New Love: The contract sweetheart is delicious

In the tidy bedroom, except for a big bed, there is only one table and two seats left.

Jiang Jingmo sat in front of the window, his two hands supporting his chin, and his eyes were thoughtful.

One morning, Jiang Jingmo walked out of the villa and saw Tong Wan standing in front of the door. He paused, but Tong Wan didn't respond.

"Let's go." Jiang Jingmo went into the car and told the driver that the car disappeared from the front door of the villa.

Tong Wan put down her work. She turned and walked into the villa, with a listless face.

Anran complacently goes to the seat in the yard. Tong Wan understands that her quiet time is coming to an end and darkness is coming.

Sure enough, within a second, an ran just sat down, and his voice came out sharply: "Tong Wan, come here." Tong Wan obediently walked to her in front, a face of expressionless let an ran more tired.

"Get me an express. This is the address. " An ran took out a note, but Tong Wan immediately thought of the last thing. She let an ran be sent to get Jiang Jingmo's suit. Finally, something went wrong with the suit, and it was all planted on her head.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ann. I haven't finished my work yet. You'd better tell someone else." Tong Wan refuses with a smile. As she turns around, an Ran's cold laughter comes, and bursts of cold meaning stabs Tong Wan's back.

"Tong Wan, I don't think you know who is the master of this family?"

Tong Wan took a look at her and didn't answer. Ann Ranzhi said angrily, "you remember, I'll be the real hostess of this family. You can do whatever I ask you to do!"

Her fierce words spread out, Tong Wan is still as usual without any expression, she turns the pupil, eyes straight staring at an Ran's eyes: "but now, you are not the hostess of the Jiang family, I'll go first."

After Tong Wan refuses, she turns around and leaves without hesitation. An ran clenches her fist in the original atmosphere. Anyway, ah Mo will marry her sooner or later. She is Jiang Jingmo's only woman.

Jiang Jingmo did not return to the Zhaoming empire. The car drove to a wilderness. After the driver stopped the car, Jiang Jingmo had to walk up the mountain alone. He looked very leisurely.

The whole mountain is full of dense trees, but Jiang Jingmo looks very familiar. He comes to the hillside along the path and finds a house with a yard. In front of the door stood two people dressed in black. When they saw Jiang Jingmo, their heads hung down and said respectfully, "boss, here you are."

Jiang Jingmo nodded and walked into the yard. His face immediately became solemn and cold.

"Why are you here?" A strong voice came out, the voice of kelp with a bit of anger. Hearing the sound, a woman in the house came out.

Two people looked at Jiang Jingmo's figure, his eyes were full of resistance. Jiang Jingmo looked at the flowers and plants of the two races in the yard, and gave a cold hum: "uncle and aunt are quite leisure and elegant." There was something playful about the corners of his mouth.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, his eyes widened fiercely and asked: "where is my daughter? Where's my little Wan? " The woman immediately gathered around and said, "you bastard, my daughter, what have you done to her?"

The two people standing in front of Jiangjing ink are Tong Wan's biological parents, Tong Zetian and Chu Xia.

There were obvious wrinkles on their faces, their skin was black, and they had lost all their looks in their pupils. They were despairing.

"Will you let us out and let me see my daughter?" Chuxia's voice went down, with a trace of begging in her voice.

Jiang Jingmo's face did not change. He looked at them coldly.

"Well, if you want to go out, of course, but I can't guarantee what will happen to your daughter." Jiang Jingmo sat on the only seat in the yard, with a smile of evil spirit rising from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Jingmo looked around. The yard was full of flowers, and the fragrance spread to the whole yard. Jiang Jingmo took a deep breath: "it's not good for you two to stay here. You should thank me for my life."

Tong Zetian was his angry grinning, clenched fist is slightly shaking. Chu Xia just looked at Jiang Jingmo's face with longing in her eyes. She asked again, "my daughter, how is she doing?"

Jiang Jingmo didn't answer, and his face was more gloomy. Tong Zetian clenched his teeth: "Jiang Jingmo, I didn't expect you to be so vicious. If you trapped us in this barren land, you will be punished."

Jiang Jingmo's face showed a strange smile. He couldn't sit any more. He stood up from his seat and looked at a bunch of bright flowers in front of him. His eyes radiated a sharp light: "didn't you treat me that way?"

In front of Tong Zetian and Chu Xia can't speak for a moment, you look at me, I look at you, the face is dark.

Jiang Jingmo noticed the faces of the two people. He said with a sarcastic smile, "by the way, you were more than that in those years."

Tong Zetian instant no words, he turned around, back only lonely.

On the way back, Jiang Jingmo did not say a word. He quietly looked out of the window and recalled scenes of the past. Every time he thought about things between them, his heart became mixed.

Back in the villa, an ran sits in the hall, pouting. When she sees Jiang Jingmo coming in from the door, she immediately welcomes him.

"Amo, amo." The gloomy face immediately disappeared, only full of joy.

However, there was no room for anything in Jiang Jingmo's eyes. He was confused in his mind. He didn't pay attention to an ran and didn't notice that an ran put a hand on his arm.

He went to the villa on his own, leaving Anyan standing in front of the stairs: "amo, what's the matter with you..." the voice became smaller and smaller. Jiang Jingmo still has no response, just left her a figure.

Walking upstairs, at the corner of the corridor, Tong Wanzheng happened to come face to face. Jiang Jingmo raised her eyes and saw her figure. The whole person stood in the same place.

Tong Wan's face didn't change much. After Jiang Jingmo's side, she said with a smile: "young master, you're back." Tong Wan has fully integrated into her role as a servant.

She wanted to go on, but her waist was encircled by Jiang Jingmo's arms. His eyes were slightly closed, and his chin was on Tong Wan's shoulder.

"Xiaowan." A soft, magnetic voice came out.

Tong Wan only felt that her body was shocked and her mind became blank. She let Jiang Jingmo hold her and had forgotten what she was going to do next.

Jiang Jingmo's voice is still around her ears, she began to question, such a gentle voice is true?