The Romantic CEO

So, summer evening, this is to call to ask if she is out of favor.

Think of the voice Indifference: "take a good shot of your play."

Xia wanwan also knows that she should not be in charge of it, but she is still attached to Jiang Yichen now. She is afraid that if one day her big tree falls down, she will be driven into the bottom of the valley again.

At last she bit her lip: "I know."

"Late summer." Thinking about sitting up straight, the tone sounded a bit serious: "remember what you said in the morning. You don't need to take care of the superfluous things. Do you know why Jiang Yichen refuses to continue to praise you?"

The breath is stagnant in summer and evening.

"Because you like to be smart."

The woman's voice was faint and she said casually, "who is he going to eat with hand in hand? It's all his business. Even if it's marriage, it has nothing to do with your movie. Understand?"

Now she can't figure out how to think about her. This woman is good at all kinds of tricks. Listening to this tone, she seems to be very sure that she can always have a certain position in Jiang Yichen's heart.

It seemed that she was a little surprised and made a fuss.

What's more, do you really don't care?

Don't care about the man she once loved to go shopping with other women for dinner?

Summer evening only remember the previous care, simple and naive, it seems easy to see through.

Now, it's a bit unfathomable.

Another cold sweat rolled through her back.

Thinking about hanging up the phone, in fact, she didn't have much in mind, but she still had to have full confidence in face.

She thought of the sentence Jiang Yichen said to her and made him a lover.

Does he really think that?

The perm lasted for three hours. At last, teacher Tony gave her a perfect hairstyle with curly ends and thick and fluffy hair, which made her more mature and charming.

After thinking about going home, I thought Jiang Yichen might not come back, but I didn't expect to find his shoes in the porch.

The light was on in the bedroom upstairs, and when she went in she heard the sound of the water.

When Jiang Yichen came out, he saw a slender woman with a thin back standing over the French window. She didn't know what she was looking at. Her hair was thick and long.

I don't know why, that figure actually showed a bit lonely and bleak.

She changed her hair?

Hearing the sound, he turned around and closed the balcony door. He touched his long hair and asked, "is the new hairstyle good-looking?"

This time, Jiang did not give face, but said, "I think your straight hair is more beautiful."

Black long straight!

President Jiang is the girl who likes this one.

"Oh, what should I do? I changed them all."

Jiang Yichen came over, touched her face and said, "it's also beautiful."

"Perfunctory." With a disdainful expression attached to him, he took a towel to wipe the water drops on his hair, and asked, "how did you come back today?"

"Don't want me back?"

"No, you haven't come back for ten days. Oh, Mr. Jiang. If you don't come back, I'll change the password at home."

It sounds like vinegar.

Jiang Yichen stretched out his hand and pinched her face and said, "if I don't come back, you don't call. I'll come back if you don't want to."

Thinking about cleaning his hair for him, he sighed for a long time: "it was you who asked me to come back, and you said it was you who took care of me. As a result, it was you who were angry and ignored by me. You are a middle-aged uncle with bad temper and difficult to get along with."

In Middle aged uncle.

He has just passed his first year!

There is a long way to go from middle age!

Jiang Yichen reached out and scratched her waist, "who is the middle-aged uncle?"

"I've been called uncle, isn't it a middle-aged uncle?"

The mobile phone "Ding Dong" again.

Jiang Yichen looked at it and laughed: "did you see my mobile phone?"

"You just put it there and kept ringing and looking."

At this glance, she saw the little girl's message to Jiang Yichen.

All of them are soft and cute expression bags.

In particular, uncle Jiang made her goose bumps soon.

It's also very difficult for a little girl to be coquettish.

Jiang Yichen pressed her cell phone off and held her in her lap for a kiss. Her voice was vague: "I've been hanging you for a few days. You're still delicious. It doesn't matter if you drink a little. You sleep better than before, don't you?"

It seems that what he said is not unreasonable.

Thinking of his hands on his shoulder, the corner of his lips hook smile: "it is you who are unilateral angry with me!"

"Shouldn't I be angry?" He asked, taking the opportunity to press her between the bed, ten fingers and her ten fingers intertwined together, blocking her up, he habitually bit her earlobe and whispered: "I have a good temper, otherwise that stinky boy will go to the hospital.""Didn't I apologize?"

"Your apology is insincere."

He puffed his face into a bun, opened his eyes, looked at the handsome face of the man above him, blinked and blinked, "how can I calculate sincerity?"

Jiang did not answer.

No matter how she apologized, he would still be angry.

Because he was never angry with her.

It's your own.

Thinking about kissing the corner of his lip, he pointed out: "are you angry with me, or are you fighting with yourself?"

She is too clever. In this contest in the name of love, she is far more sober than him and can understand his heart. She lost four years ago, and she will not lose again four years later.

Jiang Yichen bit her lip, maliciously used force, tone seems to complain: "you are really not cute at all."

"Well, I'm nearly thirty. How can I be cute?" Think of super discontented to say: "you this is not a strong man difficult?"

It's hard to force people.

It's true that what he's doing now is trying to make people difficult.

The loveliness of a woman is never determined by her age, but by her mood.

A carefree and optimistic person can be lovely at the age of 60.

Seeing Jiang Yichen do not speak, he tilted his head to think for a while and said, "well, call you uncle Jiang, is it cute?" Then she called Uncle Jiang several times and looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Yichen covered her mouth, and her eyebrows and eyes sank: "don't call it that way."

Thinking of the curly eyelashes blinked, he put his hand on his mouth and took it down. He asked, "if other people can call, how can I do it?"

It sounds taboo.

In bed, she would be forced by him to say some strange and shameful words, but in terms of address, she seemed to rarely even call his name.

"No shouting is no shouting." The man's tone is very domineering, he buckled her waist, deep kiss, the tip of his tongue swept along her upper jaw, with a vague low syllable, "call husband."

Then he repeated, "darling, listen to my husband."

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