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

"Oh, it's finally over, but I still can't get used to it." An Ran told Jiangcheng an that they had retreated behind the scenes by now. The sweat behind An Ran was dripping and it was hard.

Jiangcheng Ann looked at An Ran's bare calves. An Ran was still wearing high heels. This swollen and painful man couldn't understand it. Jiangcheng Ann quietly asked the staff to find a pair of flats.

"No matter how high you wear, you won't be higher than me. Just give up. This kind of shoe is more suitable for dwarves like you." Jiangcheng Ann handed An Ran the flat soled grandmother's shoes that the staff had found.

Jiangcheng Ann in front of him, who was dealing with the gossipy reporters in the afternoon, was already very bitter. She was holding the girl's shoes with delicate bones. An Ran said it was fake not to be moved.

"Jiangcheng Ann, did you treat me so well because of a lover contract?" The lack of confidence in An Ran's bones led her to ask this question, feeling that she was not worth being treated so well by anyone. Besides, Jiangcheng Ann and she had always disliked each other and couldn't get rid of each other.

Speechless, Jiangcheng said, "Isn't it enough to be asked all afternoon? Now I want you to ask?"

In fact, Jiangcheng Ann's heart was guilty, but she still did not dare to face this true feelings.

An Ran put on her flats and felt a sense of down-to-earth happiness. She bounced around on the ground and said with her high heels in her hands, "If you force it, you don't have to be so nice to me."

"An Ran, don't you understand?" Jiangcheng was so excited that he almost said something he shouldn't have said, "Now that you have signed the contract, you must have the spirit of the contract."

Even Jiangcheng Ann himself was disgusted by this stiff turn. What are you talking about?

He did not want to listen to this woman's nonsense anymore. Maybe he would listen to her say some strange metaphor after a while. He obviously liked this woman. Why didn't she understand? Did he ask first young master Jiang to take the initiative to confess? He hasn't made up his mind yet, so let's consider it an inspection of An Ran during this contract.

"Hello? Why did you leave me behind?" An Ran ran behind, looking a little funny.

Jiangcheng Ann stopped helplessly and said, "It's annoying to have short legs." With disgust in her mouth, she slowed down and waited for An Ran.

An Ran caught up with him, and even if he kept jabbering, he didn't know where he got so many words. He fell out like a full stomach of beans.

As An Ran continued to speak, Jiang Chengan and An Ran got into the car and went straight back to the The jiang family, not daring to go anywhere.

"Young master is back?" An Ran's nerves tightened when the housekeeper said something lightly. She knew that everyone except Jiangcheng Ann was more or less hostile to her.

"Yes." Jiangcheng Ann answered coldly and asked An Ran if he was hungry or not. He asked the kitchen to cook.

An Ran looked at the dark-faced housekeeper and thought bitterly about how unpopular she was. She was determined to be the best she could be. These contemptuous fellows slapped her face and said to Jiangcheng an, "Why don't I cook dinner tonight? Since the contract has been signed, it must be a contractual spirit." He raised his eyebrows, which was clearly meant for Jiangcheng an.

"It seems that you are really learning from someone. Even you have become smarter and more self-aware." Jiangcheng an said.

The housekeeper could hardly get a word out of this question and answer. He turned and left silently. He looked at An Ran coldly and said, "I hope you can take good care of the young master."

An Ran smiled at the housekeeper's sarcastic remarks like a silly, heartless older sister. What else could the housekeeper say? She reached out and left without a smiley face.

"Jiangcheng Ann, the butler seems to have a lot of opinions about me. Is he always like this?" An asked Jiangcheng Ann curiously, and the answer was that the butler was old and subconsciously thought of the bad things when he saw the beautiful young girl in brown.

An Ran didn't believe it. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to continue asking. Jiangcheng Ann didn't want to answer so much. He held the door frame and said, "If we go on like this, let alone dinner. I don't think we can have breakfast tomorrow."

"Well, then I won't tell you. I don't know how you got through it. It's so boring. Can you talk?" Then An Ran turned into the kitchen.

Jiangcheng Ann still stood half of his body against the door frame, watching An Ran walk around the stove in a very busy and virtuous manner. It was really warm. It turned out that watching a woman cook was completely different from watching a professional chef cook. Jiangcheng Ann's heart surged, and his eyes never left An Ran's busy back.

"I'd like to see what you can do after all that work." Where did Jiangcheng go up and stand behind An Ran, with enough vision to see everything he wanted to see.

"Actually, I'm not very good at cooking either. I just watch a lot of routers at home. They always mention all kinds of delicious food. Don't blame me if it's not delicious." An Ran had only seen a few food shows and had to give Jiangcheng an early warning.

Jiangcheng Ann looked at the various dishes on the table. There was a stack of jade, a plate of salmon, a simple stir-fried rape, sweet and sour pork ribs. They looked very delicate.

"I didn't expect it to be good." There were a lot of women who had tangled with Jiangcheng Ann, and the first one to cook for him was An Ran. Jiangcheng Ann raised his chopsticks and started eating at the table, not forgetting to learn how to make professional comments while eating.

Under the warm yellow light of the villa, An Ran and Jiangcheng Ann were eating and playing. An Ran became interested and said on impulse, "Do you think this outside looks like a little couple who are in love again?"

"I don't know. My girlfriends used to go to shopping malls, horse farms, ski resorts, and at worst, private yacht parties." Jiangcheng an put a small, fat rib into his mouth and said, "I feel like a nanny eating in the kitchen like this."

An Ran angrily snatched Jiangcheng Ann's ribs away with a chopstick and found that it was too late for silence. Jiangcheng Ann had already eaten. He looked at Jiangcheng Ann with his almond eyes wide open and twisted his head, "Your nanny doesn't cook well. Please spit it out as soon as possible, sir."

Under the soft light, An Ran's eyes were deep, and even the outline of his face was soft and bright, which was quite fascinating. Jiangcheng Ann looked at An Ran's eyes, which were as bright as diamonds, and said, "My little nanny is quite pretty. I wonder if the hostess would be worried if she invited her back."

Before An Ran could react, a pair of familiar hands were placed on her waist and caressed restlessly. She wanted to resist and was spit out by Jiangcheng, "Contract." It was so depressing.