Jiang Misheng clenched instantly, avoided people, and looked back at Ying Huai's cold and calm eyes last week.

He still raised his hand and didn't put it down.

Mockery crossed under his nose: "The ability is really not small, and Cheng Zhendong's appetite was hung up in one night." ”

While Zhou Yinghuai was talking, he wiped the finger that had touched her mobile phone with a piece of paper, disgusted.

Jiang Misheng was steamed by the hot water so that his face was red and his heart was beating, and his body was thin and transparent.

She grabbed the bath towel on her chest: "Cheng Zhendong is just my potential customer, it's normal to talk more, in what capacity is Mr. Zhou arrogantly accusing people here?" ”

"Jiang Misheng ......"

He leaned forward and grabbed her wristbone.

Jiang Misheng couldn't break free, the man was strong, and his bones were surprisingly hard.

"You really owe people, you are a man, are you cheap?"

Zhou Yinghuai pushed her, her back was close to the bathroom wall, and his face was as evil as a man-eating wolf.

"Yes, I'm cheap."

One hand grabbed her wrist bones, and the other pressed on her shoulder: "Is it that as long as you are given money, anyone can ask for you?" ”

The bones were painful, and Zhou Yinghuai's fingers continued to tighten, like a steel ring on his hand.

Jiang Misheng couldn't struggle, but it was also painful.

She raised her face and glared with beautiful eyes: "That's right, anyone can want me, and whoever pays more will follow ......"

"Poof......

A torrent of rapids sprayed her, turning her face beyond recognition.

Jiang Misheng choked on a few mouthfuls of water and twisted his face to hide.

Gravity was on her chin, and it was Zhou Yinghuai's hand that forced her to look at her head-on.

The shower that he held high above his head, the endless spray of water, straight down.

Wet hair wraps around the face, dull and sticky.

Jiang Misheng's mouth and nose were full of hair, sticky and difficult to breathe, she reached out to dial it, and Zhou Yinghuai blocked her fingers with a strong force.

The sound of the rushing water suddenly stopped.

She was clinging to the wallboard, gasping for air, her mouth full of water.

Zhou Yinghuai didn't pity her and grabbed her neck: "If Chairman Jiang sees you like this, it is estimated that he will be angry inside, and you will be very unfilial to be a daughter......

There was a muffled "pop...... sound.

Jiang Misheng faced him and gritted his teeth fiercely.

It was a crisp slap, but it was dull due to the closed space.

She screamed: "Zhou Yinghuai, what qualifications do you have to mention my father?" ”

Zhou Yinghuai let go of her fingers.

turned to stare at her faintly, the tip of his tongue on the inner face topped, and said lazily: "I'm not qualified? Who married you in the first place and saved your Jiang family? ”

Without his help, the Jiang family would have been a plate of scattered sand and would not have been able to recover it.

Jiang Misheng sneered coldly: "You are just afraid of ruining your reputation, so you have to save the Jiang family." ”

But how good is she?

Everyone is just a raccoon dog, and no one is more noble than anyone else.

Zhou Yinghuai's expression was not only not angry, but faded little by little, disappearing inch by inch.

Jiang Mi sounded like he had eaten dynamite.

The whole person is not calm, and the long wet hair sticks to the face and neck, which is full of desolate beauty.

Her pulse was beating and her voice was hoarse: "Settle the score, right?" You're much more promiscuous than me, and I've seen no less than five women out there, right? ”

Jiang Misheng didn't cry or make trouble, and his mind was clear: "I'm just needed for work, make friends with Cheng Zhendong, what do you have to slander me without evidence?" ”

Her voice was neither heavy nor deep, and it was as clear as thunder to him.

"It was my fault for designing you in the first place, and I paid it back after two years of marriage."

In her marriage to Zhou Yinghuai, she didn't dare to cross the rules.

The governor is sensible and humble.

Jiang Misheng just made a wrong decision as a last resort, but the crime was not death.

In the past two years, she has suffered from his endless ridicule and indifference.

lived a widowed marriage, looking like a husband.

Smiling slightly, Jiang Mi's throat was bitter: "No one knows that we are married, and you have always been that flawless image in the outside world." ”

The cold water that came down her head drenched her with cold.

She shuddered and walked out.

When passing by, Zhou Yinghuai said in a deep voice: "Guan Shaozhang knows. ”

The footsteps were stunned in place for a moment, and Jiang Misheng's raised face was natural: "If you know, you know, he won't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, and if he says it, he will only lose his own face." ”