Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

Jiangcheng Ann sniffed at the little man in his arms, and a pleasant smell of milk rushed into his nose. He buried his head and sniffed. An Ran felt itchy, and An Ran snorted unconsciously.

At night, there was only a sudden drizzle outside the window. The rustling sound was the accompaniment of the night.

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Ding, ding, ding, ding! The alarm went off so fast that An Ran stuck his head out of his bed and paused. "Is it morning?" I think I dreamt about Jiangcheng Ann last night."

An Ran was so excited that he held his forehead and forced himself to remember what happened last night. Last night? By the way, Jiangcheng Ann really seemed to have been here. I woke up in the middle of the night. I don't know if it was because of the confusion in her mind when she woke up in the morning. In fact, An Ran could see everything as soon as he lifted the quilt.

"Ah!!!! A cry echoed in the room." It was An Ran's voice. As usual, she was ready to get up and change for work, but she found that there was nothing on her. She had no habit of sleeping soundly. Even if she was stupid, she knew that last night was not a dream.

An Ran picked up the pillow next to her and smelled Jiangcheng Ann's perfume. "Damn Jiangcheng Ann, if you go too far with me, you'll run away after you've done your job. Who do you think I am?" An Ran grabbed the pillow in his hand fiercely, imagining that he was pulling Jiangcheng Ann's hair.

After complaining, she still had to get up to wash up and get ready for work. An Ran had the habit of setting an alarm clock early in case he didn't have enough time, so there was still an hour before work.

Picking up the clothes that had been peeled off last night one by one from the floor and putting them in the dirty clothes basket, An Ran took out clean underwear from the wooden cabinet and did not rush to change them. He carried the clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom in the single apartment was small enough for one person. An Ran took a shower and tested the temperature of the water with her feet on. "It's so nice to have a comfortable hot bath when you wake up in the morning! Hmph, qin beast would be happier without Jiangcheng Ann." An Ran spat as he was drenched in hot water.

Then came all kinds of shampoo, shower gel came on one after another, the whole room was filled with sweet air, An Ran preferred to use milk-flavored bath products, which made her body always exude a clean milk fragrance.

Not long after, An Ran came out in a good mood humming a song. She wrapped herself in a towel, dried her hair calmly, and applied some body lotion. "Women, just be nice to me~" An Ran pouted in front of the mirror, mimicking a famous advertisement actress on tv. She pretended to be pretty and her eyes were silky. She narrowed her eyes and imagined that she was the famous actress. Son.

"An Ran, this really doesn't suit you." An Ran said to himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, An Ran felt that he would never be able to please a man, so he curled his lips. Walking to the closet, taking out clean clothes from the closet, she suddenly thought of something and walked to the window with her slippers, kicking and kicking, pulling open the curtains to let in the air outside.

An Ran reached out to the window to feel if it was raining or not, and to test the temperature of the day according to his body temperature. In this way, there would be no mistake in dressing.

An Ran quickly pulled out his pants from the closet and put on a medium-length windbreaker, looking much more energetic. Although An Ran graduated from a prestigious university and successfully entered this prestigious company to work after graduation, she was not a dull nerd at all. On the contrary, An Ran was outstanding among many girls who studied numbers and had her own style of matching things. Many people who didn't know An Ran would think that An Ran studied art or music the first time they met An Ran.

Skillfully tying the scarf and considering the shape, as well as protecting his throat, he took out the rye bread that he had thrown into the refrigerator a few days ago, some butter, a pear in his jaw, turned on the gas stove with his right hand, took the frying pan with his left hand, and made a hand to put the butter in it. "This is the time!" An Ran said with excitement in his eyes. He beat the egg into the pot with one hand and threw the shell into the trash can at his feet. His movements were smooth, like a show.

An Ran made himself a pear sandwich with simple ingredients. In a good mood, he bit on the sandwich and took a bag of milk. He took the bag at the door and was ready to go out.

When he put on his shoes, he saw the shoes that chen qinghang bought yesterday and stayed there quietly. "Mmm... These shoes are quite light, but they are not imposing. Let's wear high heels." An Ran thought about it, put his feet in a pair of beige half-heeled shoes, hung up his bag and walked out the door.

As for the single apartment, many of the people who lived in it were young people. An Ran went downstairs and met the residents upstairs. The residents upstairs were painters. They came out early and came home late every day with big paint. They didn't say much to anyone. An Ran left with a polite smile. The painters seemed to be in a good mood and replied, "Shoes and clothes match." An Ran smiled again and left in a hurry.

At the subway station, An Ran swiped his phone and waited for the train to work. At the same time, he prayed, "The subway is on time. The subway is on time. Don't be too crowded. Don't be too crowded."

Whoosh, the subway station was playing a standard broadcast, and An Ran walked up.

At this moment, An Ran, who had been fighting against time all morning, finally had a moment of relaxation. Thinking about getting off the subway, he had to tighten his nerves and clean up the mess left by his departure from the atmosphere yesterday.

"Hoo." An Ran let out a long sigh.

The quiet An Ran's mind was full of thoughts. Jiangcheng Ann's sudden appearance at night and his disappearance in the morning, what did this Jiangcheng Ann mean? In his eyes, am I just a toy that he traded with?

"Oh, there's nothing in this world that I can trust. Even my own family will do anything, right?" An Ran smiled self-deprecatingly.

While An Ran was in a daze on the subway, where was Jiangcheng Ann on the other side?

Jiangcheng Ann left An Ran's apartment early, removed his little hands from his warm bed, and quietly walked away. "Hey, Ah Can, I'm here. Um, yes, come and pick me up now, right away." Jiangcheng an was on the phone downstairs.

Ah Can was his personal chauffeur, so it was safer for him to pick him up.

Jiangcheng Ann had to be more and more careful with the gossip that was exposed last time. Fortunately, Gouzai was filming an apartment in Jiangcheng, and the small apartment in An Ran had not been exposed yet.

Jiangcheng an wrapped herself up in a coat and wore a wide fisherman's cap. Without looking carefully, she thought that the singer of an underground band was on the street and did not think that he was Jiangcheng Ann.

"Hey, boss, I'm in the parking lot." Ah Can called.

Jiangcheng put his hands in his pockets and went to the parking lot. Sure enough, he saw a car with dimmed lights waiting for him, so he stepped into the car.