Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Jiang Zhuo's facial features tightened, and his slowly opened eyes were like ice flames.

He doesn't like such himself. He always thinks of a woman who doesn't love him anymore.

She didn't love him anymore. Maybe he could attract her, but he saw disdain in her eyes.

Jiang Zhuo put his legs down and pressed a group of inside lines: "call a new one."

People over there seem to be a little surprised, because Mr. Jiang never touches the girls here. Even if he has to drip water when he comes in, he is not interested. They always think that Mr. Jiang is either the same or incompetent. Where are men who don't touch women?

And today, what happened?

However, no matter how surprised he was, he found a clean and pure girl for Jiang Zhuo. She was the best goods in the club and had not accompanied the guests.

The girl named Tangtang is really beautiful, pure and good at serving people.

She knelt at Jiang Zhuo's feet and served him skillfully and carefully. She knew that Mr. Jiang was a big thing here, and almost all the high-end markets in China belonged to him, as did the United States.

If she served him well, she should no longer serve others.

She knelt there, her little face very bright and hard.

Jiang Zhuo didn't take the initiative. She knew what he wanted and worked hard to satisfy Jiang Zhuo.

Until he was bored, then he pulled off her hair and said in a low voice, "what's your name? Let Downey arrange it later. There's no need to come out."

"Mr. Jiang can call me Tangtang." The girl whispered and helped him tidy his clothes.

Jiang Zhuo paused for a moment, then looked at the girl with low eyes and picked up her chin with one hand. There was ice flame in her eyes: "this name is not pleasant to hear. It will be called Mingfei in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." The bright imperial concubine droops her eyebrows and follows her eyes.

Jiang Zhuo's body turned back and thought for a while before he said, "let Donny help you arrange your residence. I'll go when I'm free. Here... You can come if you want, and you don't have to come if you don't want."

Princess Ming knew that from this moment on, she was Mr. Jiang's man.

Although he didn't really want her, he let her wait on him, or he liked this way. Is it a special... Hobby?

Princess Ming left and helped Jiang Zhuo clean up. It's really a pity that her people taught her well.

Just now, Mingming had been served like that, but Jiang Zhuo was more empty both physically and inwardly.

He closed his eyes and thought of a cup of coffee Tang Yao poured on him instead of the beautiful scenery just now.

He doesn't know whether he is doing this on purpose. It's childish and ridiculous.

No matter how many women he has, Tang Yao won't care, just as she doesn't care how many women there are outside pan Yazhan

Jiang Zhuo smiled gently, a little astringent.

On the other hand, when Tang Yao went back, she found that pan Yazhan had returned home and was teasing Nini at this time.

She was stunned, changed her shoes, took off her coat and walked over on the sofa: "why did she suddenly return home."

Pan Yazhan raised his eyes: "surprise you."

He suddenly kissed her on the forehead: "our Nini's mother is going to have a birthday. Come back early to prepare."

Tang Yao looked at him, touched his forehead, and then said wordlessly, "it must be your girlfriends who are jealous again. You're impatient to hide back home. Yazhan, I don't know you!"