Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Hu Yang said, "General Manager Jiang has gone to the meeting. It is estimated that the meeting will soon be over."

"Like words?"

As he was talking, Jiang Zhuoheng came.

His voice sounded behind Yan Rusheng, and Yan Rusheng turned around and watched him come, and the two still looked cold at each other.

The atmosphere was extremely cold, and everyone did not dare to pay attention to this Rongsheng president who suddenly came, and bowed their heads, each busy with their own work.

Jiang Zhuoheng's footsteps went straight by Yan Rusheng's side, and Yan Rusheng raised his heels behind him.

The two entered Jiang Zhuoheng's office one after the other.

Hu Yang followed them and waited for them to get in. He stood outside the door and reached out to close the door.

Jiang Zhuoheng looked back at him and explained: "No need to pour tea."

Hu Yangwei nodded, "Yes."

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Yan couldn't wait to ask Jiang Zhuoheng, "Is that what happened in the past?"

Jiang Zhuoheng stopped and turned slowly. He wasn't sure what Yan Rusheng was referring to. He said coldly, "Yan San, ask me to understand."

"I found Xuxu that year ..." Yan Rusheng was a bit sloppy, because Xuxu deliberately concealed this matter. Jiang Zhuoheng certainly didn't know. "In the past ... I was pregnant with a child, when you were abroad period of time."

Before his words fell, Jiang Zhuoheng flashed in front of him, "The words are like life!"

With a furious roar, a fist slammed into the forehead of the words.

With this punch, Jiang Zhuoheng tried his best to make a few steps and almost fainted.

Immediately after, Jiang Zhuoheng rushed in front of him again, reached out and grabbed his collar, and the angry anger was pressed against him, "You are unkind and lifelike, this life, the next life, you are not finished."

His eyes were red, and there was a faint tear in his eyes.

Yan Rusheng looked at Jiang Zhuoheng in doubt, "What do you mean?"

He was certain that Jiang Zhuoheng knew what he knew, and who the vivid child was.

Jiang Zhuoheng pressed his words into the corner of the table, and the tears in his eyes gradually became clear. "Do you know how distressing she is, I often ask myself why there is such a strong person."

"She is so outstanding, why spend her youth on your scum. Do you know that every time you are with Fang Jiayin, she is standing opposite you, what is her feeling?"

Having said that, Jiang Zhuoheng raised his voice again, "You don't know, I know, it's like every time I stand by her, she always looks at you."

"Every time I feel bad about death, she always tells me that it's okay. When he gets married, I will marry someone who loves me so much that he will spoil me like I do."

"She appears to be against you everywhere. Actually, she is letting you go. Who will buy you a piece of cake and patiently help you to scrape off the cream on it? Go out to eat, your recipe Jiayin always tells the waiter in private that no dishes are put onions. Do n’t put potatoes in chicken curry nuggets? ”

"Yi Yansheng, not one year, not two years, more than ten years!"

Jiang Zhuoheng breathed out the anger and distress that had been buried in his heart for so many years.

"Wen Xuxu, it's stupid to reach a new height."

He let go of his hand holding the collar like a tongue, and how loud his voice was, which proved how distressed he was.