Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

After escaping from Tang qianrong's room, an Jingxing's mood could not be calm for a long time. She returned to her room. She sat by the bed and took a few deep breaths. Her left chest still jumped.

On the left chest, it was hot, as if there was still the hot temperature in the palm of the man's hand.

No, no!

What are you thinking! Anjing OK, even if you don't have a boyfriend now, you can't think about it. That man is not what you can covet. Have you forgotten the end of Lin Xiaohui?

Even people who have lived around them for more than 20 years can drive away without blinking. The man's stone heart is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

As far as she knows, if that kind of man is not one and the same, he is very playful. Now it seems that he seems to be unforgettable about the old love between Lezhen and lezhu's mother.

A woman like herself, let alone play, is not even a mistress!

An Jingxing, you should find out what is the most important thing now. You must not be disturbed by these irrelevant things!

He shook his head vigorously. An Jingxing took a set of pajamas and went into the bathroom. He took a quick bath and hurried to sleep.

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The next day, anjingxing woke up very early. As soon as she woke up, she quickly washed and recovered. She made breakfast early in the morning and hid in the baby room.

I don't dare to stay outside for fear of meeting Tang qianrong.

When an Jingxing looked at the original books given to her by Tang qianrong in the room, suddenly, there was a low knock on the door in the baby room.

The man would never knock at the door when he entered the room. On this thought, an Jingxing relieved himself and opened the door. At the door stood a big man in black whom an Jingxing had met several times. He looked like the man's bodyguard.

"Miss an, the boss is looking for you."

The seven simple words, without redundant words, are enough to make anjingxing not calm for a moment.

"Looking for me? What can I do for you? "

"Sorry, miss an, I don't know. The boss is waiting for you downstairs. It doesn't seem to be in a good mood. You'd better hurry."

An Jingxing is not sure whether the man remembers what happened after he got drunk last night. Once he remembers, did he remember the last kick he kicked?

Thinking of this, anjingxing couldn't help fighting a cold war. Finally, he dawdled and followed the man to the restaurant on the first floor.

On the table was the breakfast hurriedly prepared by Anjing bank this morning. When she arrived at the restaurant, she found that the breakfast hardly moved much, while Tang qianrong sat in the next seat and looked at the newspaper, a pair of sword eyebrows tightly twisted in his forehead and heart.

He's right. Mr. Tang was really in a bad mood this morning.

"Mr. Tang..." an Jingxing said hello.

However, just as the sound of Anjing jargon had just fallen, Tang qianrong suddenly put down his newspaper and looked at Anjing. His dark blue eyes were completely different from the intoxication and hazy heat last night. At this time, there was no temperature in it, and it could even be said that it was as cold as ice.

"Miss an, just because I give you a job doesn't mean I will tolerate all your carelessness. If you still treat this job like this tomorrow, I think I will also have the right to cancel our agreement. "

Tang qianrong's voice line is very low, with a little cold. There was anger on his face, but he didn't seem to remember everything that happened last night.