Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

However, she knew for a long time and saw the picture of the woman as early as last night.

At this moment, in order to bow his head to Jiang Junliang, LAN Jingyi told herself that she must not care about his past. She can't go in, but she must express his future one after another every day.

The coffee is still fragrant. The door of the Secretary's office outside is not closed, and the door of Jiang Junyue's office inside is not closed. If someone bumps in

God, LAN Jingyi can't imagine the consequences like that. If she is really caught, where will she dare to come to Jiang's work in the future.

But the more she struggled, the tighter the arm around her, and she couldn't remove a penny from him.

She really wanted to push him away, but she didn't want to.

Outside the window, it was still raining. The rain was intertwined, like two people intertwined at the moment.

In the slightly open black suit, the white shirt neatly wrapped Jiang Jun's stronger body. LAN Jingyi's small hand subconsciously fell on his shirt. Why did he dress so neatly? No, she didn't want him to be so neat. In that way, she could balance.

The little hand untied the button of his shirt, but she couldn't untie it because of trembling. She was anxious and used her strength. However, the strength made his button seem to be on the bar with her, that is, she didn't open it.

LAN Jingyi was worried, "Jiang Junyue..." she roared like a little wild cat.

"Huh?"

"Don't buy shirts of this brand in the future." I'm so bored. The buttons are so tight that she's worried. She just can't open them.

"Ha ha..." he smiled. Although she didn't say it clearly, he understood with a glance at her impatient little face. His big hand held her small hand, and then pulled hard, "brush... Brush... Brush..." one, two, three

The buttons fell to the ground like beads.

Suddenly, the delicate body under her body stiffened. LAN Jingyi was still dyed with charming black eyes, and suddenly contained fog. On him, what she could see was a scratch.

He didn't go home last night.

But suddenly, she saw the fog in her eyes, and her white little hand was falling on his chest and abdomen. At this time, she didn't move.

There, a small piece of red mark was injured by Cheng Qingyang when he was boxing with Cheng Qingyang last night. In fact, Cheng Qingyang was worse than him.

"Yi, I..."

Suddenly, taking advantage of Jiang Junyue's stunned Kung Fu, LAN Jingyi stretched out her hand and pushed. With this push, she almost exhausted all her strength. She jumped off her desk and ran to the door to tidy up her clothes. Fortunately, Jiang Junyue was pulled the button, not her. Otherwise, she would be gone.

Jiang Jun was more and more stunned in the same place. He didn't chase out. He just looked at LAN Jingyi quietly and fled his vision like a refugee. He looked at the door shaking and shaking. Finally, he closed it very quietly.

Damn it, he forgot his "fun" fight with Cheng Qingyang last night, but now he goes to explain to LAN Jingyi, which is undoubtedly black, and it will only get darker, because he explained to her that he was going to make soup with his friends.

Can you make such red marks in soup?

It's exactly a bruise.

He looked down at the shirt he could no longer wear. He suddenly smiled. Only LAN Jingyi's little wild cat would blush because she couldn't open the button. She was so cute.

Jiang Junyue simply pulled off his coat and took off his shirt. Then, he stepped up his slender legs and walked into the lounge in the office. There was a small bathroom in the lounge, which was not big, but very clean.

He withdrew all the shields from his body, and Jiang Jun turned on the faucet directly. For the time being, he didn't think of how to explain the red dots with her, so he put them like this.

Put it down, wait until the temperature drops, and then find an appropriate time to find out everything, and then the water channel will be completed.

The cold water poured on the body, listening to the sound of the patter, mixing with the rain outside the window, and the faint and gloomy smell, awesome, it really rained.

But it also made him feel very bad today. Jiang Junliang was skeptical about what he said, and he had to make a textual research. What should be decided after it was found out.

He's not in a hurry.

Anxious can't eat hot tofu. My grandfather taught him this truth since he was a child.

After taking a cold bath for half an hour, I finally felt more comfortable.

He came out in his coat and trousers and sat gracefully on the big class chair. He leaned comfortably. His mouth and nose were still the taste of LAN Jingyi before he left. It was elegant and fragrant.

Reach out and slowly pick up the phone. The three numbers are the internal number on LAN Jingyi's desk, "Lingling... Lingling... Lingling..." the phone rang seven or eight times, and there was a slow pick-up. However, the response to him is not dedicated at all, and LAN Jingyi didn't say a word.

It seems that he is seeing his anger with him. Who will he see his anger with again?

He was right last night.

What was wrong was that he told a kind lie, but he didn't expect that the lie was exposed too fast, so fast that he was overwhelmed.

After taking a deep breath, Jiang Jun said more quietly, "I'll give you half an hour to go to the fashion store opposite the company and buy me a shirt. Well, go." later, the softer her voice was, she was angry, he knew.

"The company doesn't pay me again, so I quit." Lan Jingyi yelled. She had enough.

The red mark on his chest was so eye-catching that she couldn't shake it no matter how she shook her head.

Lift your legs and go, because he doesn't explain, because not explaining is default.

Then she foolishly believed that he had gone to make ghost soup. What could he make? Was the hot spring soup in the villa in the middle of the mountain not good enough?

Stepping on high heels and stepping out of the office, she quit and allowed him to be a young master. Is she going to be a wronged little daughter-in-law?

She won't.

He has women and she can have men.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Look at the number. She's a dog. She doesn't answer Jiang Junyue's phone when she dies.

He is a bad man, a big villain of Tianzi No. 1.

The elevator is open.

When I stepped in with my legs raised, the mobile phone stopped and rang again. This time, there was only one sound, which was a text message prompt tone.

Looking down angrily, a text message jumped in front of me, "I can't see my shirt in half an hour. Xiao Zhuang sleeps with me tonight."

Shit, he threatened her with his son. Is that his ability?

Hate kicked at the elevator door.

The pain made her grin and breathe out, which eased her.

Son, it's really her weakness.

The elevator went down floor by floor, and LAN Jingyi sighed floor by floor. When the elevator stopped, her mind was full of her son.

Son.

Son.

He is a son besides a son.

Well, for the son's sake, buy shirts for his father.

Seeing LAN Jingyi angrily out of the building, recalling her angry appearance of kicking the elevator door, Jiang Jun smiled lazily. The woman looked angry. In fact, it was very cute.

"Miss, what do you need?" he angrily entered the fashion shop opposite Jiang's building. There were famous brands everywhere. Er, he knew that the clothes were good, so he asked her to buy them in such a place.

But she really doesn't want to buy him such a good shirt. The uglier the better.

"Just look at it." she yelled. Her temper was so bad that she had never been so bad. Just like when her son lost and couldn't find it, she felt very uncomfortable.

Around and around, even the worst shirts here have three or five hundred. This store is a store that rich people can afford to patronize.

The more he wants here, the less she buys here, that is, she doesn't buy him anything here.

Finally, she went out, but it rained heavily outside. When she came out, she lost her temper, forgot to hold an umbrella and ran over against the rain. However, looking at the current situation outside, she must become a drowned chicken when she went back against the rain. She didn't want to be embarrassed anymore. She was annoyed when she thought of the embarrassment in his office before.

Half an hour.

It's been more than ten minutes.

LAN Jingyi misses her son.

If she didn't want her son, she wouldn't buy it for him.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. LAN Jingyi is a little anxious.

Glancing around, buy an umbrella, or someone who gets wet will laugh at her.

Open the backpack, turn over the money inside, go to work with him, and think of him. She doesn't care if she has money. Now she finds that she has no money and no card.

Shit, Jiang Junyue asked her to buy him such an expensive shirt. Don't even think about it.

She has only thirty dollars on her.

There was a grocer at the corner of the alley. He was in the open air, holding a temporary shed. LAN Jingyi ran close to the wall and saw the flower umbrella in a conspicuous position on the stall.

Whenever it rains, the stall owners will put out their umbrellas so that they can sell more.

"How much is this umbrella?" I picked up one and looked at it. It's a very ordinary flower umbrella.

"Ten dollars."

It's very cheap, "OK, I'll take this." just about to pay for it, my eyes glanced at a shirt in a pile of things. The shirt packaging is also complete. It's brand-new. "How much is that shirt?" the bright red color, ha ha, that color is very festive.

"Twenty five." the boss took over the words warmly and sold one more.

LAN Jingyi calculated the money in her bag. "Boss, can you sell the umbrella and this shirt?" she had only 32 yuan in her bag, so she bought this stall to Jiang Junyue. Looking at the bright red shirt, she began to imagine Jiang Junyue wearing it. It's bright red or super cheap. I don't know what his mouth will look like when he wears it.

"Miss, you can add another dollar. I really don't make any money. It's a real price."