Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

"Why bare feet? Don't you want to wear shoes? Don't you remember? What do you want?" Jiang Junyue suddenly picked her up and let her two bare feet finally leave the cold ground.

She felt a little cooler and wanted to say a word of thanks to him, but when she looked at him again, it was too flat. Why didn't she think of what she wanted?

It's still daytime. Can she still think of a beautiful man in this ward when he was still injured?

"Fuck you." he punched him on the back. "The wound doesn't hurt? Let me down quickly." if it weren't for his mother's sake, she really wanted to tilt her head at the place where he was injured and hurt him. If he was injured, her color heart still didn't change, the man would be hopeless.

"It hurts. You're my wife. Do you feel bad when I hurt? Do you still fight? Also, what day is it today? You won't sleep and you'll forget when you wake up?"

When Lan Jing Eaton blushed, he bowed his head and said, "put me down."

But he didn't let go. He took her to the hospital bed and carefully put her on the bed, as if the person in the ward was her rather than him, "are you hungry?"

When he said this, her stomach immediately shouted twice. It was only then that she felt hungry and hungry.

"Well, eat. It's kept warm all the time. It shouldn't be cold." he took the food box on the table and opened it and handed it to her. LAN Jingyi devoured it. She was really hungry for what she didn't eat at noon. "Did you eat it?"

"I've already eaten it, but I only ate porridge. The doctor said that I can't make big moves tonight after I leave the hospital. Uh huh, you know."

"What?" she sent a mouthful of rice to her mouth. She looked up at him.

"On the wedding day, you forgot what to do again. Do you want to teach you tonight?"

He came again. Her original blush had not faded. She gave him a white look. "She's still hurt. What do you want?"

"You take the initiative tonight." he looked at her with a smile, and then said calmly.

"Hey, you..." I really want to kill him. She's eating. He told her that.

"What's the matter with me?" Jiang Junyue blinked innocently. "Tell me about it." he said, his eyes fell on his body, glancing over from top to bottom, still with a very innocent expression, "I'm really nothing."

LAN Jingyi bowed his head and said in a small voice, "I sleep with my mother at night."

"No."

"No, it's OK." thinking of her father, she was finally out of the world, and his injury to Jiang Junyue was no big deal. She was really not in the mood to be with him on such a day.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

"Well, then I took the initiative to ask aunt Qing where Uncle Mu was buried. I'll go there myself."

"You... You asked me to take the initiative to ask this?" Lan Jingyi put down the food box in her hand and looked at Jiang Junyue with big eyes. She wanted to eat the man. She was played by him again.

"Or what do you think I want you to take the initiative?"

"You... You..." she choked. She thought he wanted her to marry him. "You bastard."

"However, I don't mind if you take the initiative you just thought about, and I'm looking forward to it."

"Get out..." what Jiang Jun got more and more was that the woman in bed rushed to him and started a fight, but the fight was just like tickling. She was reluctant to hurt him who had already been hurt.

Jiang Han drove from the hospital to the small apartment with an injury. Along the way, LAN Jingyi was immersed in the news of her father's death. This blow was actually great for her. The small hand of Mosuo was holding the brooch on her chest, which was her father's favorite dress in the past. She had no impression of Mu Jinshan when he was young, but her father was his father, The father who gave her life.

"Qing Qing, my mother is very sad." I've been looking for 19 years, but hope suddenly disintegrates when I know the truth. Anyone can imagine the sudden drop feeling, which is very uncomfortable.

Jiang Jun held her little hand and didn't speak.

At this time, it is superfluous to say anything.

He Zhiling's mistake, as a son, he must bear.

The small apartment is here.

The two men went upstairs silently. LAN Jingyi's heart was very disturbed. She looked at Jiang Junyue. Compared with her uneasiness, he was very calm and wrapped with gauze, which made the clothes on him a little bloated, but did not damage his natural aura. This man was always so eye-catching no matter when, where and under what conditions.

"Have you seen enough?" when she looked at him, he suddenly asked softly. His tone was very serious and there was no taste of teasing.

"It's so ugly."

"Well, just have a nice wife," he said, gently dropping his finger on the doorbell and pressing it, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

She pursed her lips and thought nothing more. People stood by his side waiting for the door to open.

It was Li Xuefeng who came to open the door. When she saw that it was them, she immediately flashed out and closed the door, leaving only a gap. "President Jiang, what are you doing here? Jingyi's mother's mood is very unstable now, and she seems to be very opposed..."

"Are you against our marriage?" Lan Jingyi was worried and grabbed Li Xuefeng's hand. Sure enough, her mother's heart was still uncomfortable.

His daughter married the son of the culprit who killed her husband. It would be awkward for anyone.

At the beginning, my mother also said that she shouldn't break up with Jiang Jun the more noisy she broke up, but my mother opposed it.

She understood that she had experienced that too, just a little earlier than her mother.

"Well, aunt Qing has been crying. She can't persuade her. Qin Qin and Zhuang also cry. It's not good to coax her. Alas!"

Before Li Xuefeng finished, LAN Jingyi rushed in past her. She didn't listen carefully when the door just opened. At the moment, through the bedroom door, she vaguely heard a low cry.

She ran quickly, but she really came to the bedroom door, but she couldn't open it.

At this time, she didn't know how to face her mother and comfort her mother after she appeared.

Just as she stared at the door in front of her in a daze, a big hand patted her on the shoulder. Then Jiang Jun opened the bedroom door.

The door is open.

Lan Qing is sitting on a chair in front of the window crying, "Jinshan, Jingyi likes him. What can I do? What can I do?"

"Grandma... Grandma..."

"Don't cry..."

One of the two little people grabbed Lan Qing's arm and shook it gently, but it was useless. Lan Qing sat there crying. She was so absorbed in Mu Jinshan that she didn't even feel LAN Jingyi and Jiang Junyue coming in.

Qin Qinhe Zhuangzhuang heard the sound of pushing the door and turned his head. When he glanced at LAN Jingyi and Jiang Junyue, the two babies' big eyes lit up and smiled with tears.

"Dad..."

"Mom..."

This shout also woke Lan Qing up. She turned her head. When she saw Jiang Junyue, she sucked her nose, "what are you doing here?"

"Mom..."

"If you come in and he goes out, your father won't like him." Lan Qing wiped her tears and looked coldly at Jiang Junyue, "Don't you seduce my daughter again. Jing Yi can't marry you. Get out now. Your mother is the murderer who killed my husband. You are the son of the murderer. From now on, you have nothing to do with me and Jing Yi. Get out of here immediately. I don't want to see you again." Lan Qing's words are not fair. Her mind is full of pictures of Mu Jinshan before his death. She always thinks he is still alive, but she doesn't want to. She has been gone for so many years. The woman surnamed he has lied to her for so long. She hates, really hates.

Jiang Jun stood quietly at the door and patiently listened to Lan Qing's words. When LAN Jingyi thought he would turn around and leave, he didn't go.

He still stood there quietly, letting Lan Qing scold him and drive him away.

"Jiang, why don't you go? Our Mu family doesn't have a son-in-law like you. Get out of here. Get out of here quickly." Lan Qing was excited. Seeing that Jiang Junyue didn't go, she stood up, took a feather duster and pumped it on Jiang Junyue. "Go, get out of here."

Jiang Junyue is still motionless like a mountain, just like a statue, suffering every drop of blue and sunny.

Suddenly, the feather duster fell on the wound of Jiang Junyue.

"Hiss..." he hissed, but only frowned slightly. In the twinkling of an eye, he let Lanqing vent his anger as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, stop fighting. Stop fighting. You can't blame him. When Qingqing met me, he didn't know about his mother. What he didn't know, mom..." Lan Jingyi said, he was going to grab the chicken feather duster in Lan Qing's hand and fight it again. Jiang Junyue just sewed a needle and the wound will stretch.

"Dead girl, smelly girl, did I give birth to you? Did your father give birth to you? You eat inside and eat outside."

One was born by your father, and the other was eaten inside and outside. LAN Jingyi's strength to grab the chicken feather duster was immediately relieved.

Dad, if it weren't for he Zhiling, she wouldn't even remember what her father looked like.

Since she was sensible, no one looked forward to seeing her father more than she did.

She didn't grab it, bent her knees and knelt on the floor, "Mom, when Qingqing knew he was going to break up with me, he ignored me and I ignored him. We really wanted to break up, but it was you who talked about how good he was every day and advised me not to break up with him every day. Do you remember at the time of the new year? He ignored me. If it wasn't for me... I didn't go to the Jiang family's old house with him ... we won't be together later, mom. He really wants to break up with me. At that time, you didn't want us to break up. Later, I also want to break up, but... "