Report to the captain: Your predecessor has boarded

Fortunately, it's already night. There are not as many people in the hospital as in the daytime. Yan Sheng is reluctant to drag his little wife who has just experienced a car accident from him. What else can he do if she can only be spoiled? The appointed went outside with Jiang Miaomiao in his arms.

The secretary just sent off the reporters who wanted to find out about the accident owner. He was very relieved. As soon as he looked back, he saw the president coming close to the boss's wife.

Can you cover your eyes now?

I know that the boss and his wife have a good relationship, but you don't have to do this in public!

Come on, you're dead. Someone has slaughtered a dog. It's a single dog!

On weekdays, although the boss and the landlady have a good relationship, they still have some scruples in public, which is not like now!

Is it because she loved the landlady and just had a car accident, so she couldn't bear to let her go?

I can't see that my boss is such a good man who loves his wife.

Jiang Miaomiao put his chin on his husband's shoulder. When he came out, he recognized the man with a disgusting expression. He was his husband's secretary.

So he said hello, "Secretary Zheng?"

"Ah?" He subconsciously printed such a number, and then came back to his senses, sorted out the expression on his face, restored the appearance of the original elite secretary, and said to Yan Sheng, "President Yan."

Yan Sheng didn't think that his secretary was still waiting outside and subconsciously wanted to touch his nose, but both hands were busy holding his little wife. He only glanced over awkwardly and nodded. He couldn't calm on his face. As usual, he didn't have this large pendant on his body and said, "drive the car."

Secretary Zheng nodded quickly, "yes, Mr. Yan."

After Secretary Zheng drove the car over, Jiang Miaomiao came down from his own husband reluctantly, and then enjoyed the feeling of being put into the back seat.

While in the car, Secretary Zheng simply reported today's situation to Yan Sheng.

Because the accident happened on the main road of the city today, it caused a long time of traffic congestion. It was on the city news. The news probably only wrote about the casualties of the accident. The truck driver was seriously injured. There were three people in the car. The driver and assistant in the front row were OK, and the lady in the back row hit her head.

When Jiang Miaomiao had an accident, he was in a Mercedes Benz, and the four 8's of the license plate number were quite eye-catching numbers. After seeing the news, many people had a great curiosity about the identity of the Mercedes Benz owner. The gossip heart of the people was huge. They all wanted to know which lady of the luxury family had such a bad luck in the accident.

However, because it was handled properly and the police and hospitals followed the requirements, they did not disclose their identity to anyone.

Just those reporters stuffed some money and good words to let them go.

Yan Sheng nodded with satisfaction and pressed it gently.

Jiang Miaomiao sat in the back and listened to the dialogue between Yan Sheng and Secretary Zheng. He felt a little tired. He lay on his shoulder and began to yawn slowly.

Secretary Zheng couldn't help looking at the unlucky rich lady in the news in the back row from the rearview mirror of the car. Then, he saw his president's sharp eyes on himself, quickly retracted his eyes and drove the car with concentration.

The car drove to the door. After getting off the bus, Jiang Miaomiao may be suddenly sensible. He didn't want to be held by someone. He obediently led Yan Sheng's hand into the door.

Yan Sheng subconsciously took his daughter-in-law's hand, felt the faint warmth from the mobile phone, and his face became softer and softer.

Forget it, cognitive confusion is cognitive confusion. Anyway, it's good now. There's just a sticky little wife.

Now it's late. Both of them have been busy all day. Yan Sheng called the nanny in advance to have a midnight snack. Yan Sheng asked Jiang Miaomiao to eat some midnight snack first, then wash and sleep. He also specifically told the wound on his head not to touch water.

After Yan Sheng patiently instructed, he stayed with his wife all day. Finally, he could have some time to deal with the affairs at hand. Watching Jiang Miaomiao eat supper, he went to the study first.

Anyway, both of them are already at home. Jiang Miaomiao's sticky strength is a little less. He sits on the table and eats the noodles made by his nanny aunt.

While eating, I recalled the two people getting along bit by bit.

It seems to be no different from ordinary couples, that is... Why are you so shy?

At most, I just hold hands and hug my waist outside. Although I will let go a little when I get home, I don't hang on my husband all the time. Obviously, I like my handsome husband so much and want to grow on him.

Jiang Miao thought, probably worried that Yan Sheng would be bored if he was too sticky.

But today, looking at it, I think Yan Sheng still likes to stick to him!

Jiang Miaomiao took Yan Sheng at a loss today as someone else was overwhelmed with joy, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Since I like my husband so much, and my husband also likes to stick to him, I'm sorry to say, then I'll take the initiative. There's no way. Who makes me the one who loves deeply.

Jiang Miaomiao naturally nodded. While eating noodles, he took out his mobile phone and brushed his microblog. Suddenly, he saw that a blogger in the city sent a microblog on the home page.

"With the new development of the car accident in the city center, the unlucky rich lady was finally discharged from the hospital and her identity was exposed?"

Jiang Miaomiao glanced at the title and almost didn't get stuck by the noodles. After coughing twice, he continued to look down at the photos. Fortunately, he had swallowed the noodles into his stomach, otherwise it would probably spray out directly.

Isn't this picture yourself?

It should be a picture taken by others on the road. They didn't find it. They only saw the picture. At the door of the hospital, this head was wrapped in gauze and hung on Yan Sheng like a sloth. Yan Sheng held himself carefully in his hands. Secretary Zheng was driving the door for the two people.

Although the photos look much blurred, there are all kinds of events. The woman wrapped in gauze at the door of the hospital opens the door in the new luxury car. People with a little thought can react at once.