Dote on the wife first: President, love after marriage!

Chapter 54
"Those who are married, don't think about your natal family every day. You should think more about how to please your husband and serve your in-laws. But seeing how timid you are, you can't do anything well."

Hearing the sound of the car, An Qing'er kept her critical gaze on me, as if she wanted to change my mind.

Holding the bag with a guilty conscience, I bowed my head to listen to her reprimand.

"Okay, seeing you look like a pissed off daughter-in-law, I feel blocked, so go in and clean up, and follow me to the airport."

"Are you going back to Vancouver?"

"We won't go back. We will live with my brother in Wencheng from now on. My mother is going to take you to Hong Kong."

"What are you going to do in Hong Kong?" Jiang Linlin once mentioned when she was hospitalized in a car accident.

"Don't worry about this, just clean it up, let's go back quickly."

An Qing'er urged impatiently.

"I don't have a passport for Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan."

"You don't go to Hong Kong to scan the goods. Hey, why did I forget this." An Qing'er paced anxiously, muttering to herself, "In two days, Mo Yan will be back. Never mind, Linlin give her your ID."

"Can this work? There is too much difference between us in length."

"Yeah, this... it won't work." Although I thought that An Qing'er would not harm me, our two magnetic fields repelled each other, and we resisted going to such a far place alone with her from the bottom of our hearts.

"No matter how bad the foundation is, I won't support three or two cosmetics."

An Qing'er smeared my face seriously, and took me to the airport with a firm attitude.

As the plane took off, my heart was suspended. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window was, it couldn't dispel the worries and doubts that lingered in my heart. I called Jiang Moyan when I was thinking about whether to get off the plane.

"Don't cry with a mournful face, I am your mother-in-law, will I harm you?"

An Qing'er, who disliked me anyway, taunted me countless times along the way, and I have already automatically developed an immune system.

When we arrived in Hong Kong, night fell and the lights came on. The bustling city shrouded in neon lights was so beautiful.

An Qing'er kept making phone calls as soon as she got off the plane, her sweet and soft voice seemed to exude a grinding coquettishness.

The old dean, Jiang Moyan, An Qing'er, and Jiang Linlin's family of four standing together is definitely an unharmonious family combination apart from their good looks.

"Hurry up if you don't go, it's all your fault for taking such a long time. It's all right now. People say that we won't entertain guests today. We can only wait for tomorrow."

An Qing'er hurriedly stopped the car with her high heels on, and took me to the hotel.

"Ah...Mom, who do you want to take me to see?" The mystery made my already restless heart even more anxious.

"I'll find out tomorrow. If you don't know the place, try not to come out at night!" An Qing'er stopped walking just as the ten-centimeter heel hit the ground, "Be careful not to mess up the makeup on your face when you take a shower , I don’t have time to help you with it tomorrow. Well, let’s go in.”

The hotel room is very spacious, exuding a faint fragrance of jasmine, without An Qinger's taunting magic voice, she feels a little more relaxed, sitting on the sofa and pressing her aching temples.

Maybe I was too nervous all the way, and I fell into a deep sleep after a while.

I vaguely heard someone knocking on the door, and I got up lazily.

The waiter said that An Qing'er asked me to go to the restaurant for dinner. I just had breakfast and my stomach was already on the back. I took the room card and locked the door and followed the polite waiter to the restaurant.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the restaurant was a little quiet, and I didn't see An Qing'er when I looked around.

"Ms. An called room service, and she has ordered food for you."

After swallowing the last bite of steak, he remembered that there was still one important thing to do, so he hurriedly put down the knife and fork, and went back to the room.

I nervously carried my bag and rushed into the bathroom in the bedroom, following the instructions on the packing bag, carrying out every step with my heart pounding, anxiously waiting for the result.

The irregular beating heart seemed to be jumping out of the chest cavity.

In just 5 minutes, my heart was like a volcano in a pot of oil. The oxygen in the narrow bathroom seemed not enough for me to breathe. I opened the door and paced in the spacious bedroom.

The thoughts in my head were mixed, as if they were about to explode, and I couldn't bear this inhuman torture, so I lifted the quilt and wanted to get in.

After a gust of wind was blown by the quilt, I suddenly opened my eyes wide, the feather quilt slipped off my hand, and tightly covered my mouth with the other hand, swallowing the scream that was about to slip out of my mouth, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on my forehead in an instant, my steps were sloppy, Step back a little bit.

(End of this chapter)