Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 8 Eight. You like it, send you
Amidst Jiang Shuyuan's beating and cursing and Jiang Xiaying's soft comforting voice, Jiang Chuchu dragged Wen Jiusi out of the Jiang residence.

Jiang Chuchu was not short, and she was wearing high-heeled shoes. She walked in front "deng deng deng", and Wen Jiusi was dragged by her all the way to the parking lot.

"Where's your car?"

Wen Jiusi silently looked at his left hand being dragged. With his right hand, he awkwardly took out a car key from his left pocket and pressed it. Not far away, the body of a black commercial vehicle lit up.

Jiang Chuchu looked at the valuable car logo and raised her eyebrows.

"Are the incomes of psychiatrists so high now? I remember that this brand of car is limited in China. Even if I have money, I can't get it. Why don't you sell it to me?"

Wen Jiusi paused for a moment, looked at her side face, seemed to be measuring the seriousness of her words, Jiang Chuchu didn't expect him to answer at all, stretched out his hand and opened the co-pilot's door, and suddenly heard the man say lightly.

"If you like it, I can give it to you."

Immediately afterwards, an expensive car key was handed to her.

Jiang Chuchu laughed out loud after being distracted for a few seconds by the sharp, slender hands holding the car keys.

"Are you okay, you, I'm joking, didn't you hear it?"

Wen Jiusi's eyes were full of unknown brilliance.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it, a car is nothing."

There is no doubt that a handsome and generous man can easily sway a woman's heart, and Jiang Chuchu couldn't help but bump her heart.

She hooked her lips, pulled her backhand, and switched places between herself and the man. The man didn't resist at all, and in an instant, she was pressed between the car door and her body, the distance between the two bodies was less than ten centimeters.

If she could be taller, this car door would be perfect.

The smell of perfume on her body wafted in the noses of the two of them, and with the girl's soft face, it deliberately touched the man's heart.

Jiang Chuchu didn't think it was enough, Ruo Ruo Wu walked over, raised her head close to the man's ear, and parted her red lips lightly.

"Being so generous to me. Now I'm beginning to believe that you are really hired by Uncle Wang to visit me...Keep going."

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down imperceptibly.

Jiang Chuchu stood up straight, and when she withdrew her hand, she hooked the car key from his finger and shook it at him.

"Thank you, lend me the drive for two days and pay you back next time."

She went around the car and walked to the driver's seat. Wen Jiusi watched her movements calmly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"For a ride—"

"You promised me, talk to me." Wen Jiusi was probably afraid that she would be disgusted, so he used a more gentle word than "see a doctor".

Jiang Chuchu had already started the car, and the engine "boomed" when she thought about it, she poked her head out and smiled flamboyantly at him.

"But I didn't promise you that it's today... Doctor Doctor."

When it was said that it was a drive, she really just concentrated on the drive and circled the outline of the outer city of Nancheng. When she returned to Jiang's house, it was already dark.

Once entering the entrance, the huge living room was quiet, only two servants were tidying up in the kitchen.

Jiang Chuchu was taken aback, and it took him a long time to remember that today is Jiang Xiaying's birthday. Every year on this day, Jiang Fusheng would take her to celebrate, trying to make up for this poor girl who lacks maternal love materially.

But why are Jiang Shuyuan and Jiang Mingzhu not there?
Suspicious, Jiang Chuchu went upstairs and pushed open the door of her bedroom——

In the darkness, a figure sat quietly on her bed, heard the movement, and raised his head.

Jiang Chuchu was so frightened that she almost swears.

She quickly pressed on her beloved crystal lamp, and when she saw the man clearly, her heart fell to the ground, but her appetite was churning.

Sitting on her bed was Yuan Cheng who suppressed his anger.

On both sides of Yuan Cheng are clothes that she casually threw on the bed when she went out to change in the afternoon. There is no shortage of underwear, and Yuan Cheng can grasp them as long as he stretches out his hands.

Jiang Chuchu sincerely hoped that Yuan Cheng would not be so perverted.

(End of this chapter)