The car arrived at his villa, and it was not the first time that Su Wanzheng had come.

In the past, before getting married, as long as there was a big event in the company, she would go to his house to discuss with him for one night, and then sleep in a small side bed after the end.

They are too familiar with each other, and there is nothing to shy away from.

After getting married, she restrained a lot and basically never stepped here.

But Jiang Qingha's house has not changed much, all the furniture is the same, he is not often in the country, and basically does not manage the affairs of the family.

Su Wanzheng had enough of his temper, and he didn't dare to make a mistake at his house, especially in front of him who was angry, so he obediently went to take a bath.

There were no clothes she was wearing at home, so Su Wanzheng had to wrap herself in a bath towel, quickly jumped into the room, and closed the door.

Within a few minutes, Jiang Qinghaze came knocking on the door.

She hesitated and said, "Tell me anything at the door." ”

The more she said this, the more men suspected her of being a ghost inside, and he had a master key in his pocket that could open all the doors of the house.

Su Wanzheng quickly jumped to the bed a second before he opened the door, wrapped herself in the quilt, and looked at him with a proper smile.

Jiang Qinghaze glanced at her coldly, walked around the house and didn't find anything unusual, put the hot milk in his hand on the head of her bed: "Drink it and sleep." ”

The voice was indifferent, there were no fluctuations, and the anger had not subsided.

Su Wanzheng glanced at the milk cup and blinked her apricot eyes, "Obey." ”

"What are you doing with so many quilts?"

Before going out, Jiang Qinghaze asked with a cold brow, "Now that you know it's cold, do you dare to go outside in the rain?"

"Don't dare, really, never next time. "She smiles and is the most pleasing to people.

His serious face was full of emotion, and he stared down at her: "Hurry up and drink the milk, I'll take the cup." ”

Su Wanzheng was reluctant, so she had to reach out for the cup, and Jiang Qinghaze saw what she was wearing: "What are you doing with a bath towel?"

Since he saw it, Su Wanzheng simply didn't hide it, and complained: "Besides, your family doesn't even have a decent woman's clothes." ”

She was wrapped in a bath towel and had to hold it with both hands to prevent it from falling.

The arms are white and thin, and the delicate snow-white collarbones are exposed by the bath towel, making it difficult not to look down.

The man immediately turned his gaze away and pulled off his tie vigorously.

Is this woman unaware of herself, or is she ...... Don't treat him as a man?

When he realized that something was wrong with him, his brain immediately pulled him back to the right path, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'll ask my aunt to buy a piece of clothing, and I'll send it in." ”

Su Wanzheng was completely relieved at this time, she held the cup and drank it in small sips, and there were still milk stains wrapped around her mouth.

She handed him the cup, like a child who had completed a parental task: "Thank you, good night, Mr. Jiang." ”

The man left the room, his hand clutching the glass tightened slightly.

took out a piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it between his lips, and the heat in his deep eyes dropped little by little.

Her fragrance and the stimulation of mints repeatedly filled the tip of his nose.

After drinking milk, sleepiness soon hit, Su Wanzheng turned off her mobile phone, put an end to all calls from the outside world, and fell asleep in the duvet with peace of mind.

——

Late at night, it was raining heavily, but some people couldn't sleep.

The man sat in a chair with his tired body hanging from his neck and a phone in his hand.

The curtains were not drawn, and the dark purple sky mixed with lightning lit up the room for a moment.

When Wu's mother entered the door softly, she saw him looking like he couldn't sleep.

She sighed distressedly.

When Mr. Cong went home alone with a calm face and asked his wife if she had returned, she knew that the two had quarreled again.

She brought a basin of water and wanted to wipe her husband's face, and then persuaded him to go to sleep in his room, so as not to catch a cold.

Squatting in front of the man, look at his face when he is asleep, thin lips are pursed, eyelids are deeply wrinkled, and slender and rich eyelashes are falling, tiling a shadow.

Wu's mother has followed her husband for many years, from childhood to adulthood, she has seen him sleeping many times, and has experienced a lot with him, and has long been treated as her own son.

As soon as his hand touched him, the man opened his eyes sensitively, and there was a clear bloodshot at the bottom of his black eyes.

His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw someone in front of him.

But after seeing that it was Wu's mother, she returned to coldness.

Slowly squirming his lips, the first thing he said was, "Haven't come back yet?"

Hearing his hoarse voice almost burst, Wu's mother felt pain in her heart and shook her head silently.

His eyes sank into the depths of the sea, and he sat up slightly straight, his neck and shoulders slightly stiff.

When I opened my phone, there was only one WeChat message from Song Liuxing:

[Ah Ran, don't be angry with Su Wanzheng about today's incident, it's my fault. The teacher asked Koizumi to perform and sing at the parent-teacher conference, and he practiced for a long time, and kept making noise about his father to participate, so I lied to him and told him that his father would come. Who would have thought that I would happen to meet you at the school gate. 】

He rubbed his temples and turned off his eyebrows.

The night was heavy, and there was a cloud of ink as thick as his brow.

——

After a quiet night, Su Wanzheng slept very well, and Jiang Qinghaze personally knocked on the door to wake her up.

Seeing her sitting on the bed in a daze, the man had already put on his suit and shirt and leaned against the door of her room: "You usually get up at this point at home?"

She sighed: "I don't go to work today, you let me sleep more." ”

Jiang Qingha's eyes were serious, and his voice was cold: "An urgent meeting will be held at eight o'clock to discuss the process of the banquet in four days." ”

"Ah, how come I don't know?"

She woke up suddenly.

By the way, she turned off her phone last night, and she didn't receive the news that she had an overtime meeting, "Then you wait for me and take me with you." ”

Seeing her get up in a hurry, looking for clothes and looking for her phone on the bed, he couldn't help but smile in his dark eyes.

However, that rare tenderness only lasted a few seconds, "Ten minutes." ”

Su Wanzheng didn't have time to put on makeup, changed into the new shirt and trousers that Jiang Qinghaze had prepared for her, and walked out with her bag and makeup.

As soon as they walked out the door, the two stopped at the same time.

When he saw the Bentley Mulsanne parked in front of him, and the tall figure leaning in front of the car, Jiang Qingha's eyes were a little colder.

But he didn't stop long, and said to the woman with a wooden face, "Give you two minutes to solve it." ”

Su Wanzheng was still talking to Jiang Qinghaze about returning to her alma mater yesterday, with a smile in her bright eyes.

When he saw the man, it was like a basin of water poured on his head, and the smile disappeared in an instant.

She tilted her head, pretended not to see, and quickened her pace to the car behind.

Xi Jiangran's pace was faster, and his big palm grabbed her from behind.

There was a smell of fresh smoke on his body, and the breath above her head was heavy, and Su Wanzheng was almost pressed against his chest, irritable.

I shook it twice, but I didn't break free.

He squinted his bloodshot eyes and stared deeply at her.

As if there is some kind of obsession, I must complete the explanation that was interrupted by her yesterday: "Yesterday I accompanied Lu Fei to school, and I didn't know that Xiaoquan was also having a parent-teacher conference." ”

Su Wanzheng didn't want to listen, even if she did, she wouldn't believe him anymore.

The cracks of trust between people will exist for a lifetime.

She looked at him lightly: "What do you want to explain? Explain that you didn't lie to me? Okay, I believe it, can you let me go?"

The man's chest suffocated, and her eyes were as empty as smoke, as if they were just a pair of eyes, and she didn't show any emotion.

But when she came out with Jiang Qinghaze just now, he saw it.

She was whispering something interesting to Jiang Qingha, and she was laughing.

Silently pressing the solemnity into his throat, Xi Jiangran glanced at Jiang Qingha's car and asked, "So you stayed at his house last night?"

"Yes. "She was stopped at the door of her house, and she had nothing to hide.

He twisted his eyebrows, and his palm was heavier: "I live in his house, why is my phone turned off?"

She didn't know how many calls he had made last night and how long he had been looking for her.

It wasn't until 4 a.m. that Bo said that surveillance footage showed her being picked up by Jiang Qinghaze on the side of the street.

The tiredness of the night couldn't crush him, but the moment he got the news, he felt a faint crack somewhere in his body, and he couldn't bear the pain.

Listening to his tone, Su Wanzheng suddenly felt a sense of disgust, she had three wives and four concubines outside, and she suspected that she was corrupt with him.

She remained silent, turning her disgust into a smile at the corner of her mouth, and gently asked, "Then why do you think so?"

I didn't expect her to ask him like this, and an idea came to my mind uncontrollably.

But Xi Jiangran's black eyes were only angry for a moment, and the blue tendons on his wrists slowly lowered.

He knew her, knew that she was just deliberately provoking him with such an expression and smile.

"Don't make a fuss. The man whispered, clenching her arm, "Come home with me." ”

Seeing that Xi Jiangran was not annoyed and angry, Su Wanzheng's already burning anger became even stronger.

She glared at him and forcefully removed his hand: "Who is messing with you? Who has time to mess with you? You don't think about yourself so much, let go." ”

When the man was pushed a few steps away by her, Su Wanzheng quickly opened the door and got into the car.

Jiang Qinghaze was in the driver's seat, turned the silver watch, and glanced at her: "Let's go?"

"Hurry up. ”

Seeing the car gradually moving away, the man stayed in place for a long time, his eyes calm and a thick turbidity.

She slept well enough last night, and she was still in good spirits after the meeting.

When the whole company knew that she was going to perform on stage, they boiled and coaxed for a while.

No one expected that Minister Su, who is usually called Ling Rui's little sable cicada, would even dance the peacock dance, which has become one of the most anticipated programs by everyone.

After the meeting of Lingrui Group, the employees ate and made an appointment to watch a movie.

In the corner of a stairwell, a woman quietly closes the door and pulls out another cell phone to dial.

Within a few seconds, the other side was connected, and it was a voice as low as an evening bell: "Hey?"

"New news, at Ling Rui's banquet next week, Su Wanzheng will perform on stage. ”

Hearing this, his voice rose slightly: "What about time?"

"Tentatively scheduled for the eighth performance, I will let you know if there are any changes to the program in the future. ”

After a while, the other end praised leisurely, and his voice was pleasant: "Good job." ”

......

Su Wanzheng had nothing to do after the noon meeting, and Jiang Qinghaze asked her to have lunch with Dai Juan.

"Minister Dai?" Su Wanzheng blinked her innocent eyes, and her first instinct was that these two people were going to talk to her, "What did I do wrong?"

Jiang Qinghaze glanced at her lightly, "Aren't you going to dance next week?"

"It's not ...... yet" Su Wanzheng gasped, "Could it be that Minister Dai wants to dance as a pas de deux with me?"

“......”

Jiang Qinghaze lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, "Don't underestimate Dai Juan, she has a Dancers Association qualification certificate." ”

"What?" Su Wanzheng's eyes widened in surprise, she really didn't expect this.

A woman who is so vigorous and resolute on weekdays, can lead the department and talk about business, and even dances the national dance? What kind of treasure girl is this?

"Let her teach you this time. ”

"She's not going to hit anyone, is she?"

Su Wanzheng licked the corners of her lips fearfully.

She had seen the appearance of Dai Juan's subordinates in the teaching department, and every word was sharply poked into people's hearts, and there was no blood.

Jiang Qinghaze tapped her head with the tip of the pen and said lightly: "What are you thinking about?" ”

Although Su Wanzheng didn't want to have more contact with serious people, she didn't dare not listen to President Jiang's orders.

I was a little nervous when I ate with Dai Juan for the first time, and I was there the whole time, and I didn't eat a few bites of food.

"Teach Minister Su to dance, it's okay. ”

At the dinner table, Dai Juan listened to Jiang Qingha's words, smiled lightly, and raised her red lips slightly, "Chinese dance pays attention to the combination of elasticity and dots and lines, I think Miss Su is very good, with a soft waist and thin legs, which is very suitable." ”

Unexpectedly, she still had the feeling of an iceberg beauty when she smiled, and Su Wanzheng also smiled at her: "But I don't have any dancing foundation, and my body is very hard." ”

"If you just dance a song, you don't need to practice too much basic skills, just leave this to me, you can rest assured to follow me. ”

Minister Dai was easier to get along with than she expected, and Su Wanzheng smiled, "Then I will thank Teacher Dai first." ”

After eating, Su Wanzheng followed Dai Juan to her house to choose a song, and Jiang Qinghaze returned to the company to continue to improve the banquet.

For several days, she practiced with Dai Juan in a rented dance studio.

Every day is very tight, from morning to night, almost squeezing out the time for work.

But the good news is that we see results every day.

Sometimes when she was tired and sweating, she turned around and saw Jiang Qinghaze standing at the window, admiring her with a light gaze.

Su Wanzheng felt that she looked ugly without makeup and sweating, and warned him angrily not to peek again, and the man wiped her sweat lightly: "I'll check your progress, lest you mess up my banquet." ”

“......”

The peacock dance to be performed at the banquet is actually very difficult, and it is reasonable for Jiang Qinghag to be worried.

Because Su Wanzheng was not a solo dancer, Dai Juan found a peacock dance scholar and borrowed a white peacock she raised to call Mingjun.

Zhaojun's excellence lies in its ability to open the screen in a certain musical environment. Peacock Dance, if you can dance with the peacock, it will add more color to this performance.

Su Wanzheng spent three or four days getting along with Zhaojun, and finally cultivated some tacit understanding, as long as she played a flute in her hand and made that specific sound, Zhaojun would open the screen.

Coupled with the food in Su Wanzheng's hand, dancing with the choreographed movements can attract the peacock to complete a dance with her.

Considering the uncertainty of the animals, the show won't be too long, but it's still very impressive.

Xi Jiangran came on her first day of dance practice, but she treated him like an invisible person and didn't pay attention to him at all.

He didn't come the next day, the third day.

But every time Su Wanzheng finished practicing, Shi Bo waited at the door to pick her up.

When she returned home, the man often watched financial news in the living room, but she ignored it, and after eating, she went back to the room like a stranger, and no one took the initiative to speak.

For several days in a row, until the night before the banquet, she was extremely busy, choosing dance clothes, choosing styles, and contacting customers one by one to remind them not to forget tomorrow's banquet.

After everything was done, she was so tired that she lay down on the bed, and she didn't want to take a bath, she just wanted to close her eyes and open her eyes until tomorrow.

At this time, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and no one spoke.

Su Wanzheng erected a certain nerve alertly, she opened her eyes, and looked at the ceiling calmly, knowing who it was.

"Is there something?" she asked indifferently, as she had done to him these days.

"There is your courier. His deep voice rang out.

Su Wanzheng pursed her lower lip, dragged her tired body out of bed, unlocked and opened the door.

A delivery box reached in, and at the same time, a wide palm pressed against the door.

Su Wanzheng's eyes lit up, "Let go." ”

But at that time, the man's body had been squeezed in domineeringly.

Despite her resistance, he closed the door and rested his back against it.

"Xi Jiangran, you go out. She pointed angrily at the door, like a cat whose territory had been encroached upon, and her eyes were fierce.

After two or three days of not seeing her face-to-face, and not hearing her call his name, the man's throat moved for a moment.

Looking down at her white little face, she was wearing a fluffy home dress, and underneath it was a pair of jade-white slender ankles with obvious bruises.

He wrinkled his eyebrows silently, knowing that she had been learning to dance recently, and she had been practicing all day, and she had made her legs like this.

If I had known that she would be hurt, I wouldn't have made that request in the first place.

Ignoring the hedgehog-like hostility of the woman, he asked in a low voice, "Are you ready for tomorrow's dance?"

Seeing his expression when she saw her wound, she suddenly lost her anger and slowly hooked her lips, "Of course you are ready, after all, it is President Jiang's banquet, and I must do it to the extreme." ”

In other words, she practiced hard and was even injured for Jiang Qinghaze.

For Jiang Qinghaze......

The man's sword eyebrows sank to the bottom, and he held back his emotions: "I'll look at the dance dress." ”

Her smile did not decrease: "Mr. Jiang modified it for me, and he said that it is not good to dress too revealingly." ”

There was a thick mist in Xi Jiangran's eyes that could not be dissolved.

Choosing clothes and changing the size for her is obviously what he should do as a husband.

She deliberately got mad at him, and he managed to jump into her vision.

The man stepped forward, his hard knees between her legs, and pressed her against the wall without mercy.

With his arms on the side of her head, he leaned over, staring at her dark and dangerous gaze.

"Su Wanzheng, you just want to anger me like that?"

She heard his angry voice, and she steadied herself, slowly standing up straight, and staring at him.

"I've already explained to you about Ryuhoshi and Koizumi, what else do you want me to do?"

Scold.

The last rhetorical question made her restrain her mood well, and her anger rose again.

She slowly lifted her chin and asked him, "Do you remember this feeling?" I have experienced this anger almost every day in all my years as Mrs. Xi. ”

Xi Jiangran's body stiffened.

"And you can't stand it for just a few days?" she was smiling hard, but her heart was bitter.

She has never been a woman who is willing to be wronged, but for him, she lowered her bottom line again and again.

His Adam's apple rolled, somewhere in his heart touched, and his gaze softened for a moment as he stared at her.

Su Wanzheng lowered her head and brushed the hair in front of her, and said slowly: "You ask me what I want, I want Song Liuxing and Song Yiquan to leave my sight forever." ”