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

Coming back from the warm Island, the familiar land suddenly made An Ran feel warm and uncomfortable.

A few hours ago, Island was a sunny and tropical beach. At night, it was a city building with autumn winds. The tall buildings covered An Ran's sight. Coming back here, it represented a never-ending competition, a battle for trapped animals.

"Oh, I'm finally back. I'm really happy to think of getting rid of all the nightmares." An Ran stretched out on the street in the middle of the night, which made her really at ease.

The taxi at night was like the ghost of the city, haunted by ghosts and ghosts. An Ran didn't have much luggage, so he hugged her and sat in the co-pilot of the apartment.

Compared to Jiangcheng Ann's luxury car and plane, the car looked shabby and shabby, and even disdained by gold-diggers. They felt that riding in this car would make their expensive coats dirty.

An Ran found a little peace of mind in such a familiar environment. She did not need to worry about people pointing fingers at her, nor did she need to bear the humiliation she should not have endured. She took a deep breath, and the delicate makeup on her face was a little blurry.

"It's not easy for young people to work hard in the city." The taxi driver was a middle-aged man with puffy eyes. He was waiting for the traffic light to stop to chat with An Ran. In their line of work, there were countless people and they were very talkative.

"Yeah, it's not easy for anyone." An Ran replied," it's better to come back and feel at home. Go to his english, french, and finnish. Those rich people are just fussy."

The driver felt that An Ran was not dressed like this season's clothes and asked where An Ran came from.

The two of them started chatting in a small taxi. An Ran giggled with the driver's humor and humor along the way, talking about his ideal life, but he kept complaining about the ruthlessness of reality.

At the last intersection, the driver's uncle lit a cigarette and said, "In this world, rich people can only chase the girls they want with the money in their hands. It's not like our era."

An Ran was quite emotional, but his uncle was surprised. He didn't expect the girl sitting in the car today to be very sanguan.

Because the conversation between the two of them was so pleasant, when uncle sent An Ran to the door of the apartment, he said to An Ran through the window, "You are a good girl. If you want to find a boyfriend in the future, you must remember that the one who makes you laugh is the real man."

An Ran smiled and nodded. The driver looked like a warm elder.

When she walked into the stairwell of the apartment building, An Ran found that uncle's car had not left, and it was still lit up until she went upstairs. This was the most humane thing she had ever encountered since the start of her vacation.

Because of this, An Ran always remembered the sentence: "In the future, if you want to find a boyfriend, you must remember that the one who makes you laugh is the real man."

It seemed that she had met a bad person before, and An Ran mocked herself in her heart that neither Gu Yun, whom she had met a long time ago, nor Jiangcheng Ann, who was now entangled with her, had ever made her completely happy.

Back at the apartment, An Ran kicked off his aching high heels and only wanted to jump into bed and bury all the sadness and great unhappiness.

Jiangcheng Ann was still on the plane, complaining to Sun Hang all the time, "Why did you come so fast, now so slow?"

Sun Hang did not say a word, but inwardly scolded Jiangcheng Ann and blamed me. The girl who came with you left first. Of course, I would feel bored and lonely on the plane.

From Sun Hang's reaction, Jiangcheng Ann faintly sensed a sense of unease. This inexplicable intuition made him more certain that this person could not stay with him after he returned home.

As the plane flew smoothly, Jiangcheng an picked up today's business newspaper and read it quietly, not talking to Sun Hang anymore.

An Ran took a quick shower and removed the makeup from his face. Now, calm down and think about what he did during the day.

"An Ran, An Ran, you're such a coward." An Ran, who was applying makeup remover to the mirror, muttered to himself.

It was already very late at night, especially in late autumn, when a thin layer of frost had formed around the window frame. An Ran changed into his furry pajamas with the thermal thief's stick and reached out to close the window.

"Let bygones be bygones. There's nothing more tempting than a good night's sleep." Rolling the quilt into a ball, An Ran slid in like a fish.

At two in the morning, Jiangcheng Ann finally returned to where he wanted to go.

Giving Sun Hang money for this flight in the card, Jiang Chengan found a random reason to send him away.

Sun Hang cary had hundreds of thousands at a time, so of course he wanted to find a good place to play. He also sighed in his heart that Jiangcheng an was a prodigal son and gave him so much money at once. He didn't know this was the last time he could work for Jiangcheng.

An Ran's single apartment was a piece of cake for Jiangcheng Ann. Many times, he was in a daze as to whether he had a wife or not, because every time he came to An Ran, it was more secretive than an affair.

To be honest, if it weren't for coming back to find An Ran, Jiangcheng Ann would have liked that Island guy. He could have played around freely. No one knew him anyway, and most importantly, he could have seen An Ran's good figure.

"Well, maybe this little An Ran who refuses to greet me is waiting for me." I don't know who gave Jiangcheng Ann the courage to make such an assumption.

Thinking that there might be a beautiful scene in the night when she sneaked back, Jiangcheng was too anxious to call Ah Can to pick her up and walked two streets to An Ran's apartment.

Jiangcheng Ann was dizzy when he saw the imposing villa and suddenly faced a single apartment like a pigeon cage.

"Does my woman give her such a house? It's too bad." Shaking his head, Jiangcheng Ann walked into the apartment.

An Ran could smell a familiar fear in her deep sleep. It was impossible. She was so far away from Jiangcheng Ann, so she could still vaguely sense Jiangcheng Ann's breath?

An Ran, who was sitting up in shock, opened her eyes. She didn't want to be lifted up again just after she was relieved.

Look in the room, no, look in the bathroom, no. An Ran's heart was pounding, and his temples were hurting. He lay on the bed without even looking in the living room.

For some reason, the thought of Jiangcheng Ann An Ran made him upset, and with a physiological reaction, he tortured An Ran both mentally and physically.

"Nothing good has happened since I met Jiangcheng Ann, Jiangcheng Ann, you big bastard. If you show up in front of me right now, I won't chop you up." An Ran struggled painfully on the bed with her head in her arms, and spoke unscrupulously of all the bad things Jiangcheng Ann could think of.

Jiangcheng an's face darkened as he listened in the living room.