Chapter 22 "See you on the third of next month."

After dinner, it was already completely dark.

Mrs. Wen called her upstairs and brought her two dresses.

The dress was handmade by Mrs. Wen's tailor, without labels, the fabric was exquisite, the embroidery was exquisite, and it was priceless.

Each member of the Wen family not only has their own driver, butler, but also special designers, tailors, and family doctors.

They have served the Wen family for generations, and only serve the Wen family.

Such a person is not something that ordinary listed companies can afford.

And this kind of food and clothing requires the accumulation of wealth for several generations.

It was also when Wen Xili came back this time that she knew that the Wen family was so rich.

It can be called a rich country.

No wonder He Chunbai knew that after he knew, he would strike first.

Ginger wine walked down the stairs with the bag, and Wen Xili was walking back from the Wen family's big garden.

When he passed by her, his eyes were not on her.

Jiang Jiu stopped him: "Xili." ”

The man tilted his head, glanced at her with slanted eyes, and did not say anything.

Jiang Jiu smiled: "I'm going home." ”

Wen Xili retracted his gaze and snorted lightly: "Do you want me to send you?" ”

Ginger replied briskly, "Okay." ”

Wen Xili tilted his head and looked at her like a fool.

Jiang Jiu looked at his expression, couldn't help but sneer, walked forward quickly, stood next to Wen Xili, looked at the man for a few seconds, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

Wen Xili didn't seem to expect her to make such a move, her eyebrows suddenly frowned, and a trace of obvious disgust flashed in her dark eyes.

"Have you kissed Jiang Caiwei?"

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"It's okay, I'll disinfect you in the future." Jiang Jiu smiled at him, "Wherever she touches you, I'll wash it up." ”

Wen Xili was laughed at by her again.

"Jiang Jiu, are you really sick in the brain?"

Where did he get such a strong possessiveness, even if he touched a woman?

Jiang Jiu calmly corrected: "Xili, it's your brain that is really sick." ”

She said seriously, Wen Xili's fingers were a little itchy, he clenched his fists hard, then raised his hand, pinched the neck of ginger wine and carried the person out of the hall.

"Get out." He stood condescendingly in the doorway, and said mercilessly.

Jiang Jiu stood across from him, his big bright eyes staring at him and blinking softly.

The moonlight gilded her with a phantom, making her fangs and claws look a little well-behaved.

She didn't know why, but she looked a little happy, and her bright eyes were full of starlight.

Wen Xili stared at her, not bothering to care what she was happy about, retracted his gaze, and turned to leave.

"Xili!"

Jiang Jiu called him again, Wen Xili didn't look back, he heard the sound of sprinting behind him, subconsciously turned around, and was pounced on by Jiang Jiu and hugged him.

Her lips hurt, and she bit her again, and the woman's brisk voice sounded in her earsβ€”

"See you on the third of next month."