Chapter 68

"Don't think my grandson is nervous about you, I'll allow you to marry into the Jiang family," he said coldly

Long Huan Shan a smile: "old man, I am just a servant, this is I absolutely dare not Xiao think."

Even if she was not a servant, she was not allowed to marry into a rich family.

Chang Huan didn't want to have dinner with him. As a result, Jiang shaoxun ordered her to sit down. Jiang also asked the housekeeper who accompanied him to sit down, so the four of them ate in silence.

During the whole meal, both Jiang shaoxun and Jiang Laozi dined gracefully. Even the housekeeper didn't feel depressed. Only Changhuan felt that after a meal, they could keep up with the battlefield.

She thought, today's lunch will be hard for her to digest.

After dinner, Mr. Jiang drank Changhuan's cold tea and left.

Just when he left, he criticized Jiang shaoxun again, saying that he shouldn't let the police catch Gong Ze, but Jiang shaoxun has always been indifferent.

Jiang Zhenhai and the housekeeper leave the villa.

The housekeeper said with a smile, "master, I ate two more bowls of rice at noon today. Is it because the food made by the little girl is delicious?"

Even at the beginning, I disliked the tea made by other girls. When I left, I drank it even if it was cold.

Jiang Zhenhai said in disgust: "generally speaking, even this smelly boy refused to call me. What happened in those years hurt him so deeply?"

The housekeeper was not good enough to express his opinion on that matter, so he had to smile and say nothing.

When Changhuan was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he saw Jiang shaoxun sitting on the sofa and lighting a cigarette. He took a puff from time to time. The smoke blurred his face. His eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.

All of a sudden, Jiang shaoxun put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and his thin lip gave out a "tut".

Jiang shaoxun's dark eyes locked Changhuan and waved: "come here!"

As soon as Chang's heart sank, did Jiang shaoxun feel that he was nosy today? Blame her?

"Fourth brother, I haven't cleaned my desk yet. I'll say it here." Chang Huan pretended to wipe the table that had been polished to shine.

Without patience, Jiang shaoxun called out again: "come here!"

Changhuan moved slowly to Jiang shaoxun. As soon as she came to Jiang shaoxun, she was pushed down on the sofa by Jiang shaoxun.

Then his tall body rolled down. Changhuan's heart trembled slightly, and he could not help shaking his voice and said: "fourth... Fourth brother, if you have something to say, just full, not suitable for sports..."

Jiang shaoxun tapped Changhuan's forehead: "what do you think? I ask you, how many times do you make tea?"

Chang Huan covers his forehead bashfully, and his eyes are bashful. Who asked him to make such an action that made her misunderstand? It made her want to be crooked.

After thinking about it carefully, she shook her head: "I can't remember clearly, fourth brother. What do you want to do with this?"

"That's why I've made tea many times?" Jiang shaoxun took Changhuan's white tender palm, rubbed her full and round finger pulp, and asked, "have you ever made tea for many men? How many men have I drunk your tea? "

Although he didn't care about her past, when he thought that she had shown her gentle and virtuous side in front of other men, Jiang shaoxun became so jealous that he couldn't help holding Changhuan's hand.

Changhuan Baijing's wrist was held out by Jiang shaoxun five finger prints. The rosy clouds on her face gradually faded and became pale.

What's the problem?

Do you think she has a lot of men around her?

Or do you think she's one of those dirty women?

She could bear to say that she was a servant, but he suspected that she had many men before him

Changhuan seems to have been a great shame, a depression accumulation in the heart, let her very uncomfortable, uncomfortable to want to cry.

She pursed her red lips tightly and tried to free her hands from Jiang shaoxun's.

Jiang shaoxun frowns, stubbornly grabs back Changhuan's hand and asks a question. How can he suddenly lose his temper?

Changhuan drew her hand back again, and her eyes gradually overflowed with tears. She couldn't resist it. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears, and her nose still had a thick nasal voice: "don't you dislike my dirty? What are you pulling me for? "

What is this and what?

Jiang shaoxun's ink eyes were as cold as ice: "Nie Changhuan, are you crazy?"

What does making tea have to do with being dirty?

Chang Huan didn't know where he ate leopard gall, choked and went back: "yes, I'm just crazy. I've made tea for many men. Are you satisfied with the answer?"

The technique of making tea was learned from Uncle Lu when he was a child. Aunt Lu and uncle Lu always have a good relationship. Whenever uncle Lu is tired of work, aunt Lu will make a cup of tea for him to wash away the tiredness of the day.

She envies that kind of love, but now?

What did she look like?

The man in front of her is her gold owner, who can forcibly occupy her regardless of her wishes. Her identity is invisible, and even to him, she is just a servant.

The more she thinks about it, the more she feels that her whole heart is going to be torn. She doesn't know how she's suddenly like this. She hates this kind of herself, but she can't control her emotions.

Jiang shaoxun's eyes were dark, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze Changhuan's chin. His fingers were white on her chin, as if to crush the bone of her chin.

Chang Huan's eyes were tearful, and his eyes were stubborn and aggrieved, which made Jiang shaoxun's heart hurt a lot, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Nie Chang Huan, have I been too good to you recently? Good enough to make you think you're right? "

Chang Huan doesn't dare to look at Jiang shaoxun's indifferent eyes. She closes her eyes and tears fall from her cheek and fall on the back of Jiang shaoxun's hand.

She trembled all over, but she didn't admit defeat and let her be dealt with by you. Jiang shaoxun really couldn't help her. He loosened her chin and kicked the table like anger.

The table immediately gave out a harsh sound, Changhuan was startled, she opened her eyes, small hands tightly grasp their clothes, shrink in the corner of the sofa.

Jiang shaoxun took a look at her, and she began to be full of fear and fear of him again

With a cold face, he picked up the car key and stood up from the sofa. Without leaving anything, he left the villa.

Outside the house came the sound of the car starting, and Chang Huan sat on the sofa, tears like the flood broke the embankment, how can not stop.

She held her shoulders, and the teeth clenched her lower lip, biting out a bloodstain, but she didn't feel it.

The whole villa is very empty, very quiet, and the air seems to have the cool cigarette smell left by Jiang shaoxun.

If Jiang shaoxun's question could be fooled by her cleverness, would she not quarrel with Jiang shaoxun?