Chapter 100

After the conflict between the man and the woman, the woman is uncomfortable. The man carries the woman to the bed, pulls the lamp, and makes up.

But... Now it seems that Jing Yan is angry with Xiao ran, making trouble with him. How can Xiao ran, who is shy, take the initiative to climb to Jing Yan's bed.

Miss Tong fenyue thought and began to worry again.

After thinking about it, she told her sister-in-law, "Jing Yan hasn't fully recovered. You can cook more soup for him these days. It's better to be a wild turtle."

"I know, I understand." With an ambiguous smile on her face, Mrs. Zhou's eyes narrowed into a crack. "In the morning, fishermen set up stalls by the river to sell them. They are pure wild."

Tong fenyue nodded with approval, "well, you'll buy more and stew for him these days."

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LAN Jingyan pushed open the door of the master bedroom, which was cold and quiet, without the slightest popularity.

Obviously, Fu Zhiran doesn't live here these days.

He moved to the next room, reached out and gently unscrewed the door lock and pushed it open.

The clacking came from inside.

Oh.

Red eyes? Disappointed?

With a sneer in his heart, he walked in with his feet raised. Fu Zhiran sat in front of the computer desk, his hands quickly tapping on the keyboard, concentrating.

But it's not coding, it's chatting.

It's all in English.

Who is she chatting with so deeply?

Lan Jing Yan looks at the nickname on the dialog box, which means "fire burns cloud" in English.

"I know. I love you."

Fu Zhiran knocks enter and the message is sent out.

She reached for her glass and lowered her head to drink. Suddenly, the reflection of a man appeared in the quilt.

She was surprised.

Turn the head, raise the small face, on the man a pair of evil cold eyes.

"Jing Yan."

Fu Zhiran opens her mouth and shouts. LAN Jingyan moves her eyes away from her face and onto the computer screen.

Love you, those two letters are very eye-catching.

Fu Zhiran responded and quickly explained to him, "this is me, a reader, a loyal fan, a girl."

She stood up, a little incoherent.

Nervous small appearance, the cool color in LAN Jingyan's eyes, slightly eased a little.

The voice is still cold, "I don't want to be told that my wife is a writer of h-color novels. No more novels."

Direct orders are not to be refuted.

Fu Zhiran shook his head and explained, "no, I'm not writing h-color novels."

She is eloquent and seems to be in a hurry. At the critical moment, she is still patient.

Is the chief executive an h-color novel? What's more, what she wrote is a military theme. How can it be an h-color novel.

Her attitude, obviously, is not to give up writing novels.

LAN Jingyan's eyes became cold again. "Fu Zhiran, don't challenge my patience."

His attitude, do not allow people to question, Fu Zhiran dare not challenge, lowered his head, "I know."

But after the mother's medical expenses, to reach for him to do?

With the blue family's money?

How can she use the money of the blue family to support her mother's life? Absolutely not.

Fu Zhiran is worrying about her mother's future medical expenses. LAN Jingyan's voice rings on the top again, "this card, no password."

Then he took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Fu Zhiran.

Fu Zhiran looked at the card and thought that it was the money of the LAN family. She felt very ironic.

She didn't reach for it.

All of a sudden, LAN Jingyan grabbed her right wrist, grabbed her hand, and forced the card into Fu Zhiran's hand, "your previous clothes, including this computer, must be thrown away by me."