387: Jiang Xiaolin's offensive wife chase
In the evening, Ah Wan sent his new boss home, the address was an old-fashioned residential area, the alley was narrow, and the sports car with the last two sixes and two nines with license plates was not parked properly, accounting for half of the road width.
This license plate is so familiar, which big guy is from the imperial capital?
Ah Wan couldn't think of it for a while: "Whose car is it?" "The big guy is amazing!
Tang wanted to send the edited email on his mobile phone, so he looked up and looked outside the car: "I'll get off here." β
Ah Wan unbuckled his seat belt: "I'll send you in." "He's a very competent bodyguard and works hard.
His boss saw that it was getting late and was considerate of the employees: "Don't bother, just a few steps." β
Ah Wan insisted: "How can it be done, at night, it is most likely to meet hooligans and drunks." He got out of the car and gentlemanly opened the door for the lady.
Don wanted to say thank you and got out of the car.
Ah Wan sent the person downstairs.
"It's hard work for Lin to help today. β
Ah Wan waved his hand: "Serious, serious." β
"I'll treat you to dinner another day. β
Ah Wan waved his hand again: "You're polite." β
"Be careful on the road. β
Ah Wan waved her hand and didn't take away a piece of starlight: "Take care." β
Tang Xiang: "......"
What's going on with this Jianghu gas?
She turned and walked towards the staircaseβ
A voice came from Leng Buding: "Who is he?"
Tang Xiang's heart hung in his throat: "Scared me." β
Jiang Xiaolin came out of the shadows, his suit jacket was on his wrists, and his tie was loose: "That man, who is it?"
"My secretary. β
He was weird: "Rabbits don't eat the grass by the nest." β
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Why does she eat the grass on the edge of the nest?
"Can you speak human language?"
Okay, he said human words, and he straightened his tie like a person, and laughed so wickedly that he was beaten up: "I have a long ability, Tang Xiang." β
The tone, like a hooligan.
Ah Wan is right, at night, it is most likely to encounter hooligans and drunks.
Tang Xiang thinks that he is not an angry person, but every time he is made by this guy to want to beat someone: "Jiang Xiaolin, you came to scold him, right?"
His face did not change: "I passed by." β
"I'm too lazy to talk to you. She went straight to the staircase.
In her sophomore year, her roommate Xiao Gui decided to confess to their instructor Chen Pei after hesitating for half a year, Xiao Gui was a shy and timid girl who didn't have the courage to confess in person, so she wrote a love letter, and Tuo Tang wanted this study committee member to send it.
At that time, Chen Pei was chatting with people outside the classroom, and it was recess time, and when she went to the podium to hand in the semester evaluation form, she 'incidentally' sandwiched the love letter in his notepad.
She thought no one would notice, and as a resultβ
As soon as she sat back in her seat, a faint sentence came from behind: "You have a long ability, Tang Xiang." β
Has this man's eyes and mouth been soaked in peacock gall?
She turned her head and smiled without smiling: "Of course, if you don't have a little ability, how can you be the second in ten thousand years." β
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Chen Pei came in at this time, and before entering the topic, he hung in the river for more than half an hour before he began to get down to business: "There are three things to talk about. β
As he said this, he picked up the notepad on the podium, and the envelope fell out of the page.
It is a pink envelope.
Eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys and girls, their favorite thing is the pink story, and immediately someone started to coax, the classroom was screaming, and even the boy stood up and teased: "Instructor, Yanfu is good." β
Chen Pei was made red-faced: "Don't make a fuss, sit down for me." β
"Instructor, read it to us. β
Chen Pei is young, talkative and humorous, and has a good relationship with many students in the class, and one in the front row made a joke without scruples: "We're sorry for Lao Chen, why don't I read it?"
The boy who spoke made a gesture to pick up the love letters on the ground.
The buddies in the back row sang and harmonized: "Xiaobei, hurry up!"
Before Xiaobei got up, Tang Xiang stood up, and Jiang Xiaolin behind Tang Xiang also stood up, he walked on a pair of slender legs, took a step ahead, walked to the podium, and calmly picked up the love letter: "I wrote this, you want to listen to it and come to me." β
The big boys who were making a fuss were silent.
Chen Pei, whose mouth was open enough to stuff eggs: "......"
The direction of this plot is so rotten without warning.
Because of this love letter, Chen Pei, who has always been able to speak well, spoke several times and did not match the preface, and the class meeting time for two classes was originally scheduled, but it ended in less than one class.
As soon as the class meeting ended, Tang Xiang didn't pack his bag and chased Jiang Xiaolin out.
"Jiang Xiaolin. β
He stopped and turned back.
"Thank you. She sincerely thanked her, and for more than a year in the same class, she felt that this person was not bad for the first time.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm afraid of staining my own ears. He dragged his tone, chanting poetry, white clothes and black pants like a noble son who was rich and rich, lazily reading the content of the love letter, "I want to be crazy about you, the sky is wasted, the old sea is rotten...... When you write these words, don't you feel sour?"
Tang Xiang: "......"
Good sour.
The expression on his face had changed from a mockery to a shameful smile: "You are still dreaming night and night, what do you want to do in your dreams?
Tang Xiang was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted, and scolded with a red face: "Hooligans!"
After that, the young, talkative, handsome and sunny male instructor never appeared again, and they changed to a female instructor in their class.
It was rumored in the class that Jiang Xiaolin was gay, and the girls who liked him also died down.
Don thought. β
Tang Xianggang walked to the staircase and turned around: "What are you doing?"
His tone suddenly became serious: "Call me if there's anything." β
There is no beginning or end to the words.
Tang Xiang was confused by him: "What the hell are you here for?"
He stood in the night, the lights and the moonlight on his face, and he said, "Pass by." β
Passing by again.
When she was working part-time, she was eaten tofu, and he beat people up, saying that she was passing by. She was spied at in the bathhouse, her underwear was missing, and when she went out, she caught him, and he was also passing by. She went to study abroad and saw him at the school next door, which was only a street away, and he said he was passing by.
"Jiang Xiaolin, are you-"
The words are not finished.
"Be careful!"
Jiang Xiaolin rushed towards her, and while pushing her away, he reached out to block it.
"Boom!"
The flowerpot fell straight down from the stairs and shattered at their feet.
Tang Xiang was stunned.
Jiang Xiaolin immediately looked up at the roof of the building, there was no light on it, and he couldn't see anything clearly, he pulled Tang Xiang to a safe place first: "Did you hurt anything?"
She stared at his right hand: "I'm fine, where's your hand?"
He raised his right hand slightly, his eyebrows furrowed: "I can't move." His tone was very understated, and he didn't take it to heart, "Maybe it's broken." β
If he took a step further, the pot would not be smashed into his hands, but on his head.
Tang was scared when she thought about it, her heart was beating fast, she was annoyed, and she scolded: "Jiang Xiaolin, are you stupid, this flower pot can't hit me at all, you ran over to block something, do you think your life is too long!"
It's not a long life.
He was a conditioned reflex, and the moment he saw the flower pot, his judgment was zero, and there was only one thought in his head, which had to push her away.
His head was hot, and he blurted out: "I'm just stupid, otherwise how could I like you." β
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The people are quiet, and the wind is quiet.
It's been a long time.
Jiang Xiaolin picked up the suit that fell on the ground, and everything was normal except for his blushing face and red neck: "I have a broken hand and can't drive the car, you take me to the hospital." β
Tang Xiang was stunned: "Oh. β
After the sports car with the last two sixes and two nines in the license plate drove away, Ah Wan sneaked out of the shadows and called his boss to report.
"Boss, the Target No. 1 faction is really here. β
Target No. 1 is Luo Changfang.
Of course, there is No. 1, and No. 2 is Jiang Xiaolin.
Ah Wan truthfully described this thrilling plot: "I saw someone on the roof of the building, and Target No. 1 should have wanted to intimidate Mr. Tang with violence and threw flower pots at an angle, but Target No. 2 also came, and Target No. 2 sabotaged Target No. 1's intimidation plan." He couldn't help but express his personal opinion subjectively, "But I think Target No. 2 is a bit stupid, and I ran over and let the flower pot be smashed in vain." β
The flower pot was still a short distance from where Tang wanted to stand, not to hurt or kill, but to warn.
After listening to this, Jiang Zhi asked a little: "What are you doing?"
Ah Wan replied casually: "I'm observing in the dark." β
"What did I ask you to do?"
The tone is dangerous, with a hint of anger.
Ah Wan's back straightened involuntarily: "Protect Mr. Tang." He quickly explained, "I saw that Target No. 2 was also here, so I temporarily made room for them, so as not to hinder them from falling in love." β
Jiang Zhi reiterated: "Don't be smart, protect Tang Xiang." β
"Yes, boss. β
The Fifth People's Hospital.
The doctor put a plaster cast on Jiang Xiaolin's hand, and the bone was not broken, but it was cracked and slightly displaced.
He came out of the emergency room with his arms hanging down, with a thin sweat on his forehead and a burning light in his eyes: "The doctor said that my hand will not get better in a month or two, what are you going to do?"
Don didn't want to look at him: "What to do?"
He walked over and approached her: "It's for your injuries." β
She was still holding his blazer, and she didn't feel comfortable looking at him: "So what do you want?"
He was succinct: "You have to pay." β
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It's the same as the computer with a broken screen back then.
His gaze was on her, never so hot, and his gaze forced her to retreat, and he said, "You can pay in installments." β
Tang Xiang took a step back: "How to pay?"
He took two steps forward, bent down, and looked at each other: "Come and stay at my house for a month." β
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