Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Princess Ming said tentatively, "Mr. Jiang, I see that the bag in Miss Tang's hand seems to be a limited edition of Hermes."

Jiang Zhuo knew something about these women. When she was with Tang Yao, she often read magazines, so she casually said, "it should be more than one million."

There was something wrong in the heart of Princess Ming: "it's from you."

Jiang Zhuo was slightly stunned, and then realized that the girl around him was spoiled, but it was still within his tolerance.

Jiang Zhuo said blandly, "No. She is the princess of Tang brick group. How can she ask me to send a bag! "

Tang Yao didn't want 60 million diamonds. What she lacked was not money, but something he didn't want to give and couldn't give later.

When he said this, it was even more difficult for imperial concubine Ming. Women have a comparative psychology.

If Tang Yao depended on men like her, her psychology would be balanced. After all, she was beside Jiang Zhuo at the moment, but Tang Yao's identity was so prominent that she felt uncomfortable and kept silent for a long time.

Then she asked him, "do you like her?"

Jiang Zhuo didn't deny it, but hummed softly.

The girl who called Ming Fei was dissatisfied and then asked, "you still like her now, don't you?"

"You've asked a lot." Jiang Zhuo was a little angry.

Princess Ming dared not say anything.

At this moment, raindrops began to drop on the front windshield. She said, "it's raining. Let's go back quickly."

But Jiang Zhuo turned the car forcibly two seconds later and drove back to the original road. After a circle, Princess Ming recognized that this was the place where they had started before.

She was surprised and frightened. She finally knew the position of Tang Yao in Jiang Zhuo's heart.

But she didn't dare to speak. She just firmly grasped the things she had just bought, as if she were grasping her own destiny.

When Jiang Zhuo's car was about to arrive, a black sports car slowly stopped in front of Tang Yao. The people on the car got off with an umbrella, hugged Tang Yao with one arm, thoughtfully put her into the car, and went around to the other side.

Jiang Zhuo saw that it was pan Yazhan, Tang Yao's husband.

His face was a little iron blue and ugly. His fingers were holding the steering wheel, and his bones were white.

He felt a little funny. He worked so hard for so long. Everything he got now was meaningless to Tang Yao. All she wanted was him.

He wanted to give her all the world wanted to give her, but he didn't accompany her, so he lost her.

Jiang Zhuo kept looking at the car in front and forgot to drive.

The car behind him began to honk wildly before he came back and drove away silently.

He went to Mingfei's apartment. Mingfei saw that he was in a bad mood. After changing clothes, she silently cooked dinner for him. After dinner, she took the initiative to wait on him.

This is probably the happiest thing a man can imagine. The young girl waited on herself like God, while Jiang Zhuo bowed her head and looked at the black straight hair.

He thinks it's Tang Yao.

But he grabbed his hair and forced the little face to look up, but it wasn't. when he was disappointed, he threw her away with a faint tone: "I'm not interested tonight."

Princess Ming fell aside and watched Jiang Zhuo tidy up her clothes. It seemed that she was leaving.

She crawled and knelt at his feet, grabbed one of his legs, put her little face on his legs and said, "I won't leave you."