"Bang!"
In the next second, Jiang Qiqing dashed to the door like a monkey and barely avoided the overturned desk.
Zhong Jitong stepped on the computer screen beside his feet and calmed himself down. He smiled at Jiang Qiqing and said,"Send someone to wait at the airport and bring her and the child home.”
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!" Jiang Qiqing ran out of the office in a panic. He was about to cry. Boss, your temper is so good that I want to burn incense and pray for peace!
In the airport lobby of Chuanhai City, Wan Lele held her son's hand and dragged her suitcase with the other hand. She looked speechlessly at the men in black who stood in a row like the mafia.
"Please make way."
Jiang Qiqing begged Wan Lele with a bitter face,"Madam, please come back with us. If I don't bring you and Little Master back, Boss will kill me!”
He changed the way he addressed her quickly. In Jiang Qiqing's heart, Wan Lele had already given birth to a child. Was she still far from being a wife?
But at least in Wan Hanyang's heart, this matter was still very far away.
Madam? Little Master? What kind of name was this?
Wan Hanyang looked at Jiang Qiqing's exaggerated dramatic expression and thought to himself," This person is most likely sick.
"Jiang Qiqing, move aside." Wan Lele was exhausted after flying for more than ten hours. She felt like kicking every person in her way.
" Madam..." Jiang Qiqing felt his bones ache when he thought of the computer screen that was crushed by the BOSS in the office. He refused to move.
Wan Lele scratched her head in frustration and asked Jiang Qiqing,""If you don't let me go, how can I get in the car and go home?”
"Yes, yes. Hurry up and help Madam carry her luggage!”Jiang Qiqing was stunned. It took him two seconds to realize that Wan Lele had actually agreed to go home. He cried out gratefully that the people he had brought had kidnapped all of Wan Lele's luggage in an attempt to make Wan Lele unable to go back on her word at the last minute.
Wan Lele and her son were practically held hostage by Jiang Qiqing all the way into the car.
Wan Hanyang sat beside Wan Lele and wrinkled his nose.""Mommy, did this uncle really not escape from the mental hospital?”
Jiang Qiqing sat in the front passenger seat with a dejected expression.
The young master's mouth was so poisonous!
After confirming that Jiang Qiqing had " successfully " brought Wan Lele and her son home, Zhong Jitong left work early for the first time in six years.
The Zhong family's residence was a grand old house left behind by their ancestors. The ancient Soviet-style architecture had the unique beauty of the south. In order to preserve the original flavor of the building to the greatest extent, even the interior of the house was still the original appearance of hundreds of years ago.
Wan Lele was lying on the antique imperial consort bed left behind from the Ming Dynasty as if her bones had been whipped. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she was too lazy to even lift her eyelids.
"Wan Lele!" When Zhong Jitong got home, he saw Wan Lele's sickly appearance. He took a few steps forward and was about to pull her up from the chaise lounge, but at the same second he reached out, a feather duster hit his arm.
Mrs. Zhong, who had her hair tied up neatly and was wearing a cheongsam, scolded Zhong Jitong anxiously,"You're courting death!"
Her daughter-in-law had finally returned to the country and had even brought back a precious grandson for her to hug. This son was simply asking for a beating by getting angry at his daughter-in-law!
"Mom." No matter how angry Zhong Jitong was, he couldn't vent it on his mother. His Adam's apple moved as if he was swallowing the invisible anger back into his stomach. That feeling made her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs burn. She really wanted to tear down the house.
"Mom, I know you love me the most.”After Mrs. Zhong had taught Zhong Jitong a lesson, Wan Lele got up from the imperial concubine's bed and hugged Mrs. Zhong's arm coquettishly.
#
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。