Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 58 Hibiscus, We Are Not Opponents at the Negotiation Table

Nanjin's red sweatshirt was stained with obvious white. According to Tong Junhao's understanding, it was embellished with something called noodles.

Not only that, she had stains on her hands, face, and even her hair, but the person concerned didn't seem to notice it.

"You go upstairs to take a shower and rest, I'll be fine here soon." Nan Jin left a sentence, turned around and went back to the kitchen, leaving only the shadow of a flicking ponytail.

Tong Junhao twitched the corners of his mouth, but obediently went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes.

Not long after, Nan Jin came out of the kitchen, walked upstairs with a tray in her hand, and when she was about to step up the steps, she asked, "Where's sir?"

Butler Li smiled, "Sir is in the bedroom."

Nan Jin was fine, and went up to the second floor with the tray.

When Nan Jin entered the door, Tong Junhao was talking on the phone. She put the tray directly on the coffee table, and the porcelain bowl and glass collided with each other, making a crisp crashing sound. Tong Junhao turned his head and saw Nan Jin mouthing to him to eat.

Smiling slightly, Tong Junhao hung up the phone, his swarthy eyes faded from the coldness and looked shiny, more masculine than usual.

"Eat something?" Nan Jin scratched her head, shaking off a little red on her face, "Try to see if sister's craftsmanship is perfect?"

Tong Junhao twitched his lips and sat down on the sofa. It was a bowl of ordinary hand-rolled noodles, and Tong Junhao was not in a hurry to eat it.

He raised his hand to support Nan Jin's face, and stretched out his hand to wipe off the little white marks on her face. He was a little careless and absent-minded, but the movements of his hands seemed casual, but they didn't hurt her at all.

Nan Jin stared blankly at him, not knowing how to react for a while.

With a big question mark in his head, shouldn't he give her such tender eyes?

Before she could react, the man withdrew his hand, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a strand of noodles and started eating.

Tong Junhao was really hungry. He didn't like plane meals. He had only drank a few cups of coffee on the plane for more than ten hours. A bowl of Nan Jin's hand-rolled food was like rain in time for him.

"It's delicious." Tong Junhao praised after taking a bite of the noodles.

Ms. Nan beamed with joy, "That's right, it doesn't depend on anyone's craftsmanship."

Tong Junhao finished a bowl of noodles non-stop, the etiquette is still so elegant, but the speed is several times faster than usual, which shows that he is very hungry.

"Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll cook another bowl for you." Nan Jin said involuntarily, but after she finished speaking, she realized that she had been staring at him while he was eating, and she felt extremely embarrassed.

The man raised his eyebrows, put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, "Enough."

"Need some water?"

"a cup of coffee."

"..." You're welcome!
Nan Jin went out with a tray, and came in a few minutes later with an extra cup of coffee in her hand, and put it in front of Tong Junhao. Nan Jin slowly sat down on the tea table, with a kraft paper bag in hand.

Tong Junhao took a look, but didn't speak. After arranging the work, a cup of coffee was finished, and then he raised his head to meet Shang Nanjin's gaze.

"All right?"

"Ah."

"So shall we talk?"

"Talk about what?"

Open the contents of the kraft paper bag, there are checks, notes, and IOUs, except for the ointment for bruises.

Tong Junhao watched casually, but still didn't speak.

There was a coffee table about one meter between the two, and that coffee table was like a clear dividing line, he was at this end and she was at the other end.

Nan Jin pushed the check and the IOU forward, "Tong Junhao... Ah!"

She couldn't help but yelled and grabbed Tong Junhao's arm tightly. In the next second, she jumped over the one-meter-wide coffee table and landed on Tong Junhao, and slapped him fiercely, "Tong Junhao, you What are you doing?"

"Nan Jin, we are husband and wife, not opponents at the negotiating table."

What's more, they always reminded him of their beginning. She sat across from him with an aisle between them. She married herself to him in such an opposing situation.

Regarding this, Nan Jin just hooked the corners of her mouth ironically, and didn't say anything.

The body was pressed against him and unable to move, Nan Jin had no choice but to say: "Do you know that I went to participate in the competition?"

"I know." Tong Junhao neither lied nor concealed, he was very frank.

In this way, Nan Jin didn't know what to say, she couldn't even ask the question of are you spying on me, looking at Tong Junhao's gaze, she even wanted to stop asking.

After a long time, he pinched her chin, "What's wrong?"

Trying not to look at Tong Junhao's peerless face, Nan Jin moved her legs and said cautiously: "Shall I sign an IOU for you?"

She had never heard of negotiating with others when signing an IOU. Looking at Tong Junhao's expression, Nan Jin felt that it seemed a little darker, but he didn't lose his temper, just looked at her.

Seeing this, Nan Jin said again: "I don't want the document you asked Xin Te to help me, you should destroy it."

"..." There was still no sound.

In fact, Nan Jin would not accept that document. He could imagine it, and he could also imagine that she would be entangled when she saw the IOU and the check, but she never thought that she would discuss with him whether to sign the IOU.

He moved Nan Jin's body and asked her to sit on his lap, facing him directly, "Nan Jin, who do you think you are?"

who?
Nan Jin didn't want to admit that he was her husband, the most legitimate husband. She wanted to say that they were just a relationship of interest, and she wanted to tell him that they would not love each other, but these were not what Tong Junhao wanted to hear.

Sigh, anything but a sigh.

The man's heartbeat was close at hand, one after another, she didn't speak and he didn't force her, but she calmed down amidst the steady and powerful heartbeat.

When she looked up again, Nan Jin's eyes were filled with calm, "I am your wife."

Even if I don't want to admit it anymore, I am your husband.

Tong Junhao's arm tightened, and then slowly loosened. There was a thin wet|moist feeling in the palm of his hand, but there was no expression on his face.

"Then why sign it?"

You are my wife, and what is mine is yours. It is only natural for me to do anything for you, why not accept it?
Nan Jin lowered her head slowly, and said in a low voice, "Tong Junhao, I can't..."

"Why not?"

"That'smine……"

"Nan Jin, don't forget, we are husband and wife."

"..."

"If you feel that you owe a debt, use yourself to pay off the debt. Use your heart to fill me here."

"I……"

"Shh, don't talk," the man pressed his finger on her lips, "Hin, if you don't give, you will never know when the relationship started, so don't refuse."

Nan Jin didn't refuse, and she couldn't refuse, but in the end, she kept that IOU forever and reminded herself all the time.

(End of this chapter)