But for a long time, they didn't come back again.

Maybe she was sick and uncomfortable, she was listless when she was sick and cold in the past.

Thinking about it like this, Nan Xiang didn't bother anymore.

If you don't have to go to the studio, you won't have anything to do today.

Nan Xiang thought of going to clean up the bowl last night, Jiang Yechen's bowl of beef soup was eaten cleanly, and his face couldn't help but be a little ruddy.

Although I didn't see Jiang Yechen eating, I must like it if I could eat so cleanly.

Thinking about it, she decided to just make a snack today.

After all, living together, looking down and not looking up, it's not like to be angry and don't do Jiang Yechen's share of food.

"Mother Xu, where did these come from?" Nan Xiang changed his clothes and walked out of the room, Bai Jiao and Jiang Zhan both went to the kindergarten, and the house was exceptionally quiet.

Mother Xu was wiping the frames of some paintings, and Nan Xiang looked at the paintings on the ground and asked.

Mother Xu looked up and replied, "Oh, madam, that's right." It seems to be the work of Mr. Bai, framed by the tea house. ”

Nan Xiang looked carefully at the painting on the ground and was stunned.

These paintings are very similar to the scenes she copied, and they are also pictures of men playing golf on the golf course in the tea house.

But the drawing method is not from her hand.

Jiang Yechen called her to copy at the same time, and also called Bai Jiao to go?

Yesterday, I met Bai Jiao and traveled with them in the tea house, and it turned out to be not an accident.

Jiang Yechen, why did he call her, and let Bai Jiao paint.

What was he looking at in his mind?

Or is it that from beginning to end, she Nanxiang is a role that sets off Bai Jiao.

"Madam, ma'am?" Mama Xu called out to her twice.

"You rub it. Nan Xiang's face gradually turned cold, replied, turned around and walked out.

"Madam, aren't you going to make snacks?" asked Mama Xu.

"I don't have enough ingredients, so I'll go out for a while. Nanxiang put on his shoes and went out.

Sitting in the taxi, Su Mei sent a voice one by one.

"Nanxiang, I want to get rid of the past! Be a milk tea chef who concocts the best milk tea!"

Nan Xiang was about to reply with a word of congratulations, Su Mei sent another series of voices, "I'm so angry that I helped the store manager catch up with a big order for an appointment, two hundred cups of milk tea! The company actually said that it would go out of business, you say, how can there be such a thing! The company is really unlucky, I was only on the first day of work, and the store manager was criticized with me, hum." ”

Nan Xiang looked at the news that he was unhappy for a while, and he was entangled in watching it, only listening to the driver in front of him, "Miss, your friend is young as soon as he hears what he says." In these years, the risk of entrepreneurship is high, and it is not uncommon for companies to close down every day. We drive in a boring job, we all listen to audio channels, and we hear a lot of this kind of news. ”

The driver was not surprised, and said that he also turned on a playback of the audio channel on the screen in the car, "In the morning, what company made money and went bankrupt, and it was played more than a dozen times in a row, I heard the ear calluses, it is better to put more beautiful music to listen." ”

Nan Xiang listened to the rough sound of the radio news, and smiled perfunctorily, "Yes." ”

She lowered her head and continued to reply to Su Mei's message, and suddenly, a message from an unfamiliar account popped into her eyes.

The message reads – what are you doing?

Nan Xiang was confused, and she clicked into this person's account.

The other party's dynamics are a line, and words such as only three days can only be seen without permission to display the circle of friends, and he should be a person who never posts moments.

The account name is even more unfamiliar, with a capital letter J.

She had no impression of adding this person.

And as soon as I came up, I asked her what she was doing.

- Are you?

With doubts in his heart, Nan Xiang replied to J's contact first.

- What do you say?

The other side immediately replied, with a deep resentment.

Nan Xiang looked at the reply depressedly and went back.

- Hello, do we know each other?

Nan Xiang saw that the dialog box was typing, but she waited a minute and didn't see a reply.

Thinking of the WeChat scam that has become popular on the Internet recently, she vigilantly sent another one.

- I didn't add you, let's delete each other.

Now, the message was immediately replied.

- How dare you!

Although it was just an exclamation mark added to the end of the two words, Nan Xiang felt a lot of pressure.

This feeling, weird, as if someone is staring at you with a pair of eyes.

But I thought that the other party was just a boring stranger, but he said commands to himself.

Nan Xiang suddenly felt indignant, and swiped his hand to the avatar page above, ready to delete this person directly.

The message came back quickly.

- I'm your husband.

Nan Xiang looked at the content in shock, a few simple words, without any expression.

From the black font, Nan Xiang read a kind of gratuitous resentment.

Inexplicably, she thought of Jiang Yechen's serious face, the serious demeanor of typing with a straight face.

They didn't use the title of husband and wife, and the words of the husband made her jaw drop.

——On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar calendar, my son's birthday, we went to choose a sample gift together in the evening.

The other party quickly reported his intentions, as if he wanted to prove the power of his husband's two words in this way.

Nan Xiang was already dumbfounded, and only then did he realize that it was almost the end of October in the lunar calendar.

Jiang Zhan's birthday is October 28, and this year is his third birthday.

I almost forgot about it.

Knowing Jiang Zhan's birthday, the identity of the other party has been proved beyond doubt.

Nan Xiang's jaw dropped in shock.

When did Jiang Yechen add her WeChat?

J, with his last name, is really simple and crude enough.

I thought of the fact that the phone was taken away a few days ago, could it be that time?

- Oh, okay.

Nan Xiang thought about it and typed back.

In the office, Jiang Yechen leaned on the office chair, staring at that with black eyes, as if he had a grudge against this word.

This dead woman, with other people, even passers-by can talk and laugh, chatting with him is just an oh!

In a fit of rage, the phone slammed onto the table.

The muffled noise frightened the Secretary-General who came in.

"Jiang, Mr. Jiang, are you not satisfied with the plan?"

"Well, redo. Jiang Yechen quietly picked up the pen and sacrificed an innocent business case.

I can't fault this project, but it could be better.

The secretary-general quickly took the proposal from the table and asked cautiously, "Did you hear the news?"

As a secretary, the companion is like a tiger, and ten out of ten will figure out the boss's thoughts.

The secretary general has been an old secretary in Jiang Sheng for many years, Jiang Yechen blinked, and she began to analyze, and the accuracy of the analysis was no worse than Ban Hua.

"What's the news?" Jiang Yechen asked, picked up his phone again and flipped through it, his tone was light.

The Secretary-General stood up straight, and suddenly said with some nervousness. "Don't you know yet?"

Jiang Yechen's gaze moved from the mobile phone to the secretary general's body, and his eyes had the power of soul dementoring, "An Ling, you never talk nonsense." ”

The secretary general was stunned by the man's eyes, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, this may be related to your private affairs, and I shouldn't have mentioned it." ”

"Early this morning, news broke out outside that Nan's furniture factory had serious quality problems, and Nan's company had completely stopped. ”