Sick, he's the best

Chapter 162 I don't want others to slander him

He was very curious about what kind of man it was that made her so worried.

Can put such a woman in the bag.

To be able to convince a woman like Jiang Mingrou, that man's strength should not be underestimated, and his status is quite high.

Smith suddenly became interested in Jiang Mingrou's lover. Jiang himself is very strong. If he can seduce her, he won't be very handsome, but he must be very masculine, gentle or elegant.

"Jiang, I don't know what your lover does?"

Jiang Mingrou smiled faintly: "I used to start a company, um, now, it can be regarded as a family husband."

Fu Shennian's family property is with her, and it is managed by Fu Qing and Jiang Nan. When Fu Shennian had an accident, his beneficiary, Jiang Mingrou, was changed to Fu Shenyan.

Fu Shennian can be counted now, because he has no responsibility to relax, and he doesn't seem to have a job. To put it bluntly, Jiang Mingrou is right.

Fu Shennian is a "housewife", or the kind of housewife who can't cook.

Smit looked at her in surprise, a little in disbelief: "Uh..."

He probably felt that his expression was a little rude, so he covered it up and laughed: "I thought."

He shook his head and said with a helpless smile: "You are really different from other women."

"I guessed wrong again."

He thought that Jiang's lover, at least a leading figure in a certain field, should be about ten years older than her. After all, women like men who are stronger than themselves.

Jiang Ming smiled softly: "It's the same for everyone in the family who works and makes money. There is always one who will give, and there is always the other who will stick to it silently."

"Whoever dominates the inside and whoever dominates the outside is almost the same."

Well, how to explain it.

Her husband's things are all here.

But Fu Shennian didn't intend to take care of it at all.

Jiang Mingrou followed him.

Anyway, she managed it.

Jiang Mingrou felt that the matter between her and Fu Shennian would not be clear for a while, not to mention that the two were only dealing with business, so there was no need to reveal too much family background.

Smith nodded and smiled: "Then your husband must be a very nice man."

"I wish you happiness."

The corner of Jiang Mingrou's mouth moved slightly: "Thank you."

"We will cooperate again when we have time."

"It's a word."

"It's a word."

Smit looked at the back of the woman going away with some appreciation in his eyes.

There are really too few women who can make money, look beautiful and take care of their families.

He turned his head and sighed at his assistant, "Tell me, why can't my son meet her?"

The assistant said silently: "Chairman, it's no use meeting the president."

"Ms. Jiang, I'm married."

"Hey, the Chinese all marry young."

Jiang is, and so is An Jin, whom he met in the early years. His precious son was born without the fate of "eating soft food". His son likes An Jin, and there is no one in the world who doesn't like An Jin.

There used to be a saying that was circulated all over the world, no matter how popular you are, can you be more popular than Emperor Feng?

Difeng, An Jin's stage name before she showed her face.

But her man was too scary.

Who dares to get close to An Jin and throw it into the sea to feed the sharks!

Smit was also a little afraid of the man in the capital, especially with those sinister eyes, Fourth Master Rong of the capital, he was not a person to be provoked.

When he enters China in the future, I hope he will not meet him.

Smith felt that Fourth Master Rong was not easy to provoke, and when he actually went to the capital, he would find that there was a terrifying big devil! !

He is gentle on the surface, as cold as an immortal, but in reality, he is an out-and-out, ruthless master!

Jiang Mingrou bought the air ticket for the day and flew back to China.

Jiang family.

Fu Shennian still asks a tea art master to teach him how to make tea, recognize tea, and read the whole book every day at home.

She looks like a gentle immortal who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Dressed in white, he set off his coldness and nobility.

Fu Shennian looked forward to the stars and the moon at home, and finally his wife came back.

When Jiang Mingrou entered the room, the man was wearing a white crescent gown, hanging loosely on his body. He was tall and fair-fingered. He was sitting on a rocking chair with a book in his hand, flipping through the pages one by one. Light, with a sense of alienation.

A breath of otherworldly fireworks rushed over.

Is this pure-hearted?
Jiang Mingrou walked over and bent down to pull out the book in his hand.

Fu Shennian frowned, raised his head indifferently, and suddenly there was a bit of joy in his eyes: "wife?"

"Why did you come back?"

Jiang Mingrou turned a few pages of the book, crossed her slender legs, and sat directly on his waist.

The man subconsciously raised his arms around her waist, hugged her and stood up slightly. Fu Shennian curled his lips, hugged her, buried his head in her neck, and took a deep breath of her scent.

These days, he feels like he is going to die.

"Wife." The man called her name in a low voice.

Jiang Mingrou stretched out her arms to hug him, and asked in a gentle voice, "I heard from Jiang Yu that you are unhappy at home?"

The man's nasal voice was very heavy, and he said dissatisfiedly: "My wife is not at home, so I can't be happy."

Jiang Mingrou thought of his former glory and vigorous and ruthless methods, but now, he is indeed much more pure-hearted and ascetic.

"Fu Shennian, how about I leave the company to you to take care of yourself?"

Jiang Mingrou was really afraid that he would give himself up to depression.

The current Fu Shennian has changed a lot from the previous him, so Jiang Mingrou was worried, so she bought a plane ticket to return home.

Otherwise, she couldn't have lost billions of dollars in business because of Fu Shennian.

Fu Shennian hugged her, put her on his lap, shook his head and sighed: "No."

"I'm afraid you're bored at home."

"Then you hurry up and give me a baby, and I'll take care of it."

While the man was talking, his hand irregularly slipped in from under Jiang Mingrou's shirt.

Jiang Mingrou pressed his hand: "Be more disciplined."

"No."

"Who told you not to go home for a month."

He said in a low voice, "I think you're thinking too hard."

Jiang Mingrou raised her hand and touched his face: "On purpose? Huh?"

"What about acting?"

"No acting."

He hugged her tightly, turned back and pressed her under him, he licked her earlobe, his hoarse voice revealed a bit of desire: "I really want to."

"Do you know that you can't go against women's wishes?"

"I don't care!"

The man pressed her regardless and kissed her.

Jiang Mingrou reached out and patted his shoulder: "Go back to the room."

"Is it shameful?"

Fu Shennian pursed his lips, picked her up and ran upstairs with his slender legs.

With a "snap", he entered the door and closed the door behind his backhand.

Jiangnan Misty Rain: This doesn't seem like you're suffering from depression...it should be lovesickness...

Jiangnan Misty Rain: This seems to have some incentives.

Jiang Nan's eyes were dark, and he slapped Jiang Yan and Jiang Yu on the top of his head with a slap: "You two eat things from inside out!"

"Do you know that you have ruined the important matter of the Patriarch?"

"The main reason is to become a fool! The first one will kill you two and sacrifice to heaven!"

The two looked confused: "We didn't do anything."

Jiang Nan roared angrily: "The owner gave up billions of dollars in business and rushed back! You also said that the two of you didn't do anything!"

"If it weren't for the two of you to turn against each other! Blowing the wind in front of the Patriarch."

"I guess the business is done now!"

The two of them suddenly felt as if they had been tricked, and they felt bitter.

I can only bear it silently.

Fu Shenyan carried him to the bed, immediately put his arms around Jiang Mingrou's neck and kissed her, giving her a circle of strawberries.

Jiang Mingrou's eyes turned red: "Don't make any marks here, I still have to meet clients."

"How do you want me to meet people then?"

Fu Shennian didn't care: "I just want to kiss."

"I'm going to kiss you here!"

In case those dubious men outside think about her, don't think he doesn't know how many people are after his wife!

It's fine if Jiang Mingrou doesn't say anything, but when he does, Fu Shennian gets excited.

……

When Jiang Mingrou went to see the client the next day, the client pointed to her neck and asked, "Is the red spot on your neck caused by mosquito bites?"

At that time, Xie Moyuan was also there.

When Xie Moyuan saw those strawberries, his eyes shrank immediately.

The strawberry on the neck was specially left by Fu Shennian, in order to tell others: the owner is here.

Jiang Mingrou's eyes were light, she picked up the contract and said with a smile, "Well, there are more mosquitoes, and they like to suck blood."

"Hey, isn't it almost winter now? Are there still mosquitoes?"

Jiang Mingrou coughed, "Maybe the mosquitoes are more ferocious in winter."

"Hey, the Jiang family mainly pays attention to the body."

"Don't burn your body."

Jiang Mingrou blushed slightly: "Yes."

After the client left, Xie Moyuan stayed. He came to discuss cooperation with Jiang Mingrou. Xie Moyuan was in charge of the land in Nancheng.

He stared at her neck with dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Did Fu Shennian do it?"

Jiang Mingrou didn't hide it: "Yes."

Xie Moyuan took a deep breath, acted like an older brother, and looked at her calmly: "Are you together?"

"Ah."

"Ming Rou"

Jiang Mingrou interrupted him, and said with a smile: "Mayor Xie, Zhishu and I are very close, we are very good friends, and we play well."

"But I have always regarded you as Zhishu's elder brother."

Remember, it's Zhishu's brother.

Instead, I just treat you as an older brother.

Not my brother.

Is knowledgeable.

Jiang Mingrou said, "I think I never gave you any other fantasies."

"I also hope you don't say something that doesn't suit me."

"Whether it's suitable or not is up to me."

Jiang Mingrou's voice was a bit cold: "I am Jiang Mingrou's pick, and I don't want others to slander him."

But at this time, Fu Shennian was standing outside the door holding the food box, his face was full of gloom, the man's face was full of anger, his foot kicking the door stretched out in mid-air, but he became stiff.

(End of this chapter)