Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

"The less there is..."

"I stare, you all step back, and no one has to guard him." he said softly, as if a loud voice would affect the man's rest on the screen. Jiang Jun's narrower eyes look more evil and enchanting.

"OK, those brothers are back."

Soon, Cheng Qingyang's room was outside, but there was no one near Jiang Junyue.

Absolutely quiet.

Quiet, can only hear the sound of breathing.

Jiang Junyue was right in front of him. He gently stroked the man's cheek on the screen. Obviously, he was still across the screen, but Cheng Qingyang's hand trembled slightly.

If time could be reversed, he would rather that the person who saved him was not Jiang Junyue.

However, the person who saved him was Jiang Junyue, which was a fact that he could never change in his life.

A good beginning is the beginning of an endless torture, and I don't know when it will last.

On the tray beside him were the clothes and things Jiang Jun was wearing when he woke up and changed them for him. He would leave.

But he really didn't want Jiang Junyue to leave.

He picked up Jiang Junyue's mobile phone and a text message jumped in front of him, "I'm looking for you. Did you sleep?"

That's from LAN Jingyi.

Looking at the "wife", it was so dazzling for a moment that Cheng Qingyang almost reached out to delete the two words and then deleted the text message.

But after all, he didn't move.

The text message was not opened. He just saw the content of the text message through the screen. Only because the text message is very short, if it is not opened for a long time, it will never be finished.

LAN Jingyi is looking for Jiang Junyue.

He didn't want Jiang Jun to leave.

He has given Jiang Junyue to LAN Jingyi for so long.

He got up gently and soon found a piece of incense. It was lit. It was light and almost tasteless. Only a wisp of smoke began to float in the air. Cheng Qingyang opened a dark door and quietly inserted the incense outside Jiang Junyue's bathroom. The slightly open door let the aroma float in quietly. This night, he would sleep soundly and deeply.

There is no more extravagant hope, just want to wait for him one night, just let the woman let him go one night, the man will hurt himself if he wants too much.

Naturally, Cheng Qingyang leaned back on the back of the chair, and a pair of eyes still fell on the screen. This night, let's live like this, let's do it.

LAN Jingyi didn't sleep all night. She couldn't sleep.

The more Jiang Jun doesn't come back, she really can't sleep.

it's dawn.

Little Zhuang Zhuang is still sleeping.

Children are so good that they don't have to think about anything or think about it. Their task is to grow up. That's enough.

Her mobile phone was quiet all night and scanned Jiang Junyue's room. Finally, she picked up Xiaozhuang and prepared to go back to the guest room. That night, it was as if she had never been to Jiang Junyue's room, as if she had seen nothing. That beautiful girl was her dream. The dream had no trace. She told herself not to tangle with such a woman again.

However, when he restored everything to the original and began to leave, LAN Jingyi's footsteps were still heavy.

"Lan Jingyi, why are you in the lacrosse room?" he opened the door and he Zhiling was haunted. Now, the momentum and appearance wanted to kill her.

LAN Jingyi really doesn't know when she offended he Zhiling. Suddenly, she remembered the fruit Island foam she gave to he Zhiling when she first met Jiang Junyue. Does he Zhiling hate that thing?

"Strong and noisy, so I brought the child."

"Lacrosse, you come out." he Zhiling stretched out her hand to push LAN Jingyi, and then rushed to Jiang Junyue's room.

"Bang", LAN Jingyi, who was holding the child, had an unstable center of gravity and was caught off guard, and the whole person bumped into the wall of the corridor, "wow... Wow..." Xiao Zhuang woke up and cried for LAN Jingyi as if he knew that his mother had been wronged. That voice can definitely be described as loud and clear, so, just for a moment, the old man and Jiang Hanyu, Or all the maids of the Jiang family appeared in the corridor.

"What's the matter?" the old man looked at the little Zhuang angrily with a crutch. "Why does the child cry like this?"

"I......" Lan Jingyi brushed her lips. She really didn't know what to say. Could it be that her future mother-in-law pushed herself?

"Old man, the lacrosse is gone. Hurry up. The lacrosse is really gone. Is something wrong again?" he Zhiling, who rushed into Jiang Junyue's room, flashed out and shouted in panic.

"What's the matter?" the old man was confused. He looked at he Zhiling and LAN Jingyi.

As soon as he Zhiling bent over, she grabbed LAN Jingyi's collar. "You just came out of his room. He disappeared. Did you know? Did you do it?"

Leng Li's voice made LAN Jingyi tremble and hurt. She didn't know. The man didn't tell her anything. It turned out that she was nothing in his heart.

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"Blue girl, what's the matter? Why were you in lacrosse's room last night? And lacrosse's others?" the old man spoke, and his grandson disappeared. He only felt a little stuffy in his chest. He was frightened by his falling into the sea that day and didn't get better.

LAN Jingyi frowned. If she knew where Jiang Junyue had gone, she wouldn't have to wait in Jiang Junyue's room. She waited for Jiang Junyue to tell him about he Zhiling and Jiang Hanyu, but she would face he Zhiling and Jiang Hanyu. How could she say it?

After a little thought, she had to whisper, "I'm afraid of sleeping with Zhuang Zhuang. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I want to find him, but he's not here."

"Shameless women want to hook the lacrosse and climb up the bed of the lacrosse every night, don't they?" he Zhiling forked her hands and shouted angrily.

"All right, don't say a few words. Xiao Xi is crying." the old man took a deep breath and bent over to hold Xiao Xi. Then he said to LAN Jingyi, "get up and see if you're hurt. If you're hurt, go to my room to get the medicine box and come down for breakfast."

"Old man, why do you believe what she said so much? The lacrosse is gone. It must have something to do with her. She said yesterday that her legs hurt and her back hurt, but you don't know how good she looked when she came out with her child."

"Zhiling, Xiaoxi is crying. Don't say a few words." Jiang Han advised, frowned, and turned and went downstairs.

LAN Jingyi's head hurts more and more. I don't know whether it's the pain of being hit or the pain already.

Holding the wall, he stood up and went back to his guest room. In front of the half open window, the curtain was blown up by the wind. It rained as expected.

Jiang Junyue is right.

She picked up her cell phone, stared at his number, stroked the string of numbers with her fingers again and again, as if she could feel his existence. Jiang Junyue said that if she didn't come back at night, she would call her and send her a text message.

But he broke his promise.

I washed my face, changed my clothes, and treated the wound on my forehead. I only broke a little skin. It didn't matter. I went downstairs. The old man was waiting for her to have breakfast. Xiaozhuang didn't cry anymore. The nanny was holding it. She would be happily drinking milk powder. As soon as she saw LAN Jingyi's small hands, she waved them, "Dad... Dad..." the little thing always called her dad, But she knew it was because he couldn't make the sound of "mother", so they all called Dad, "come on, mother."

"Eat." the old man drank it, so that she would pick up her small and strong hand and drop it down.

The more Jiang Jun is away, LAN Jingyi is on pins and needles. However, she has to sit down and have breakfast. When he is away, she feels like a nightmare. She is really sad.

Finally, after picking up the rice porridge in the bowl, LAN Jingyi stood up. "I'm going back, old man. I want to take Xiaoxi back to show my mother." the Jiang family call Xiaoxi Xiaoxi. Xiaozhuang is her name, which is not recognized by others.

"Let's talk about it in a few days. No one has answered the lacrosse's phone. It's not too late for you to leave when others come back." the old man leaned back in his chair tired. For a moment, it seemed as if he was much older. LAN Jingyi didn't disobey him, so he had to stay at the Jiang family.

She was really annoyed with Jiang Junyue.

No matter what, he started to call Jiang Junyue's mobile phone. However, over and over again, all the responses to her were mechanical female voices: the mobile phone you dialed is not answered for the time being. Please redial later.

But I'll dial it later and respond to her like that.

Little Zhuang Zhuang was in front of her, but she was no longer happy.

It turns out that a person's happiness is conditional.

She's happy to have a son, a daughter, and that man.

They are indispensable in her world.

Outside the window, the rain is still falling, pattering and weeping, which makes people's heart feel a little sad.

Where the hell has he been?

When Jiang Jun woke up, he was already in bed.

The round big bed, the soft quilt covered his body, the indoor air conditioner was not high or low, and a suit of clothes was neatly placed at the head of the bed. He shook the quilt and sat up. He didn't wear anything under the quilt. The memory goes back to last night. He seemed to be soaking in the bathtub, and then fell asleep?

Who brought him to this bed?

Jiang Junyue quickly picked up his clothes and put them on one by one. They were brand-new, but the size was just right. They were neither fat nor thin. He pushed the door and went out. A maid stood there, "Mr. Jiang, this is your thing."

On the tray was a car key and his mobile phone, "where's Cheng Qingyang?"

"Mr. Cheng went to the casino last night and hasn't returned yet."

"He's not here? Really?" the devil believed it. He didn't believe it. Last night, it must have been Cheng Qingyang's dead thing who carried him to the bed. At the thought of that man touching himself, Jiang Junyue suddenly got chicken skin all over.

"Really."

"Which casino?"

"Mr. Cheng didn't say."