Top Spoiled Marriage: Mr Rong's Stepford Wife is a Little Sweet

They are making soup. It can be said that they have spent enough energy to welcome the distinguished guests tonight.

Ji Wuyou has nothing to do. He just wants to see Rong Shenxing as soon as possible, but he can't run to the presidential palace to be important.

She thought it over.

I think I can't just be a frog at the bottom of a well like my previous life. I was accidentally made into a boiled frog in warm water. I don't even know how I died.

She remembers many great events that happened during this period, but due to the time deviation caused by rebirth and the change of fate trajectory, she dare not guarantee that it is correct.

I found some recent real-time newspapers and magazines.

Bored, I went to the swing under the "corridor bridge waterside pavilion" in the vestibule and looked through it.

The corridor bridge waterside pavilion, which was mentioned by Rong Shenxing at the age of 18, has not been changed since then. It changed the original "book rhyme" to "corridor bridge", adding a hardness to the words, which complements the evergreen plants here.

"When the Shuhe river embankment collapsed, the president ordered funding and sent relevant professionals to participate in emergency maintenance." Ji Wuyou read this line and his eyes were a little deeper.

If she remembered correctly, the riverbank of Shuhe river used a lot of inferior materials and made a large amount of bribes due to the corruption of the people sent to repair it, which led to the threat to the lives of tens of thousands of people when the real flood came.

But this is the fate of others. She should not interfere.

I don't know how long time has passed.

Ji Wuyou shook his head and felt that it was not the scope he should intervene. He just wanted to turn the newspaper to the next page. When the swing moved forward, there was a shadow on her newspaper, which was a person's figure.

She looked up unprepared.

Directly on that pair of familiar, deep city government, but disguised as very good eyes.

Ji Wuyou will never forget his eyes. He will never forget that he had no shame when he betrayed himself, the love between him and Ning Yanshan, and his well-dressed ambition.

She didn't move. Her eyes stared very wide, as if to penetrate him with their eyes. She held the page of the newspaper tightly in her right hand.

Jiang Yinian also felt very strange. He didn't look familiar, but how could he look at him with such a resentful look.

He didn't do anything, did he?

After hesitating again and again, he opened his mouth to show his gentlemanly demeanor: "this must be the little niece of Rong Chu's family? I'm your little aunt's classmate. My name is Jiang Yinian. Hello."

He said, reaching out.

A friendly handshake.

Ji Wuyou lowered his eyes and looked at the white hands in front of him. His indifferent expression was complicated in his heart.

Hate him.

No matter how many lives have passed, she hates him incomparably.

Ji Wuyou took a deep breath, calmly put away the magazines and newspapers on his legs, slowly stood up from the swing, ignored Jiang Yinian's hand in front of her, and wanted to leave the next second.

"Hey, why do you ignore people? I'm your little aunt's classmate. You didn't respond at all when I said hello to you. You're a mute?" Jiang Yinian hurriedly grabbed her wrist.

Newspapers and magazines were scattered all over the floor.

He is one of the guests at the banquet this evening, but he specially came in advance to meet Rong Shenheng's adopted daughter, one of the two commanders of country A. if he can get her heart, he can pave the way for the future.

I thought a little girl could be caught every minute.

Ji Wuyou seems to be stimulated by something. His eyes are cold and he suddenly pulls back his hand.