Mr. Jin, love to foul

Chapter 12 Open the door, let me help you

Chapter 12 Open the door, let me help you

Before Jiang Manyin's face was disfigured, she could be regarded as a well-known beauty in Ancheng's hands. Not only did she have a beautiful face, but she also had a figure with a golden ratio.

So many celebrities and gentlemen are attracted to her proud and ecstatic figure.

Although the face is injured, the body is still there.

The skirt was completely wet, and it fit tightly on her body like a seam. This kind of faint beauty is the most attractive.

Jin Nanci swallowed subconsciously, his mind was full of her shy shouts lying on the bed last night, which made his heart almost burst into flames.

But fortunately, Jiang Manyin didn't see it, and was squatting on the ground, frantically picking up broken glass fragments.

Seeing that Jin Nan tightened his resignation.

For fear that she would cut her hand.

"Manman, what's wrong?"

"Nan Ci, I'm sorry, I broke the kettle."

"Don't pick up the debris, it will pierce your hand, let the servant come in to clean it up, is your skirt wet?"

"It's wet." Jiang Manyin got up, only to find that the skirt was soaked, and the skirt was very unceremoniously stuck to her body, making her body faintly visible.

Quite tempting.

Jiang Manyin's first reaction was to go to see Jin Nanci, and then he came back to his senses, he is blind, fortunately he can't see himself like this.

Then he thought of something and closed his eyes.

"How do you know I'm wearing a skirt?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Just now you pushed me into my hands." Jin Nanci was very calm.

The eyes are still looking straight ahead, as if there is no focal length.

"Oh." No matter how suspicious Jiang Manyin was, she chose to believe it.

"Manman, change it quickly when it gets wet. If it gets cold for a long time, you will catch a cold." Jin Nanci reminded her.

Jiang Manyin took out a long dark green dress from the closet, and was just about to stand there to change it, but then she thought that Jin Nanci was still sitting there, so she went to the bathroom to change it.

The bathroom door closed.

The color of Jin Nanci's eyes changed, darkened and darkened, and finally all emotions were hidden.

Fortunately, Jiang Manyin went inside to change clothes, otherwise he was afraid that he would lose control.

Jin Nanci's concentration has always been very good, but in front of Jiang Manyin, he will be in danger of breaking his skills at any time.

This woman seemed to have more influence on him than he imagined.

Soon, a text message came in.

It was sent by Chi Jin.

Just glanced at it and deleted it.

This is the recent situation of Jiang's family that he asked Chi Jin to check, and the real reason why Jiang Manyin agreed to marry him.

Apart from the fact that the Jiang family needs tens of millions of funds from the Jin family to fill the gap, what is more important is that Jiang Manyin has personal reasons.

After reading the results of Chi Jin's investigation, Jin Nanci was not very disappointed.

Jiang Manyin went in for nearly 10 minutes and hadn't come out yet, which made Jin Nanci a little worried.

"Manman! Did something happen?" Jin Nanci went to the bathroom door in a wheelchair.

When Jiang Manyin pulled the zipper of her skirt, a strand of hair got caught, and now she couldn't get it off or up, it happened to be stuck in the middle, and her scalp hurt if she pulled it casually.

It's really been a ghost.

Jiang Manyin was facing away from the mirror, trying to solve it with her own hands.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Hearing Jin Nanci's voice, she was slightly taken aback.

"Nan Ci, my zipper got stuck in my hair, and I can't pull it off now, can you call a servant to come in and help me?" Jiang Manyin's voice was a little anxious.

"Manman, I'll just help you with this kind of trivial matter, don't bother the servant, just open the door."

(End of this chapter)

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