Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Jiang Beijia didn't have time to take care of those, so he threw the car keys to the secretary, his voice nervous: "Wanwan, where is Wanwan?"

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It was originally placed in the living room, but Miss Mu Er won't listen. If she has to go to your office, we won't dare to stop it."

Jiang Beijia looked solemn, looked back at Bai Mei, who was covering her stomach, and said casually, "Follow me, don't embarrass me."

Bai Mei straightened her messy hair, nodded and followed Jiang Beijia obediently.

Seeing Bai Mei, the secretary was also very surprised, and said a word.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss Mu Er is still in the office, Miss Bai is not suitable for the past, right?"

Jiang Beijia waved impatiently: "Don't worry about her, go up first."

Since his boss said so, the secretary didn't dare to say anything, but secretly sweated for Jiang Beijia in his heart.

This time, the girlfriend and the lover were paired, and the secretary was a little overwhelmed.

Pushing open the door of the office, Jiang Beijia asked the secretary and Bai Mei to wait outside, and went in first.

There was no one in the empty office, Jiang Beijia slowed down and decided that Mu Wanwan was in the lounge.

With a hanging heart, Jiang Beijia slowly opened the half-closed door.

As soon as the door was opened, Jiang Beijia's eyes met Mu Wanwan's.

Taking a closer look, Mu Wanwan was standing opposite, holding the clothes scattered on the floor in her hands.

Seeing Mu Wanwan like this, without the anger or tears she imagined, Jiang Beijia was stunned.

In the end, it was Mu Wanwan who spoke first.

"Brother Beijia, you are back."

Jiang Beijia widened his eyes, stood there dumbfounded, nodded subconsciously, and stumbled.

"I... I'm back."

Mu Wanwan smiled, shook the pile of clothes in her hand, and pouted in dissatisfaction: "Brother Beijia, the restroom is so messed up, why don't you clean it up?"

Jiang Beijia didn't react a little, and explained: "Forget it, I'll clean it up in a while..."

"Oh well."

Mu Wanwan nodded, then pulled out a woman's suspender from a large pile of clothes, and said with a smile, "Brother Beijia, whose clothes are these?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanwan would suddenly ask him such a question.

"Say, whose clothes are you?"

Mu Wanwan repeated the question patiently, but her voice was a little more creepy.

Jiang Beijia wanted to go up and hug Mu Wanwan, "Wanwan, listen to my explanation first..."

Mu Wanwan took a step back with a natural expression: "I'm just listening to your explanation, tell me, whose clothes are these?"

Jiang Beijia sighed, "Wanwan, I... I didn't mean to."

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips, her expression was the same as usual, but she kept holding on to her clothes.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a woman suddenly appeared at the door.

"its mine."

As soon as the voice sounded, Jiang Beijia secretly thought that it was not good.

Looking back, Bai Mei was standing at the door of the lounge.

Jiang Beijia scolded secretly, pointed to the secretary who followed Bai Mei in, and scolded, "Who let her in?"

The secretary was trembling with fright, and his face turned pale: "Mr. Jiang, I... I can't stop it."

At this time, Mu Wanwan put down the clothes in her hand and looked at Bai Mei seriously.

"Is it yours?"

Bai Mei pinched her clothes, gritted her teeth and said, "Yes... it's me."

Mu Wanwan nodded, indicating that she understood.

"It's you...it's you."

Bai Mei was a little stunned by Mu Wanwan, and looked at the nervous Mu Wanwan with dull eyes.

Jiang Beijia, who was standing on the side, couldn't stand it any longer, and pushed Bai Mei away, clutching Mu Wanwan's arm tightly with both hands.

"Wanwan...Wanwan, I...I love you, don't be angry, okay?"