Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 1581 I am yours!

"It's yours, it's yours, no one will rob you of your husband, the show of love early in the morning, can you give single dogs a little room to live, I'm going to lose my fan [angry]"

"Fuck, who doesn't know that you and Jiang Jingheng are married by marriage, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when you talk big."

"The one upstairs is definitely a jealous person. The relationship between husband and wife is so annoying to you. Even if I, Yan Bao, are not with Jiang Jingheng, is it your turn?"

"If you post a photo of Young Master Jiang, I believe that your husband and wife are loving [cute]"

"Upstairs is too sinister, I'm afraid your titanium alloy dog ​​eyes are not worthy of looking at me, Jiang Meiren."

……

Jiang Jingheng scrolled through a few comments, looked up at someone on the sofa, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He retracted his gaze, entered a few words on the phone, then put it aside, and continued to work.

Fans who had been squatting under Jiang Jingheng's Weibo for a long time, after a few hours of waiting, saw the male god's Weibo.

Jiang Jingheng v: Well, I am yours.

Even with just a few words, the fans all chanted dog abuse!
"I wipe, I can feel Jiang Shao's full love through the screen."

"Those who say that Muyan and Young Master Jiang are showing off must be idiots. Young Master Jiang needs to put on a show? Muyan needs to put on a show? They are well-matched, and whoever leaves is fine. If it really doesn't fit, we should have broken up long ago."

"My friend is an employee of the Jiang Shao Group. She said that some time ago, there was a struggle within the Shengyuan Group. It was Muyan who turned the tide and saved Jiang Shao's position. The two people had a quarrel before, and it was all a play for someone who was fighting for power and profit with Jiang Shao. According to the vice president, now that Shao Jiang is in charge of the group again, the two of them have long since lost the need to act, so it would be nice if they returned naturally."

……

When Muyan wakes up after sleeping, she smells the aroma of food.

She sniffed her nose, and the smell became more and more fragrant. She knew it was not an illusion. When she opened her eyes, she saw a person sitting on the sofa next to her out of the corner of her eye.

Almost at the same time, a male voice sounded, "Are you awake?"

Muyan sat up, looked at him and said, "En."

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned, her eyes fell on the lunch box on the table.

"Well, what time is it? Have you eaten?"

"Well, it's almost twelve o'clock, you're hungry." Jiang Jingheng said and poured out a bowl of soup and handed it to her, "Have some soup first."

"En." Muyan took it, blew on it, and took a sip.

She twisted her neck, looked at him and said, "My husband, my neck is a little sore."

Jiang Jingheng wiped his hands with a tissue, and immediately came over to help her press her neck, "Is it here?"

"A little bit to the left." Muyan said, "Yes, it's there, it hurts so much."

"I'll still sleep at home in the future, the conditions here are limited." Jiang Jingheng said.

Muyan looked sleepy, didn't speak, and enjoyed the massage.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, the door opened, and the secretary came in.

"President, fruit..."

The secretary was dumbfounded watching Jiang Jingheng massage Muyan, she must have read it wrong.

Jiang Jingheng turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes fell on the fruit plate in her hand, and said softly, "Put it here."

"Yes!" The secretary looked away, came over to put down the fruit plate, and went out.

As soon as she went out, she immediately patted her chest, looking overly frightened.

The assistant asked: "Sister, what's the matter? Why did you give the CEO Song Ge fruit to scare you like this?"

"I was really frightened." The secretary let out a sigh of relief, "I have to drink some Sprite to suppress the shock."

As she spoke, she returned to her place, pulled off the ring of the can, and took a sip, but she felt it was not enough.

She picked up her phone and posted a Weibo.

"The noble son of the richest family you think of is a 24-year-old filial husband in private. When his wife eats, he gives her a massage. How dare you believe it!"

(End of this chapter)