Since Shen Qingtang returned home that night, he hardly went out again, staying at home and packing three suitcases.

The jasmine double-sided embroidery to be given to Ah Nian was just completed in the past few days, and it was ready to be sent to Jiangning City.

"Tangtang, your phone."

Grandma Su walked out of the hall and handed her the mobile phone: "Say it's your classmate, and his name is Song Ruoyao." ”

Shen Qingtang hurriedly put down the needle and thread, took the mobile phone, and asked softly, "Miss Song, do you have anything wrong?" ”

The female voice on the other end of the phone was hearty and seemed to be teasing: "Why, can't I call you if it's okay?" ”

"Not really," Shen Qingtang smiled, "I'm just curious." ”

After all, she and Song Ruoyao, the eldest lady born with a golden spoon, have no deep friendship.

The only connection lies with Xie Xingye.

When he was in college, Shen Qingtang joined Xie Xingye's Hurricane Racing Club in order to earn credits, and Xie Xingye often forcibly invited Shen Qingtang to watch racing in the name of holding club activities.

And Song Ruoyao is a member of Xie Xingye's racing team, and she is also Xie Xingye's childhood sweetheart.

Although Xie Xingye never refused to admit this, he still disliked Song Ruoyao very much.

Song Ruoyao said lightly: "I won't tease you, let's get down to business." Jiangning will recently hold an intangible cultural heritage inheritance meeting to determine the successors of each intangible cultural heritage item. Don't you like Suzhou embroidery, why don't you come back and try it? ”

Shen Qingtang's eyes lit up, he had heard such a rumor a long time ago, and now he really got confirmation from Song Ruoyao's mouth.

She nodded to herself and said gratefully, "Thank you for telling me this, I'll go." ”

"However, for the sake of your future, I have to take you to meet some people so that you can be qualified to participate in the conference," Song Ruoyao said very seriously, "Xie Xingye has always disliked these hypocritical parties. So promise me not to tell him. ”

Shen Qingtang let out a "hmm" and hung up the phone a little irritably, the irritability came from the uneasiness in his heart.

She does not have much scheming, and her perception of the emotions of the people around her is not accurate enough, but this does not mean that she is a fool.

Nothing to offer courtesy, which specifies that there is a cat greasy.

Song Ruoyao is a typical person who is not as good as her name, under this scholarly and graceful name, she is a tall, wheat-skinned sassy girl, Danfeng's eyes are bright and open, and her clear voice will only be deliberately suppressed in front of Xie Xingye.

She's not a bad guy who likes to be kind!

In view of the fact that Song Ruoyao had been promised, he would never tell Xie Xingye.

So the next day, when Jiang Qingyan came to pick her up, she secretly told Jiang Qingyan about it: "I'm worried that she has bad intentions." My safety is nothing, but I can't let you lose face. I'm already your wife after all. ”

Jiang Qingyan leaned lazily on the Bentley car, lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "Don't worry, I will accompany you." ”

Shen Qingtang lowered her head in surprise, thinking that it was not necessary, she didn't want to make headlines in Jiangning City because of the love triangle.

Jiang Qingyan took in the girl's expression and smiled without moving.

The girl simply pulled up her balls, and a very simple white dress was put on her body, outlining the perfect waistline.

The skirt has a large area of red roses burning like fire from the waist, which is easy to look tacky, but it is like a dead afterglow on her.

Grandma Su soon followed, looking Jiang Qingyan up and down with a pair of clear eyes, implicitly critical and tentative.

This behavior is completely deliberate, and of course it seems very impolite.

Jiang Qingyan smiled indifferently, stepped forward quickly and said, "Hello Grandma Su, I am an investor here. Because of his love for Suzhou embroidery, he specially hired Miss Shen as the director of Suzhou embroidery of Shengming Company. ”

Sheng Ming is actually a clothing design company 100% owned by the Jiang Group, and the name of the director of Su embroidery is obviously much better than that of the embroidery master.

Jiang Qingyan easily won the favor of Grandma Su, and she began to smile from ear to ear, treating her granddaughter's future boss with a cautious and loving attitude.

This is also what Shen Qingtang instructed him in advance: Grandma Su must not be informed of the marriage between the two.

Grandma Su held a suitcase in her hand, and with the other hand, she desperately stuffed the four-color slice cake that had been steamed in the morning into Jiang Qingyan's hand.

"Tang Tang is stubborn, if she does something wrong, she refuses to change. Just call me and let me scold her. ”

These words were obviously maintained, Jiang Qingyan took the heavy pastry, but he didn't dare to take Grandma Su's words.

"Let me move."

He smiled at the old man, picked up his suitcase and sent it to the car, the sleeves of his white shirt half-rolled up, revealing a slender and powerful forearm.

As he exerted his strength, green tendons faintly bloomed on his arms, and this person was not as weak as he appeared.

Shen Qingtang's heart was pounding.

She lowered her eyebrows and hid under Grandma Su's reluctant gaze, for fear of being seen out.

I don't know if it was the excessively hot weather in midsummer, or her hot cheeks, she sat in the co-pilot in a trance, and the scenery outside the window quickly receded.

It's so sneaky, it's like cheating.

But if he really wanted to tell the truth, Shen Qingtang didn't dare.

Is she going to marry a man she doesn't know at all, or is it for money—such a thing is ridiculous just to think about.

The sound of "tick tick tick" continued to sound.

Shen Qingtang came to his senses, and after looking around for a while, he panicked and pulled the sleeve of the person beside him.

"Is the car broken?"

She asked quietly, her eyes wet.

The car slowed down and pulled to the side of the road.

Shen Qingtang still held on to him, his eyes were red, as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

Even she didn't notice it, and she began to gradually get used to Jiang Qingyan's approach.

Jiang Qingyan held her shoulders and kept trying to get closer, wrapped in a faint mint fragrance, mixed with the slight spiciness of the scorching sun.

He changed his appearance of having no desires and no desires, the water at the bottom of his eyes revealed an unquiet mood, and the god of pure heart and few desires showed his preference nakedly.

Shen Qingtang's heart was in turmoil, and the fierce emotions that surged out in an instant suppressed reason, and his eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, and slowly stopped.

The seat belt "clicked" shut, and the faint mint fragrance dissipated in an instant.

Shen Qingtang opened his eyes, and the overwhelming embarrassment came to him, and he was really embarrassed.

She actually thought about it in that direction, and raised her face to make it easier for him to act.

Shen Qingtang lowered his head in shame, and ravaged the canvas bag with his hands down, and the hard touch of the corner hinted at what was about to happen.

It was the household registration book she stole from.

It's a bit tough, but you have to get it straight.

"Can I go straight to your house?"

Jiang Qingyan's pupils dilated suddenly, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the girl's face for the time being.

He looked straight ahead and said lightly, "Whatever you like." ”

Shen Qingtang hurriedly defended: "Shen Yan took back Jiang Qingyan's wife, not the illegitimate daughter of the Shen family. I was thinking I'd feel more comfortable in your house. ”

"I know," Jiang Qingyan seemed to smile, "it should be our family now." ”

Shen Qingtang can't see through his thoughts, it stands to reason that his beloved fiancée ran away with someone else, it is a matter of a man's dignity and bottom line, Jiang Qingyan should be furious.

But he shushed her for such a substitute, and his voice was so gentle that it seemed to soak in water.

A few hours later, the Bentley pulled into a single-family villa in Jiangning City.

As soon as Shen Qingtang was about to get out of the car, the door on the other side was opened, Jiang Qingyan bent down slightly and stretched out his hand towards her.

"Mrs. Jiang, we're home."