My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

  Chapter 34 Lai

  Jiang's mother was completely stunned when she heard Jiang Anzhi's voice, she moved to take a look excitedly, and saw who else was not her good son in the camera.

   "Why is Anzhi here? Isn't this Xiaochu's phone?"

  "Didn’t Xiaochu go on a business trip? How did you meet?"

   "Or did Xiao Chu make a special trip to see you?"

   Faced with the continuous questioning of his mother, Jiang Anzhi explained calmly: "We met at work."

   "Huh? What kind of work can you meet?" Jiang Ma looked inexplicable: "I didn't go to record a popular science program...Oh, did you meet on the same program?"

   Jiang's mother screamed afterwards, the ecstasy at the corner of her mouth could not be restrained.

  Isn’t this the legendary marriage of thousands of miles?

   Just said that they are both right! Husband and wife file, ouch, is this the rhythm to be disclosed!

   "What show are you recording? My **** is a coincidence."

   "I'll know it on the air." Jiang Anzhi smiled and did not answer.

  Compared with Jiang Ma’s joyfulness, the little Dou Ding on the side seems particularly resentful:

"Mom lied to me~ This time I took my father to work without me." He raised his eyebrows sadly: "I also went to work with my mother last time. I behaved very well. My mother said that he would take me next time. Why lie to me."

Jiang Anzhi took a cool look at Feng Lanchu. He knew that Feng Lanchu took Jiang Che to Chuanshu. In his cognition, he only sent lectures or visits to study tours. He paid homage to "Guardians of Homeland". "Thanks to him, he finally knew what Feng Lanchu's transfer and study looked like.

  Thinking that the mother and daughter had spent three months in the Sichuan and Shu Nature Reserve, he was inexplicably afraid of the future.

Although the conditions in Sichuan and Shu area are better than here, it is also an area where snakes and beasts are infested. A three-year-old milk doll chased the beast behind her ass... Jiang Anzhi began to examine whether he was too loose.

  Feng Lan was guilty at first, but she didn't dare to look at him.

  Jiang Anzhi didn’t say anything. He just picked up Feng Lanchu’s mobile phone in an anti-customer manner, leaning against the bedside and slowly saying, “It’s not convenient for mom and dad to take you at work this time, and I will take you to play next time.”

   "Really?" Jiang Che's small eyes showed hope.

  "When did I lie to you."

   "Okay." Jiang Che finally turned from crying to laughing.

   When Jiang Che is in trouble, only Jiang Anzhi can handle it in a few words.

  Feng Lanchu feels ashamed of this innate ability to soothe.

  Seeing that they are chatting with each other again, Feng Lanchu consciously quit the chat room and prepares to go to bed.

   However, what is going on with Jiang Anzhi, why is he lying on the bed consciously.

  Pretend that you don’t know each other?

   silently made a gesture of inviting him, Jiang Anzhi glanced at him, unhurriedly lifted the quilt and put himself in the bed.

   "???"

  Fenglan is petrified at the beginning, what do you mean by this buddy?

  However, Feng Lanchu didn't rush people at this moment, after all, her mother-in-law was still on the phone.

  After Jiang Anzhi hung up the phone, she slowly said, "Are you supposed to go back to the room?"

   Jiang Anzhi glanced at her unmoved.

  "The makeup artist will come to make-up tomorrow morning, in case she runs into it..."

   "I will go back before she comes."

  Feng Lanchu's face was full of unbelief: "You never get up early."

   "I really can." Jiang Anzhi stretched out his slender hand and pulled her into the bed. He quickly turned off the light and lay down, consciously holding her wrist with his hand.

  Very good, it turned out to be for this.

  Feng Lanchu was speechless: "You really need to be cured of your wrist disease."

   "Yeah." Jiang Anzhi rubbed her soft wrists with his fingers, quickly relaxing.

  There has been basically no rest from yesterday until now. From the afternoon on, his headache has been like a thousand people beating a drum.

  Although the symptoms gradually eased back to Golmud, only at this moment did he really relax and soon fell asleep.

  Listening to the even breathing next to him, Feng Lanchu was completely convinced, and silently adjusted the alarm clock at 5:30, ready to be responsible for waking him up.

  (End of this chapter)