Pursuit of marriage: cold blooded president love deeply

Although the woman wore sunglasses, Wen ran recognized her at a glance.

Jiang Weixin.

I didn't expect to meet her.

Since the last birthday party, Wen ran was dazed by her at the seaside, they haven't met again.

I didn't expect to meet you here.

At the birthday party, Jiang Weixin, the only daughter of Mr. Jiang, and Han Xuan, the eldest and youngest of the Han family, made a "Yan ~ Wen" incident in the hotel. Although the incident was soon suppressed by the Jiang family, it still had a great influence in the circle.

In particular, Han Xuan still has a husband. Undoubtedly, Jiang Weixin is ranked among the "small three".

Jiang Weixin can't bear such an ugly name, and the Jiang family can't bear it.

Therefore, the most urgent thing about her marriage to Han Xuan is not necessarily Han Xuan, but the people of the Jiang family.

Wen ran heard Shan Ning'er say that the Jiang family had never been so shameful for so many years.

Wen ran felt that she had nothing to say to her, so she was ready to leave without saying hello.

Do not want to Jiang Weixin but a voice called her: "Miss Wen, wait a minute."

Walking in front of Wen ran, Jiang Yan stopped and looked back at Wen ran: "know?"

Wen ran thought that Jiang Yan must have done it on purpose.

Jiang Weixin and Han Xuan have been fired in the circle. Don't you know?

"Jiang Shao, I didn't expect to meet you here. You and Wen ran are..."

"She's my junior sister."

In the face of Jiang Weixin deliberately ambiguous tone, Jiang Yan's answer is more calm.

"Oh, that's true. Miss Wen is really capable. She has a good sexual affinity. There are flower protectors everywhere..."

If this woman just pretended to be polite to her, now she is tearing her face to get in trouble.

That tone how to listen is red ~ fruit ~ fruit irony.

"Miss Jiang, whether I have a" flower protector "seems to have nothing to do with you. You'd better take care of yourself and put yourself on the bed of a married man. I really can't learn how to teach others such arrogance."

Ah, Wen ran just shouldn't have felt great sympathy for this woman.

Say she's capable?

Wen ran, she has no ability!

Although this man is clever, he was wrongly misled by the villain Chu Mo Chen.

But if she had not designed Chu Mo Chen, Chu Mo Chen would not have done so.

It's called stealing chicken doesn't eat rice.

Poof!

She seems to compare a president to a chicken!

Sweat dada!

Fortunately, the president didn't know. Or I'll strangle her!

Wen Ran's words undoubtedly infuriated Jiang Weixin. She raised her arm and slapped her.

"Wen ran! I finished this picture today, thanks to you

Jiang Weixin, who has lost her mind, grits her teeth to vent her anger towards Wen ran.

But Jiang Weixin's "flower protector" is a little far away. When Jiang Yan turns back to Wen Ran's side like the wind, the slap has already fallen on her face.

The left face suddenly burning pain, very uncomfortable.

"Wenran, are you ok?" Jiang Yan Mou color is very heavy stare at Wen Ran's red cheek to ask.

Obviously, I blame myself for letting Wen ran get slapped here.

Wen ran shook his head, holding a breath in his heart, but he had no impulse to fight back.

She doesn't want to slap me in the corridor.

It's just that I got a slap for nothing without any reason, and I'm holding my breath in my heart, which is hard to release.

"Thanks to me? What did I do to you? Jiang Weixin, I didn't even look for you. You've made me dizzy at the seaside. Now you have a point? "

"You mean to tell me..."

That night was the beginning of a nightmare for Jiang Weixin.

In one night, the happiness she was looking forward to completely collapsed, and instantly changed.

"You can't blame others today. You deserve it!"

Wen ran interrupted her sharp words, disgusted to leave this sentence, and walked around her.

She didn't want to get entangled with this woman any more.

He couldn't fight Chu Mo Chen and Han Xuan, so he threw his anger on her head?

She looks like a big wrongdoer!

Jiang Yan followed Wen ran and took out his mobile phone to report to the police.

The police may not be in charge of such trifles, but Jiang Yan is the one who called. When he spoke, he would sell him face.

Even if it was a routine question, Jiang Weixin would be invited to sit in the police station for 24 hours.

Wen ran wanted to say it, but when it came to his mouth, he stopped again.

Why not.

Since Jiang Yan wants to teach that woman a lesson, why is she acting like a good person here!Jiang Yan has never been an impulsive person. Since he called the police, he must not be afraid of Jiang's troubles.

"Thank you."

Jiang Yan hung up the phone, a look back, on the warm but moist eyes.

He looked down at her swollen left face with a deeper look of shame: "I should say I'm sorry."

Facing Wen Ran's thanks, he felt guilty.

He was beside her and let the woman slap her.

"What can I do for you? Who would have thought that woman would be such a shrew. " Give it back, miss. It's not soft to start.

"I'm not qualified as a flower protector." Jiang Yan said bitterly.

This words a, Wen ran Pu of smile.

The corners of the mouth pull out to wipe curved radian, involving some pain.

When the elevator arrived, Jiang Yan asked her to go first, as if she really had the appearance of a flower protector.

Wen Ran's depressed mood is much better.

Jiang Yan sent her downstairs, repeatedly asked: "remember to use a hot towel to apply."

"Remember, remember, will remember Don't forget, I'm a woman. What women care about most is this face. How can they not remember it? "

Wen ran relaxed tone, deliberately said jokingly.

After getting out of the car, Wen ran lowered his head. Jiang Yan, who lowered the window, waved: "goodbye, elder martial brother."

"Goodbye."

"When you go to B city in the future, remember to contact me."

"I may not have many chances to go to B city, but if you come back to Nancheng, you can contact me."

Wen ran Leng Leng, then nodded, said: "good."

Life always has to experience too many departures, and every time, Wen ran tells himself, no matter whether there is a future or not, don't look back.

Because the look back, always appears particularly sad.

She would rather be remembered by her posterity is her smiling eyes, rather than the parting moment of forced smile.

Wenran, walking towards the entrance of the unit with his head down, didn't notice a spark in the dark.

Just entered the unit, the body was pulled.

"Is it Chu Mo Chen who just sent you back?"

Han Xuan's voice sounded overhead.

This scene makes people feel very familiar, and that familiar with a cold.

This is not the first time that he has been blocked in the unit.

"Who is it? Does that matter to you?"

Wen Ran's voice was calm.

In her eyes, the man had no qualification to question him.

Han Xuan lost half of the cigarette burning in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on her. The smell of smoke on him made Wen ran frown.

As she said, it doesn't matter.

Now what's important to her?

His hand touched her cheek, but he didn't want to touch it. She was shocked.

Han Xuan's hand meal, eyebrows slightly a pick, staring at her left face: "face how?"

He reached for her chin and frowned. He looked closer at her swollen left face and said, "who's playing?"

When Han Xuan's serious tone comes to his ears, Wen ran suddenly feels ironic.

Is he concerned about himself?

She flicked his hand away, looked up and said with a smile, "that's the one you're going to marry Fiancee. "