readx; Although she knew that her grandmother was better to her and even to Jiang Lele, her own granddaughter, Pei Xiaomiao didn't know that there was still this reason, because they were all ordinary women, but they were deeply loved by extraordinary men. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIf you have already read this chapter, please go to: Dagger Fiction Ыqi to read the latest chapter

"So never be presumptuous." Mrs. Jiang lovingly smoothed the hair on her forehead, and told her gently and forcefully, "Junhao loves you and is your most noble status symbol." ”

Old Madam Jiang's words made Pei Xiaomiao fall into deep thought.

From the beginning of her determination to this point, she has made an exception again and again, why can't she bet on the last one?

"If you think about it, you can start all over again, but you can't never do it all over again." Old Madam Jiang got up, her wrinkled hands tremblingly holding on to her crutches, and said meaningfully.

Pei Xiaomiao hurriedly greeted her, and asked with some worry, "Grandma." Have you been in good health lately? ”

"Nothing serious. When people get old, it is inevitable that they will be dizzy. Let Lao Wu come over and support me, you go out quickly. The old lady's heart warmed. Everyone can say their own words, but what others say always feels harsh.

Although she is old, she can still tell who is true and who is fake.

Yang Meihua's group is all keeping an eye on the Jiang family's property. But as long as she is still alive for a day, the Jiang family's property will still be in her hands.

Pei Xiaomiao stood with the old lady for a long time, and waited for Lao Wu to come over before leaving the restaurant.

As soon as he came out of the door, Jiang Junhao was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

His figure is slender and slender, and his eyebrows and eyes are like finely drawn splashed ink paintings. A faint smoke spilled from his thin red lips, and the picture had an indescribable sensuality.

Pei Xiaomiao stared at the cigarette butt that was almost piled up into a hill under his feet, and frowned.

When did you learn to smoke?

Jiang Junhao's attention was all focused on the door, and when he finally waited for the figure, his heart was sour again.

Is it so hard to get engaged to him? He spent so long trying to force her to admit his affection, would it take another year and a half to force her to get engaged to him?

But he didn't want to wait any longer.

When she thought about it, she didn't even say a decent "I like you" to him.

He took out a cigarette with his fingertips, lit it, and put it into his lips, but it was unceremoniously amputated by a tender little hand.

"No smoking." Pei Xiaomiao raised the cigarette butt that had been lit, and the smell of tobacco lingered between her fingers.

Jiang Junhao glanced at him: "Wait until you become Mrs. Jiang and then tell me this." ”

Pei Xiaomiao frowned, and repeated loudly without thinking, "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang told you that you are not allowed to smoke." ”

The hand holding the lighter seemed to be running through an electric current, and the pain in his chest was scattered with a punch. Jiang Junhao raised his eyes, "Figured it out?" ”

"Figured it out." Pei Xiaomiao nodded, "Let's get engaged." ”

"How did you figure it out?" Jiang Junhao asked. He really wanted to know how the mind in this woman's head worked.

"Anyway, now that I am Jiang Junhao's fiancée, the whole country knows about it, and I don't think I can rely on it." Pei Xiaomiao smiled at him with crooked eyebrows.

That's true. I've been with him for a long time, and his women have become more and more witty.

Jiang Junhao raised his eyebrows, "Since you have figured it out, then say something if you like me, come and listen to it for me." ”