Chapter 220

Before Changhuan finished work, Jiang shaoxun came to take Changhuan home.

Jiang shaoxun also took ointment with him. After seeing that Changhuan's forehead was more red and swollen due to cosmetics, he painfully smeared it on her forehead. This action completely shattered the rumors of their discord.

Cheng Qi sighed. Maybe Changhuan was just bumping.

Jiang shaoxun has been patiently waiting for Changhuan to finish his work. Except for the occasional surprise to Cheng Qiqi, nothing else happened. Cheng Qiqi also feels this hostility. He can only maintain an ordinary attitude and ignore this strange hostility.

It's not until Changhuan finishes work that Jiang shaoxun leaves with Changhuan in his arms. Cheng Qiqi caresses his sore temple. Jiang shaoxun is really uncertain.

"Going home?"

"Back." We have to face it.

Jiang shaoxun goes back with Chang Huan. Master Jiang is sitting in the living room as usual. At the moment he sees Chang Huan, his forehead is blue because he is angry. He is leaning on crutches, but because Zhang wanran is also sitting in the living room with him, he doesn't let him explode in front of him.

With a bitter smile, Changhuan knew that she would face such a situation when she came back. She lowered her head to change her shoes, and then called out with a smile: "grandfather."

As if nothing had happened, she picked up the bag of tea she had bought on the table and made a cup of tea for her grandfather as usual.

Master Jiang has been staring at Changhuan, as if to stare her through. Changhuan sighed and offered his tea hands to master Jiang: "grandfather, drink tea."

The dense fog came out, and there was an unusual smell of tea. But Mr. Jiang didn't even look at the tea made by Changhuan, and let Changhuan keep the posture of serving tea.

Jiang shaoxun loves Changhuan and deliberately wants to fight against him. When he reaches out his hand, he wants to pick up the cup of tea made by Changhuan: "grandfather, you don't want me to drink."

Chang Huan frowns and winks at Jiang shaoxun all the time. Can he stop adding oil and vinegar? But Jiang shaoxun ignores Chang Huan's wink and reaches out for the tea in Chang Huan's hand. Chang Huan grabs it and refuses to let him take it.

DIU DIU looks at his daddy and Mommy strangely. His head is slightly crooked: "Daddy, why do you want to rob them? Why don't you make another cup, Mommy? "

"You're too young to understand."

Jiang shaoxun replied, but when he was fighting for the tea cup with Changhuan, there was still a little hot tea splashing out. As soon as Changhuan was hurt and her hands were loose, the cup fell on the tea table, splashing a lot of water, and her hands were red.

With a cold hum, Mr. Jiang got up and left the sofa. He could not see his heart.

Changhuan looks at the tea table spilled a table of tea, she finally summoned the courage to please her grandfather, Jiang shaoxun was so easily destroyed, she was angry and anxious, staring at Jiang shaoxun.

Jiang shaoxun did not expect to let go of the long party. He laughed innocently: "wife, would you like to make me a new cup?"

"No." Chang Huan put the tea away and was angry. After dinner, he went back to his bedroom and locked Jiang shaoxun out of the door.

Jiang shaoxun had to shake his head and go to the study with a sigh.

When Changhuan came back to her room, she saw a message from someone on her mobile phone. It was song Mianmian's. song Mianmian sent a picture of her tea and said: "Changhuan, after drinking this tea, I think it's very special. Do you have it?"

When she thought of Jiang shaoxun deliberately making trouble, she left her cell phone aside. She was in no mood and had nothing to drink.

Song Mianmian can't wait for Changhuan's reply for a long time. She looks at the time when she keeps dancing. She is more and more anxious. She is leaving Chengdu in two days. Hasn't Nie Changhuan made tea for Jiang shaoxun's grandfather?

It's not that Nie Changhuan often makes tea for the old man. Why hasn't there been any news in Jiang's house for such a long time.

Song Mianmian thinks more and more anxiously. Looking at Changhuan's wechat interface, he replies: "Changhuan, are you asleep?"

There is still no response. Song Mianmian walks around the room. She wants to watch Changhuan fall before she leaves. How can it go so smoothly.

Changhuan doesn't know what song Mianmian wants to do, but song Mianmian comes to her from time to time, which makes her a little unhappy.

Changhuan still replied: "Changhuan is sleeping, Mianmian. What's the matter with you?"

She is learning the tone of Jiang shaoxun talking to song Mianmian.

Song Mianmian finally saw Changhuan reply to the message, and the tone seemed to be shaoxun. She had already jumped twice in place to keep herself happy, but this jump made her heart feel a little overloaded. She pressed her chest and gasped slightly.

Just about to reply, she suddenly saw the message about tea that she had sent to Changhuan, and his face lost color. Shaoxun was so smart. If the old man really drank Changhuan's tea, and something happened, would shaoxun doubt it was on her head?

Song Mianmian clenched his fist, his fingers trembled, and he didn't know what to reply.

For a long time, song Mianmian bit his teeth and felt that he couldn't miss this opportunity, so he typed a few words: it's nothing, but he felt a little bored and wanted to chat with Changhuan.

On second thought, she deleted this sentence again. If the other party is Jiang shaoxun, she nibbled her lips and replied again: "I feel like I'm leaving Chengdu, so I want to have a chat with someone."

Shaoxun see this sentence, will chat with her, song Mianmian looking forward to.

Seeing song Mianmian's reply, Chang Huan ponders for a while. No matter how boring song Mianmian is, he should not chat with his ex boyfriend's wife.

If Changhuan stood in the perspective of song Mianmian, she would certainly not do so, because she still wanted to face.

Long Huan back to a: very late, go to bed early!

After replying to this sentence, she left her cell phone aside, turned off the room light, left only the bedside lamp, half leaning in the quilt to read.

Late at night, Changhuan was very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep. The door of the room was locked by her, and she didn't open it stubbornly.

If you think about it carefully, Jiang shaoxun robbed her of the tea she made at that time, which was also to fight against injustice for her. But there are many ways to fight against injustice, but he chose the worst one, which makes my grandfather hate her even more.

Chang Huan lies in the quilt. She puts the book on her face and blinds all her eyes. Suddenly, there comes the sound of the door lock. She moves the book away from her face and stares at the door.

Jiang shaoxun opens the door with the key and looks at Chang Huan with an innocent smile. Half the time he works, he remembers that Chang Huan can't sleep without him, so he comes back to accompany her.

"Wife, you are waiting for me

Chang Huan put the book on the bedside table and said faintly, "No."

After taking off his coat, Jiang shaoxun went into the quilt and held his little wife. After a long time in the quilt, her feet were still cold, so he warmed her legs with his own temperature.

Changhuan didn't refuse his kindness to her. The feeling of being held by him was warm and sleepy. But Jiang shaoxun didn't seem to want her to sleep. His slender fingers opened her buttons.

Chang Huan pressed his hand and muttered discontentedly: "fourth brother, don't make trouble."

His hoarse voice rang out sexily in her ear: "how can this be regarded as making trouble? I'm on business

They haven't been since the child died. Jiang shaoxun either endured it or held it back, or he was interrupted after thinking about it once. Jiang shaoxun's interest was particularly high tonight.

Chang Huan frowned and pushed away his hand: "fourth brother, I don't want to today. Can I have another day?"

"Huanhuan." Jiang shaoxun is grinding Changhuan hard.

Under his strong attack, Changhuan's defense line was gradually defeated. She gasped for breath. In the twinkling of an eye, she was frank with Jiang shaoxun. There was a strong feeling in his eyes. But at the most critical moment, she didn't forget to put on the cover.

Changhuan noticed his action, a little puzzled in his heart, but the familiar and strange feeling gradually rose, which scattered her reason.

The whole room was filled with beauty, and even the moonlight hid shyly in the clouds.

The wolf has not eaten meat for a long time. How can he stand up to him who has been hungry for such a long time.

Changhuan was tired and happy. All night long, he bit his lips and didn't let himself cry out. But Jiang shaoxun deliberately upset her. She was angry and bit his shoulder. Changhuan's action made Jiang shaoxun take a breath. The impulse to extinguish the fire was ignited by her.

All night long, he seemed to be indefatigable, but Chang Huan had been sleepy again and again, and even exhausted by him.

The result of a happy night is that Jiang shaoxun, who always appears in the company on time on weekdays, is late today. Song Heng learns from Zhao Chengqin that Chang Huan is not on the set, so he has to shake his head and sigh in his heart: young man! It's so bloody.

Song Mianmian came to the company to clean up her things today. She wanted to meet Jiang shaoxun in the office before she left. But after going to Jiang shaoxun's office, she realized that he didn't come to work today.

She can't help but think of the chat with Nie Changhuan last night. Now she has reason to go to Jiang shaoxun, so she calls his number directly.

When the phone is answered, song Mianmian hears Jiang shaoxun's lazy and sexy voice line, which looks like he didn't wake up.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Shaoxun, I came to the company today to collect my things. I can't take some cactus with me. Can I put them in your office?" Song Mianmian said quickly, but vaguely, he seemed to hear Nie Changhuan say no voice.

Song Mianmian's whole heart sank to the bottom of the sea. Shaoxun always had strong self-control, but now she was in bed with Nie Changhuan... She clenched her fist, and her eyes were vicious.