Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 270 The shirt has shrunk?
20 Nan Jin touched her nose in embarrassment, so it turned out to be the case.

"Let's talk about this later, let it take its course."

Du Lerong nodded, "Well, let's agree, if I have a child, I will be a godmother regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, so you've robbed me of my man's compensation."

Nan Jin almost said "bah", who might have snatched whose man.

From the moment she was born, Tong Junhao was destined to be her man in this life.

Although she only found out about this recently, and if Tong Junhao hadn't come to her at that time, or the Tong family didn't want to fulfill this promise, there wouldn't be her and Tong Junhao now.

Subconsciously touching the white jade on her neck, she pursed her lips and smiled, who said fate doesn't exist.

Bringing this topic up vaguely, the two chatted for a while before Nan Jin went upstairs to find Tong Junhao, while Du Lerong went home to rest.

Seeing her push the door open, Tong Junhao glanced at her and continued to lower his head and busy. At first, Nan Jin thought he couldn't speak, but Tong Junhao said, "Have you talked?"

"How do you know?" Nan Jin opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Tong Junhao snorted, "I don't know what's on your mind."

"Oh, that's it." She moved forward calmly, propped her arms on the table and lay in front of Tong Junhao, "Then Tong Sanshao, guess what I'm thinking now?"

"Me." Tong Junhao replied without raising his head.

Nan Jin stopped, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"In front of your magnificent husband, do you still think about others?"

Depend on!
So shameless!

Nan Jin rolled her eyes, simply pulled away the chair and sat down, waved her hands casually, and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes, I was thinking of you."

Tong Junhao nodded to express his satisfaction, then quickly looked up at her, "Thank you, Jin."

"What?" His voice was too low and too fast, so that Nan Jin couldn't react.

"If you didn't hear it, then you didn't hear it." He sighed faintly, and didn't repeat what he said just now.

Nan Jin blinked, although he heard it, but what did he mean?
At this time, Tong Junhao took the tablet and handed it to her, "Go to Weibo and check it out."

"Swiping what?" Nan Jin was puzzled, not only what Tong Junhao said, but what surprised her the most was when did Tong Junhao also check Weibo?You know, it is said that this person didn't even send text messages before.

Sure enough, she taught well.

Giving herself a full score in a serious manner, Nan Jin opened Weibo.

Tong Junhao glanced at her inexplicably, the corners of his lips curled up slowly, he could see that he was in a good mood.

Nan Jin casually swiped through Weibo, didn't find anything unusual, simply put down the tablet, and said to Tong Junhao: "There is nothing on Weibo."

"Yes." Tong Junhao spat out a word lightly, tapped the interface a few times with his long finger, and Nan Jin saw that an interface had opened.

She froze for a moment, then looked at Tong Junhao subconsciously, Tong Junhao raised his chin, "You read that right."

"Fuck, what's going on?" She opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Hold the tablet with both hands and stare at the content on it.

It is said that it is the content, but most of them are some photos, but these photos are all her photos.

There are photos of her performing at the benefit performance, and photos of her interacting with the children, all kinds of photos, almost all the photos of the benefit performances she participated in during this period.

The hairs all over Nan Jin's body stood up, and she stared at Tong Junhao in horror, "What are you doing?"

Tong Junhao narrowed his eyes, "Yes."

"Why didn't you say hello to me before you did it? If I saw it myself, I might be scared to death. Do you still want a wife?" Nan Jin rubbed her arms and broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Nan Jin was serious, Tong Junhao couldn't help but put down his pen, and pulled Nan Jin around the desk to pick her up, "Of course my wife wants it, but it's just a small surprise. Seeing how scared you are."

"Surprise, I think it's a shock?" Nan Jin whispered, immediately squinted her eyes, and grabbed Tong Junhao's hand, "Tell me, do you send someone to follow me every time I go out for charity performances, or you How come there are so many photos?"

"Jin, you forgot, the organization of your charity performances is very formal, of course this kind of group photo is inevitable."

"Oh, that's how it is." Nan Jin breathed a sigh of relief, hugged his neck and smiled, "Don't be angry, anyone you want to be followed like a pet will be angry."

Tong Junhao hummed, noncommittal, but narrowed his eyes again where Nan Jin couldn't see, flashing a hint of ruthlessness.

He rubbed Nan Jin's waist and asked in a low voice, "Happy?"

"of course."

"Then how are you going to thank me?"

Nan Jin narrowed her eyes, "How do you want me to thank you?"

The man lowered his head, whispered a word in her ear, and was pushed away by Nan Jin in the next moment.

Her face was flushed, and her clever eyes hardly dared to fall on him.

This man is simply!

"Why are you shy? Hasn't there been a **** since ancient times?" She plucked the long hair on the side of her ear, and a wet and hot kiss was printed on Nan Jin's earlobe. She shivered subconsciously, but was caught Tong Junhao hugged him even tighter.

After confirming that it was Tong Junhao who did it, Nan Jin became in a good mood. She held the tablet and looked at those photos over and over again. With the following short introduction, she felt that this was the greatest affirmation of her life in the past 20 years. .

On the contrary, Tong Junhao's complexion became not very good, and he fiddled with the phone several times in a row, but he didn't know what he was doing.

After a while, Nan Jin put the tablet aside, picked up the phone and made a call, "Yes, it's me, butler Li, who will help me prepare the vegetables for the evening, yes, it is written in a booklet on the coffee table in the living room, okay of."

Tong Junhao hooked the corners of his lips, touched his stomach, and suddenly raised his head, "Jin, have I gained weight?"

I used to wear a loose shirt, but now it is a little tight.

Nan Jin was stunned for a moment, Tong Junhao's magnanimous and graceful appearance immediately appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help shaking his head, "No."

"Still saying no?" Tong Junhao stood up and stretched his body, confirming again that the shirt had lost weight.

Nan Jin also blinked, "Huh? Jun Hao, your shirt has shrunk?"

Tong Junhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, who ever heard that a shirt worth tens of thousands of dollars would shrink.

There is only one possibility, that is, he is fat.

"It's not that the shirt has shrunk, it's that I've gained weight." He pulled the shirt with his hand, then pointed to Gui Jin, "It's all thanks to you."

Nan Jin: "..."

Her eyes are piercing, and she gets fat every two days after eating a meal made by herself?
"Why didn't I?" Nan Jin looked at her body, it was obvious that the two of them ate the same meal, Tong Junhao was fat, there was no reason she wasn't fat.

"I want to know too." Tong Junhao squinted his eyes, as if dissatisfied with this reality.

(End of this chapter)