Chapter 16: Just Throwing Fruit
She reflected on it, and she was also at fault.
He rarely sent her to work once, but she sat in his car and sent messages to other men without telling him, and she didn't smile like she usually did.
Come to think of it, it really shouldn't be......
Tomorrow Saturday, it's time for Liao Peiyan to ask them to go back to the old house.
But when she promised to invite Shen Qian to dinner, she forgot about it, and time conflicted.
Inviting someone to dinner will seem very insincere to change the time, and it doesn't really matter if she goes to the old mansion or not.
Liao Peiyan only wanted to see Jiang Zhan and Jiang Yechen, and Ye Lingshan, whom she liked, would also go, and she would go by herself, just to add to the blockage......
That's why Nan Xiang wanted to take the initiative to show friendship with Jiang Yechen once, explain the reason why Shen Qian helped her to Jiang Yechen clearly, and hoped that in exchange for his understanding, she would be allowed to go out on Saturday.
Jiang Zhan slept late tonight, he will definitely lie in bed tomorrow, get up and eat and then pick up, it should be afternoon when he goes to the old house, it should be okay.
Nan Xiang thought and walked to the study.
The light in the study was on, and Jiang Yechen went directly into the study without looking at Jiang Zhan, indicating that he had been really busy recently.
Most of the meals he eats at the company are unhealthy simple meals, and he should eat some fruits to add nutrients.
Nan Xiang reached out to push the door, his heart beating nervously.
After all, now, it was she who took the initiative to find Jiang Yechen, and there were very few.
But when Nan Xiang was about to go in, a woman's voice suddenly came from his ears.
She looked and saw Ye Lingshan sitting at Jiang Yechen's desk.
Her hands stiffened, and after only one glance, she covered her mouth and turned around, leaning against the wall next to the door, gasping silently, her chest tingling and heaving.
She didn't see what the two of them were doing, but Ye Lingshan appeared here at night, and this cognition was enough for Nanxiang to be uncomfortable.
Jiang Yechen would never take a woman home at night.
In the past, some of Jiang Yechen's female secretaries and the like would also send things such as contracts to their homes, but they were all received by Xu's mother.
Jiang Yechen encountered it, but it was just a formulaic statement.
But for Ye Lingshan, he has exceeded the bottom line again and again.
Nan Xiang didn't know why his heart hurt so much.
Obviously knowing, Ye Lingshan will replace her, but really, it hurts.
"Who's out there?"
Jiang Yechen, who heard the movement, walked out of the study directly, and Nan Xiang's frustrated appearance against the wall was in full view.
He subconsciously stepped forward quickly, thinking that something had happened to Nanxiang.
"Nanxiang, what are you doing?"
Nan Xiang didn't look away from him expressionlessly, and lowered the fruit plate in his hand.
"Throw away some rotten fruit. ”
After speaking, she walked to the trash can where potted plants were placed on the side, poured all the fruits on the plate, and then didn't go back to Jiang Zhan's children's room.
The rest of Jiang Yechen, who is unknown, are all fresh fruits, where is there rotten, why didn't he see it?
After a few days of ignoring each other, her temper has grown.
Jiang Yechen's face was a little stinky, and when he went back to the study, he closed the door heavily, forgetting that Ye Lingshan was still inside, which frightened Ye Lingshan.
Nan Xiang heard the sound of the door closing, and closed her eyes tiredly, was she disturbing their warmth?
This marriage that shouldn't belong to her, perhaps, it's really time to come to an end......
After sending Ye Lingshan away, Jiang Yechen took a shower and couldn't read the documents.
He lazily put on his pajamas, revealing half of the vigorous mermaid line, walked to the second bedroom, reached out to pull the door, and a force of internal resistance made him unable to open the door.
Jiang Yechen's brows furrowed, this dead woman actually dared to lock the door again!
He has the key, but Nan Xiang's attitude angered him, he Jiang Yechen has always been admired, and he has not been able to be someone else!
Others are not worthy, and Nanxiang is even less worthy!
Jiang Yechen went back to the master bedroom in a huff, and in the middle of the night, there was another muffled sound, and Nanxiang changed his sleeping position uncomfortably, and had a nightmare.
I dreamed that I was going to eat fish, but the fish suddenly jumped up and knocked off her hair cover, and all the people who ate fish were scared away by Nanxiang's ugly face.
A woman suddenly ran over and poured fish soup on Nan Xiang's face, the ugly mark on Nan Xiang's forehead suddenly enlarged and crawled all over her face, Jiang Yechen left her in disgust and took Jiang Zhan away.
Nan Xiang woke up crying, covering the hairband on his forehead with both hands, and curled up in a ball.
found that it was just a dream, and after a while, Nanxiang changed his clothes and washed.
When eating with people, basic etiquette is very important, and Nanxiang is a person who pays attention to politeness.
It's too casual to wear the clothes you usually wear to work, and you can't wear them too deliberately.
After thinking about it, she wore a more Chinese-style pale pink floral skirt with a hairband of similar color that she bought online, which was simple and not rude.
She still has a lot of clothes, and there are a few dresses, and girls love beauty, and they wear them for themselves.
Because it was the weekend, both father and son were still sleeping.
The company is busy, but on weekends, Jiang Yechen is a little more relaxed.
Coupled with the invitation of his parents, Jiang Yechen is filial, and he will handle official business at home or at the old mansion today.
Mother Xu got up early, picked fresh vegetables and melons in the yard and just came in.
Seeing Nanxiang's rare dress, he was about to go out with his bag, and he unexpectedly stood at the door and asked.
"Madam, are you going out on Saturday?"
Nan Xiangping snorted, and could see that his mood was not very good.
"Mother Xu, I can't go to the old house today, Mr. Jiang got up and you told him, I made Xiao Zhan's favorite fish intestines yesterday and put them in the refrigerator, if he cries, you steam some for him to eat, and he won't make trouble." ”
Mother Xu was a little surprised and suddenly changed her wife, how could the wife change her name to Mr. Jiang.
Usually, no matter how unhappy Nanxiang was, he would also call Yechen.
The relationship between the two has been even worse since Ye Lingshan appeared.
"When will you be back, ma'am?"
When Mother Xu asked this sentence, Nan Xiang had already walked out of the door of the villa and didn't hear it.
She and Shen Qian had an appointment at eleven o'clock, and now it was only half past seven, and she had to go to the toy market to find out if there were any masks for sale.
Dandan saw a dance show on TV, and drew the same beautiful mask worn by the princess as in the show.
When he saw the mask on the painting, a pair of eyes appeared on Dandan's bandaged face, full of longing.
Nan Xiang wanted to find a similar mask for Dandan to fill the hole in Dandan's heart.
When Nan Xiang first noticed that the mark on her forehead had become bigger, she also hid herself for a while, and hid the mark on her forehead with everything that the Nan family could cover.
From a certain point of view, Dandan is very similar to her, another poor Nanxiang.
But she was still a little luckier than Dandan.
At least before the age of twelve, she grew up in a normal and happy environment, and Dandan has been abused by her parents since she was a child.
Soon after Nanxiang arrived at the market, the stranded wave "buzzed" and sent it to WeChat.
Nan Xiang took out his mobile phone from his bag and clicked on it, and Nan Xiang, who was amused by the novel funny expression, almost laughed outside.
Shen Qian is really humorous, very humorous, his emojis seem to be endless, there is always the next one.