Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Lang Zheng rushes out of the gate. Lang Zheng, who hasn't been on duty, finds it hard to pass his working hours.

Drive the car of Lang Zheng and leave directly.

Jiang Fanxing returns to his office and calls Huo Hanxiao.

"Stars, what's up?"

"Go home early after work. Don't work so hard. We are not short of money."

"Come back early, so I can spoil you into a princess."

Huo Hanxiao has changed. The former arrogant and overbearing chief executive has become extremely gentle.

Of course, this is only in front of himself, he is like that, in front of others, he is still the original him.

"Han Xiao, I'll be back in a while."

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"She's not happy to see her when she comes back from Paris this time. I think that Dou Jingran is not good at zither. "

As soon as he said this, he heard Huo Hanxiao on the phone. Suddenly, his voice became extremely cold: "Dou Jingran, he dares."

"Don't be angry." Jiang Fanxing knows that his husband also regards Lang zither as his own sister, and even his own sister has to kiss her 10000 times.

He was naturally angry to learn that his sister was not happy.

"So I came up with an idea for her to come to work here."

"I'm not really working. I just want to try Dou Jingran to see if he can pick up the zither."

"But that Dou Jingran didn't come."

"I don't think it's easy to do this."

Huo Hanxiao, on the other side of the phone, was silent for a while and said, "what are you going to do?"

"I'm talking to you? I think it's necessary to stimulate Dou Jingran, so you can't ruin my plan. "

"Don't mention to Dou Jingran what I told you today."

"Before the results come out, don't let the wind out."

Huo Hanxiao believes in his wife. Her ability to handle affairs is not under him.

"I believe you. You can do it. Let it go."

This is Huo Hanxiao's answer.

Jiang Fanxing was very satisfied.

……

Just when Jiang Fanxing was thinking of a new plan.

Lang Zheng is driving and has returned home. My parents in law are not at home because they have a little entertainment.

The light in the living room is not on.

It's black.

In the past, the house was full of lights. This time, there were some exceptions.

Lang Zheng's timid, called Dou Jingran: "Jingran, are you at home?"

No one answered her.

She called again.

There is still no response. It seems that Dou Jingran is not at home.

This makes Lang yuezheng feel very sad. In those small families, his wife works outside all day. When she comes home, she can eat a bowl of hot rice.

However, although she is the daughter-in-law of the Dou family, she still can't feel the warmth of home.

The switch of the light has a back.

As Lang yuezheng walked in, her eyes had adapted to the light in the living room, but they were still hazy.

So she accidentally bumped her knee into the corner of the table.

A thump.

Lang Zheng also sat on the ground, knee pain, tears are out.

No one cares about themselves, no one at home, and I'm afraid.

"Well, well..."

It is said that when a woman is helpless, her name is her favorite.

If this is true, there is no doubt that Dou Jingran is the person she loves most.

Pop!

The light came on at once.

The light is a little harsh, and Lang zither can't help squinting.

See Dou Jingran came over, his leg is still limping, obviously, in Jiang Fanxing's group, that hit is not light.

Lang yuezheng thought that Dou Jingran must have been biting his teeth before he went out.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Dou Jingran's voice has a trace of coldness. Seeing Lang zither sitting on the ground, her tears are streaming down and she doesn't help her.

Instead, a princess hugged her and picked up the zither: "are you still a child? In my own home, I can hurt myself. It's very painful! "

"You deserve it."

"I don't care about you any more."

He is very cold, but his body is very warm, Lang Zheng heard his heartbeat, again and again, like a drum.

"I didn't let you take care of it." Lang Zheng refused to bow her head again. Anyway, she was not afraid now, so she didn't say anything soft.

Dou Jingran trembled obviously.

When Lang yuezheng saw it, he bowed his head slightly and looked directly into his eyes: "believe it or not, I will throw you on the ground now.""I don't believe it." The Zheng of Lang music sticks around the neck.

"I..." Dou Jingran suddenly stopped talking. It was from this trip to Paris that he found that he could not control this woman at all.

Even I can't figure out which link has gone wrong.

Anyway, she's her own woman.

My own woman, I will take care of her.

"You really don't believe it?"

"Well, not at all." Lang yuezheng is very happy.

"I don't want to throw you now. If you fall down again, I won't care about you any more. "

It can be seen from Lang's zither that Dou Jingran has a little bit of strength in the outside.

I can't help but want to laugh, but I can't laugh, I can't break the gong.

"Did you run all day today?" Dou Jingran asked.

Of course, Lang yuezheng won't say it. After sitting in her sister-in-law's office all day, she nodded and said, "yes."

"If you're so tired, you won't run."

After entering the bedroom, Dou Jingran put the zither on the edge of the bed and said to her, "sit down for me here."

Then, just lift the skirt of Lang Zheng above the knee.

"What are you doing?" When Lang yuezheng blushes, she just can't control herself. As long as Dou Jingran gently touches herself, she will blush immediately. I'm afraid she can't get rid of this problem even when she is 60 years old.

"Close the door."

"After a while, my parents will come back and see that it's not good."

Dou Jingran trembled and almost laughed. He didn't understand what was going on in this woman's little head?

"You hurt your knee. I'll give you some medicine."

"No, no, we don't have any medicine at home." I'm not used to playing Zheng.

Dou Jingran turned around and took out some medicine from the drawer.

This makes Lang yuezheng very depressed. There is no such medicine at home. Does Dou Jingran

"Well, Dou Jingran, you did it on purpose." Lang Zheng was angry.

Dou Jing Ran's face was at a loss: "what are you talking about? I can't understand it at all!"

"You don't have to pretend."

Lang Zheng looked at Dou Jingran: "you are at home, but you don't turn on the light. I call you, and you don't agree."

"That table, which you put there on purpose, should be bumped by me."

"Why are you so cruel?"