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

An Ran looked at it with relish. The first few seconds of the disc had been a background picture that was as pink as ever. There were many sentences written on it. An Ran only knew one sentence: "To the love of my life, An Ran."

An Ran studied with an open mind. He simply wanted to know what the rest of the content was about. He searched the internet and said, "Damn Jiangcheng Ann, knowing so much makes me so troublesome."

The answer on the internet was in different languages: "You are the most important person to me." An Ran was hit by the sudden sweetness in the girl's heart. She rolled around on the bed and screamed. She continued to look sweetly in her heart.

There was no beauty in the camera, no filter, only Jiangcheng Ann's 24k dead-end handsome, skin so good that even An Ran wondered if she was still a woman. Jiangcheng an said in the video that she loved An Ran in french, and her voice was so magnetic that it didn't belong to any broadcaster.

If this was considered a confession, it would be the first time Jiangcheng Ann had said something like this to An Ran, not just the previous sexual relationship. An Ran finally felt that she and Jiangcheng Ann were finally not the same as before. Although she really hated Jiangcheng Ann before, she hated his overbearing willfulness and arrogance, in short, how she felt was not pleasing to the eye.

However, in the face of such a small affectionate Jiangcheng Ann, An Ran clearly felt her heartbeat could not be more intense.

After watching the video, An Ran realized that Jiangcheng Ann had cut the ugly daisy one by one. How patient and diligent would it take to carve a whole piece of wood into a flower?

An Ran thought that Jiangcheng Ann had probably really put his heart into her. Otherwise, it would have been something that a bunch of real flowers could solve. Why would it take so much time and effort? At the end of the video, Jiangcheng Ann held the flower in his hand. An Ran saw a small A De wound on Jiangcheng Ann's hand, and for the first time, felt sorry for this man.

"Hello, Jiangcheng Ann?" An Ran called Jiangcheng Ann with a silly smile and a sweet happiness that could not be concealed.

"Yes." There was still a magnetic male voice on the other end of the phone. "How's it going? Do you like flowers?" Jiangcheng Ann couldn't wait to get feedback. He even wondered if An Ran would be happy to give him one or throw himself into his arms, so he definitely wouldn't let go of the meat on his lips.

While Jiangcheng Ann was daydreaming, An Ran stubbornly covered it up and said, "Well, it's good. Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly."

Jiangcheng Ann bristled and retorted excitedly, "What chrysanthemum? It's ugly. It's the little daisy I've worked so hard to make for a long time. Shouldn't it be so beautiful and fresh?"

An Ran held back his laughter and almost choked out his internal injury. Finally, he let go, "Well, it's pretty good. At least I like it very much. I put it where I can see it as soon as I enter the door."

Jiangcheng an grunted with satisfaction, not knowing why. As long as he was with An Ran, he became like a child. He was a little willful and a little coquettish, knowing that someone would tolerate him. Most importantly, Jiangcheng Ann could not smell the money on An Ran, unlike the other women who tried to climb into their beds.

"I miss my little daisy a little. Shall I come and take a look at it?" Jiangcheng Ann said to An Ran playfully. An Ran was in high spirits. When he heard Jiangcheng Ann's childish words, he smiled and agreed.

"I'm tired from working the whole day. Look at our young master jiang's beautiful face. It might help to relieve my fatigue." An Ran said.

With An Ran's words, Jiangcheng Ann rushed in front of An Ran at the fastest speed of his life. When he entered, he gave An Ran a bear hug.

I don't know which sound system is too loud. In the apartment building with poor soundproofing, there is a sweet voice. Music plays an important role in some aspects. Jiangcheng Ann and An Ran are sensitive people. They always want to dance when they hear good music.

With the help of the music, Jiangcheng Ann suddenly blew his whistle gently. An Ran felt that Jiangcheng Ann's moment was perfect like an angel. Yes, he could only use this very vulgar metaphor. He conveniently turned off the light, leaving only a little light thrown from the balcony.

Jiangcheng bowed and a gentleman reached out to An Ran, "Come and dance." An Ran couldn't smile bitterly. She had to wear striped home clothes and cotton shoes. How could she jump?

Jiangcheng an stroked An Ran's calf, tore her home dress to her knees, revealing An Ran's beautiful calf muscles, and whispered, "Come on, put your foot on my foot, I'll take you to jump." Perhaps the night was too tempting, and there was an irresistible charm in Jiangcheng Ann's voice.

An Ran really wanted to do it. The two of them were very close, face to face. An Ran was led by Jiangcheng Ann to give himself to Jiangcheng Ann with ease. He spun, moved, and simple movements became different because of the intimacy of his body.

After some time, the music gradually disappeared, and for the first time in the dark, An Ran took the initiative to wrap her hands around Jiangcheng Ann and hug her tightly.

An Ran said, "Jiangcheng Ann, I always feel that this is not real. If it's a dream, I really hope not to wake up." An Ran lowered his head and buried it deep in Jiangcheng Ann's chest, taking in the pleasant smell of Jiangcheng Ann.

Jiangcheng Ann quietly hugged the little man in her arms, feeling tired and insecure, and said, "An Ran, this is true. With me around, I'm not afraid." Jiangcheng Ann's originally bright eyes brightened even more at night.

"By the way, how did you think of making this kind of flower?" An Ran's logical mind broke the atmosphere with a sentence. Jiangcheng Ann turned on the light helplessly and resigned himself to his fate, and spoke to An Ran.

An Ran saw that Jiangcheng Ann had no choice but to pamper the woman she could not choose. He smiled and still took the initiative to hold Jiangcheng Ann under the bright light.

After hearing the butler's romantic love story, An Ran said enviously, "This woman is so happy." Jiangcheng Ann curled his lips and said, "What's there to envy? I can give you what others can give you. Jiangcheng Ann can give you what others can't give you. I can give you what others can't give you."

An Ran thought for a moment, speechless. Well, there's nothing wrong with what he said, but today is really a sweet day, very happy and happy.

On a sweet night, even her sleeping breath was tinged with sweetness. The little daisy stayed quietly in the corner of the room, as if she was bringing wishes to all lovers in love, hoping that she would be deeply loved on ordinary days.