever.

She raised her eyelids and looked at Jiang Wan's triumphant expression, with a cold smile on her lips, "How was your experience at the headquarters?"

"Very good." Jiang Wan smiled, picked up the plate and shelf and picked up an egg tart.

"You really want to go, don't you?"

"Who doesn't want to? Doesn't Designer Zheng?"

"Yes, of course I do. There is no Shengxing designer who doesn't want to go to the headquarters." Zheng Hong said with a distant look.

"But come to think of it, people have to be based on reality. I haven't even gone to bed. You are like this. Huh, don't even think about it in this life. It's not a place you can go to just by climbing on the bed."

Jiang Wan paused in the act of picking up pastries, raised his eyes, and looked at her coldly.

"What? Are you angry? Did I say something wrong?" Zheng Hong twitched the corner of her mouth contemptuously.

"Do you really think it's right? Designer Zheng should have seen my work, right? Do you really think I became the main designer of the new series by crawling on my bed? You must know that the headquarters also recognized the works I painted. of."

The smile at the corner of Zheng Hong's mouth cooled down little by little, and she looked at her expressionlessly, her eyes dark and complicated.

Of course she had seen her works and knew how good she was, but she didn't want to admit it in her heart.

Because to admit her excellence is to face the inner panic.

She doesn't want to, she can't.

She snorted coldly, bumped her shoulders and left.

Jiang Wan shook his head helplessly and walked back with the pastries.

When I returned to the office, I saw Xiaomi standing at the door with a frustrated look.

She handed the plate with pastries to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiaomi picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, took a bite, puffed out his cheeks and complained, "That Qian Lina seems to be deliberately against me. She prints every time I go to print, and she doesn't print if I don't. I'm so angry that I have to go to other departments to print every time and occupy other people's printers. After a long time, don't people also complain about me? It's really annoying." Jiang Wan poured her a glass of water and gently Pat her back to calm her down and ask, "By the way, which designer is she with now?"

"Designer Li Zihan, what's wrong?"

"I'll go talk to her when I'm done."

Surprise flashed in Xiaomi's eyes, "Is it useful?"

"Try to know."

After working for a while, Jiang Wan left the office, glanced around, and found Li Zihan. When she saw her getting up and going to the bathroom, she followed her with her lips raised.

The two met in the corridor and exchanged warm greetings.

Because Jiang Wan has been gaining momentum recently, her attitude towards her is not generally good.

"Is Designer Li very busy recently?"

"Fortunately, no matter how busy I am, I am not as busy as you. I really envy you. You can go to the headquarters for a business trip to see the world."

"As long as you work hard, everyone will have a chance. I thought you were very busy. After all, my assistant always runs into your assistant every time he goes to print."

Li Zihan's smile froze, "Really? That's such a coincidence, haha."

After returning from the bathroom, she walked to Qian Lina's workstation and asked her to go out with her. The two came to the stairs.

Qian Lina leaned against the wall with her arms folded, looking impatient, "What...ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Li Zihan slapped her in the face, causing her to scream and be stunned for several seconds.

"You must be sick! Why did you hit me?"

"I can tolerate you not fulfilling your duties as an assistant, but I can't tolerate you causing trouble for me! If you provoke Jiang Wan again, I will replace you! Follow whoever you want!" Li Zihan dropped these words and pushed back. door to leave.

Qian Lina stared at the cold door, covering her face and shaking with anger, "Jiang Wan! You damn bitch! I will never let you go!"

It's been a busy day at work.

Jiang Wan returned home exhausted.

She stood at the door and changed her shoes. Looking at the empty room, she suddenly felt a huge sense of loneliness in her heart.

Unknowingly, she had become accustomed to living with Lu Jingchen.

She was used to him cooking for her, doing her laundry and changing her bedsheets, sheltering her from wind and rain, and working hard without complaint.

She sat on the sofa, picked up her cell phone and dialed his number.

The phone beeped twice, and a familiar music suddenly reached her ears.

She was startled and thought she was hallucinating, but when she listened carefully, she found out that it was indeed true. She heard it right.

Isn't this music... Lu Jingchen's cell phone ringtone?

how come……

She stood up suddenly, searched for the location of the music, and finally locked onto the bedroom.

She rushed over in three steps at a time, opened the door, and then stood at the door with a look of shock.

Lu Jingchen was sleeping deeply on the big bed in the bedroom, and his cell phone was ringing on the bedside table not far away.

She stared intently at his handsome, sleeping face. After a moment, she smiled, hung up the phone, walked over to the bed, and sat down.

She looked at him, raised her hand, and caressed his chiseled side face with her tender bamboo shoot-like fingertips.

If there really is a God, he is also a partial God. Why was he made so beautiful?

His cheeks were slightly itchy, Lu Jingchen frowned, woke up in a daze, hummed softly, raised his hand to hold her hand, and muttered, "Wife, don't make trouble."

Because of his sleepiness, his voice was low and hoarse, helpless and pampering, with a hint of coquettishness, which made Jiang Wan's heart feel soft and warm.

She couldn't bear to disturb him anymore and wanted to take her hand back but found that he was holding her tightly.

She looked at him doubtfully, wasn't he sleeping?Why don't you let her go?
(End of this chapter)