Diamond Honey Wedding: Top Husband Dots on His Wife

Chapter 21 Jealous
Han Mitang's eyes became more familiar: "If he believed, he wouldn't let me suffer such grievances, and he wouldn't put me in prison for a whole year. He never believed me."

Jiang Cheng's hands holding the steering wheel tightened.

Suddenly, Han Mitang stopped him: "Stop the car." She looked out through the window, and there was a barbecue stall.

"what happened?"

"I want to eat something, but I didn't eat well just now." She opened the car door and walked straight down.

"I'll accompany you." Jiang Cheng quickly parked the car aside, then got down, and sat opposite her.

He never came to such a small stall to eat, and the garbage thrown out after eating barbecue was everywhere. It was a bit uncomfortable to see, after all, he was a clean freak.

Talking about eating barbecue, Han Mitang ordered a case of beer and drank it sullenly by himself.

"If you can't drink, don't drink. Drinking will hurt your body." Jiang Cheng restrained her wrist: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but drinking can't solve the problem. Drinking will make you worry more."

"I just want to drink, you accompany me." Han Mitang broke his hand: "Don't stop me, okay, I want to get drunk once, and I will never do this again."

Seeing the longing in her eyes, Jiang Cheng let go of his hand: "Okay, I'll accompany you. If you're drunk, I'll take you home."

After drinking a bottle of wine, she felt a little top-heavy, but not very strong. After drinking too much wine, she started to talk more: "I have loved Nangong Ye for five years. Actually, after careful calculation, it has been almost six years. , I chased him, pestered him, and when we got engaged, I felt that everything about me began to become better." Listening to her narrating all her things.

He knew that she was not a complainer, but she had endured so much and needed to find an outlet.

On the surface, she looks calm and breezy, as if she doesn't care about anything anymore, and she doesn't expect what's wrong with Nangong Ye, but in fact, she still feels a little bit unwilling in her heart.

"Why doesn't he believe me, why?" Her eyes were flushed, and she felt really wronged.

"Cry, it will feel better if you cry." Jiang Cheng could only sigh helplessly. Why did a good girl become like this just because of one Nangong Ye? She was at a flowery age and had a lively and lovely personality that belonged to her. Instead, a look of sadness.

He thought, Han Mitang should be the lively and lovely type before, honey honey, it sounds very sweet.

When he got drunk, Jiang Cheng sent her downstairs. Because she was too drunk, he carried her into the elevator: "Which floor do you live on?" He asked.

Han Mitang said vaguely: "The fifteenth floor."

Jiang Cheng pressed the elevator on the fifteenth floor, and it arrived in a short while.

After opening the door, there was no one inside. He put her on the sofa, turned on the light, then went to the bathroom and took out a towel soaked in hot water to wipe her cheeks.

Recently, Luoluo and Zhai Lingtian get tired of being together all day long, and often don't go home, so she basically doesn't show up at home.

After Jiang Cheng took care of everything for her, he carried her back to the bed, tucked in the quilt for her, and turned on the air conditioner to a suitable temperature: "I'm leaving first."

Knowing that she would not hear, but he still leaned close to her ear, Han Mitang only felt an itchy ear, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Don't go."

Jiang Cheng looked at her with her eyes tightly closed: "I didn't leave."

At this moment, she is like a wounded kitten who urgently needs the warmth of others. For some reason, he just wants to stay by her side and stay with her.

One night passed, I don't know how many times I tucked in the quilt for her, but she kicked her away, he was helpless, but smiled again.

The sun is always so warm, but the light is always so dazzling, she opened her eyes slightly.

Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt a warm hand. She was startled, and when she turned around, it was Jiang Cheng.

She was beating her head. She drank too much last night, and it was Jiang Cheng who sent her back. It seemed that he was quite tired last night, so he just sat next to her bed and fell asleep.

Seeing that he didn't wake up, she didn't bother him, she got up quietly, looked at the time, felt a little hungry, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Smelling the aroma of rice, Jiang Cheng slightly opened his eyes and walked out.

"Boss Jiang, it's time to eat." Han Mitang looked at him, holding two bowls of porridge in both hands: "You must be hungry too."

After washing up, Jiang Cheng sat opposite her: "I never thought you would have such a good skill."

"The food you cook yourself is delicious." Han Mitang was praised, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Whoever marries you must be very happy," Jiang Cheng said.

Han Mitang pursed her lips: "But many men nowadays are born in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed. I think that when I get married in the future, I must not learn to cook, but learn to act like a baby."

"why?"

"Because a coquettish woman is the luckiest. Look, a mistress will act coquettishly and show cuteness. I won't be a yellow-faced woman in the future." She said so, but that smile gave her away.

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "You are really a ghost." He paused: "You drank too much alcohol last night, so you should rest at home today and go to work tomorrow."

"Okay." She still felt a little uncomfortable. Jiang Cheng told her to take a day off, but she didn't force herself to go to work.

After eating, Jiang Cheng left.

Nangong Ye happened to be returning home at this time, and with a glance, he saw Jiang Cheng coming out of Han Mitang's room, his hand holding the key was unstable.

Jiang Cheng also noticed the existence of Nangong Ye. He glanced at him, curled his mouth, and nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Han Mitang hurriedly opened the door: "Wait a minute Mr. Jiang, your stuff is here."

Jiang Cheng turned his eyes, touched his trouser pocket, and then looked at the key: "It is indeed mine. I threw it away casually last night and forgot it."

"How do you drive without a key?" Han Mitang handed him the key: "Then I'll go in first."

"Go, you were tired last night." It was tired from crying, and his eyes are still swollen: "I'll go first."

It was only after Jiang Cheng left that she noticed Nangong Ye's existence, and her eyes dimmed.

"I didn't blame you." Nangongye said suddenly.

She was a little surprised, and then she understood what he meant: "Don't blame me, that is, you don't believe me." She sneered.

"That's not what I meant." Nangong Ye's words were flat, without the slightest ups and downs, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

"But it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not." Han Mitang left this sentence and walked in, 'Boom! ' With a bang, the door was shut heavily.

Is it so difficult to just believe in you? He would rather not blame her than believe her. Even if there is only a trace of trust, she will feel that chasing Nangong Ye was not in vain.

Nangong Ye stood at the door, clenched his fists, as if he was holding back something.

(End of this chapter)