flashy wedding

Chapter 907 Respect our acquaintance! (1)
The boy raised his eyebrows.

He didn't speak, but Emily in front said, "Did you quarrel with your husband?"

sweat!
Do foreigners speak so directly?

Lu Jixiang sighed silently, and said, "There was a little argument."

"He's having an affair?" Emily asked.

Lu Jixiang sighed and shook his head: "No!"

"Oh, that's why he's not considerate enough to make you sad!"

Lu Jixiang: "..."

She really didn't want to answer the question.

"Do you need help?"

The boy spoke without warning.

Lu Jixiang looked at him in surprise: "Help? Uh, how can you help?"

The boy's expression remained unchanged: "I'll help you whatever you say."

"forget it."

Lu Jixiang shook his head and said: "I'm just a little angry, he seems to always have something to hide from me, to be honest, we've been married for so many years, and even had children, but he never told me about it What happened in the past. Originally, I didn’t care about it, but a lot of things happened recently, which made me very confused, so I took the initiative to ask him, but he still refused to tell me, and today he even asked the guards to arrest me Please leave the office, I really..."

Having said this, Lu Jixiang suddenly fell silent again.

She smiled apologetically: "I seem to have complained to you a lot, er, I'll stop."

"It's ok."

The boy turned his head lightly and looked out the window.

When they arrived in Houhai, the boy opened the door first and got out of the car.

Not far away, there was a faint flickering white light.

The young man saw it, and subconsciously frowned, but by some strange coincidence, he turned sideways, and stretched out his hand to grab Lu Jixiang who had just got off the car next to him into his arms.

When Song Jincheng received the news, it was already more than three hours later.

At this time, he was sitting in his living room, and his secretary was standing beside him, trembling.

"Director, our public relations department is already dealing with it. However, there is a lot of trouble on Weibo now. Regarding the matter between Madam and that little star, in just over two hours, the number of reposts has reached hundreds of people. Ten thousand, we are already in contact with the relevant companies, and will be in the shortest possible time.”

As soon as he said this, the secretary stopped talking again.

Song Jincheng turned his head and looked to that side.

The nanny was walking out with Xiao Nian in her arms, and when she saw Song Jincheng, she hurriedly said, "Sir, Miss is crying so hard that she can't be coaxed, and I, I can't help it either."

"Wow……"

In the nanny's arms, Xiao Nianqin was crying loudly.

Song Jincheng frowned.

He immediately stood up from the sofa and said, "Give me the child."

"Hey!"

The nanny nodded, walked over quickly, and leaned over to hand the child in her arms to the man.

Song Jincheng took it over, carefully held the child in his arms, and gently rocked it, his voice was very gentle: "Nianqin, be good."

His voice was low and gentle, just like warm water.

Xiao Nianqin seemed to be affected by some kind of infection, or when she heard her father's voice, she suddenly stopped crying, opened her big teary eyes, and just looked at him so tenderly.

"Miss your mother?"

Song Jincheng hugged the child, and slowly walked back and forth in the living room.

He lowered his head, and gently placed a pity kiss on Xiao Nianqin's cheek, his voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it.

He said: "If you miss your relatives, you must be good. Dad will take you to find your mother later, okay?"

Xiao Nian seemed to understand.

She stretched out her small hand, pinched the man's nose playfully, and giggled.

When she laughed, her eyes looked like Lu Jixiang's.

Song Jincheng sighed. He held the child in his arms, looked sideways at the secretary over there, and said sharply, "Call Madam."

"Yes!"

The secretary nodded, immediately took out the phone, and dialed Lu Jixiang's phone number.

But soon, a mechanical female voice came from the phone: "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

The secretary turned on the speakerphone, so Song Jincheng heard it too.

The man's complexion is not very good.

The secretary looked at him and asked, "Director, look at this..."

Song Jincheng lowered his head, glanced at the child in his arms, and frowned.

"Check where she is!"

"Yes!"

The secretary got the order, turned around and trotted out.

And this time, the other side.

Lu Jixiang was standing on the top floor of a luxury hotel, and she was amazed as she looked at the layout of the room.

"Is this the legendary presidential suite?"

She turned around and looked at the boy on the sofa over there.

"well enough."

He replied lightly, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with a notebook in front of him.

He is fighting the landlord.

Lu Jixiang walked over and glanced at his screen.

At first, she didn't care, just glanced at it hastily.

But within two seconds, she seemed to react suddenly, and quickly looked over again, very surprised: "Didn't you just have more than 1000 happy beans? Why are you almost [-] now? Ah, you fill it up." Money to buy Doudou?"

"No."

The boy's expression remained unchanged. After saying this, he threw a bomb out casually.

"Hey, you can't play this card like this!"

Lu Jixiang hurriedly spoke out.

The boy was indifferent, still looking at the screen intently.

"Hey!"

Lu Jixiang was so anxious that he hurried to the boy's side, pretending to grab the mouse from him.

"what are you doing?"

The boy finally turned to look at her.

Lu Jixiang stared: "You don't play cards like this. Normally, the bomb is left at the end. This is your first round. How can you drop the bomb?"

This is entirely a preaching tone.

The boy sighed.

He was quite helpless: "Am I playing cards, or are you playing cards?"

"No matter who plays the cards, you can't just drop the bomb at the beginning!" She insisted on messing around, and insisted on grabbing the mouse with him.

The boy frowned.

"Go aside!"

His voice is clear, like an ice spring in summer.

"No, unless you let me play this hand!" Lu Jixiang said, leaning over to snatch his mouse.

Unexpectedly, the boy actually stepped back.

Lu Jixiang's hand was originally on his forearm, but when the young man changed his sitting posture, she naturally leaned over too.

Ever since, she just fell into the boy's arms.

(End of this chapter)