Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 427 Sweet Toothache!

Last night, the news that a local tycoon bought the most expensive advertising space in the center of the tenth district of Uptown and confessed to his wife went viral on the Internet, and the popularity has not subsided until now.

Muyan took Song Chengan's mobile phone to watch the trending content, and only then did she know that not only the river beach had confession subtitles last night, but the same confession subtitles appeared at the same time in the other ten bustling districts in the upper city.

No doubt it was the same guy who had the whole of Uptown witnessing their anniversary.

This luxurious handwriting has simply refreshed people's cognition, and it turns out that confession can be played like this.

Sending flowers, sending chocolates and so on is really too low compared to this.

Netizens are envious.

"This lady must have saved the Milky Way in her previous life to meet such a romantic man."

"Ever since we got married, my husband didn't even bother to say a sweet word to me. There is no harm if there is no comparison. It seems that I have to re-examine my marriage."

"Isn't it just an anniversary? As for such a big fanfare? I just want to say that such a husband, please give me a dozen!"

"Is it just me who thinks this gentleman wants to kneel on the keyboard when he gets home? He burned so much money in a few minutes..."

……

Muyan was scrolling through comments when Jiang Jingheng's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Come over for breakfast."

Muyan came back to her senses, looked back, he was standing by the dining table in home clothes, on the table was a steaming breakfast.

She returned the phone to Song Chengan and asked, "Brother Song, have you had breakfast?"

"No, I've already eaten." Song Chengan said with a smile.

Just kidding, even if you haven't eaten it, you still have to say that you have eaten it.

Don't say that someone is stingy, just say that he doesn't want to eat their dog food early in the morning at all.

Muyan didn't force it, she walked to the dining table and sat down.

Sitting next to her, Jiang Jingheng helped her serve a bowl of red bean porridge.

Muyan took a bite of a gold silk roll, tilted her head to look at him, and asked, "How much did you spend yesterday?"

"Huh?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her.

Muyan pursed her lips, no matter how ignorant she was, she knew that advertising space in that kind of location was very expensive.

Three advertisements, each one minute, ten times, how much does it cost?

Seeing her distressed look, Jiang Jingheng understood what she meant, and twitched his lips, "Is Mrs. Jiang unhappy last night?"

"Happy." Muyan replied honestly.

Seeing him confess his love to the world yesterday, she was so happy that she almost fainted.

Jiang Jingheng said softly, "As long as you are happy, that's enough, don't worry about the rest."

"But……"

Jiang Jingheng frowned slightly, "Mrs. Jiang really wants me to kneel on the keyboard, right?"

Muyan looked at his tangled look, and burst out laughing, it seems that he also went online.

She deliberately said: "Yes, not only do you have to kneel and rub the keyboard, but you also need to hand in your salary card."

Jiang Jingheng bargained, "The salary card must be handed in, but can you not kneel on the keyboard?"

"Then it depends on your performance."

Jiang Jingheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her teasingly, "Did I not perform well enough last night?"

Muyan knew that he meant something, her face flushed instantly.

She glared at him, puzzled, and pinched his waist again.

Brother Song is here, what nonsense is he talking about, it's embarrassing.

"Hiss..." Jiang Jingheng let out a pain, and looked at her sadly, "Is Mrs. Jiang going to murder her husband?"

Muyan snorted, took a piece of snack and fed it to his mouth, "Can't even eat to stop your mouth?"

Jiang Jingheng opened his mouth and ate it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It's still delicious from Mrs. Jiang's food."

Muyan didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to eat, but fed him a mouthful from time to time.

In the living room, Song Chengan saw this scene in his eyes, and felt a toothache, sweet!
Forget it, let them be happy for a while.

(End of this chapter)