Reborn Wife: President Gao Leng Buy One Get One Free

An Si looked at the man who was squatting in front of him to serve him, and he had a question mark in his heart. He had a noble and mysterious identity, powerful rights, and countless money, and now he was willing to bend down to serve him.

Rong Zhehao dressed her neatly, bent down and picked her up horizontally and walked outside.

"I'll go by myself."

"No, you worked hard yesterday." Rong Zhehao said.

An Si blushed when he heard that, and simply buried his head in his arms.

Open the bedroom door.

"Hello, sir, hello, miss." Everyone in European-style servant costumes said hello in unison, without any unnecessary movements or eyes, and it could be seen that they had undergone professional training.

"Ansi, my wife." Rong Zhehao introduced it directly, without the slightest procrastination.

"Hi Ma'am." The servant greeted again, with sharp eyesight.

"Sir, madam, do you want to eat?" The middle-aged man stepped forward and asked with a slight bow.

Rong Zhehao hummed, and walked towards the restaurant with An Si in his arms.

An Si took the opportunity to have a look around his house, brilliant, magnificent, luxurious, other than these three words, he couldn't think of any other words.

Rong Zhehao put her on the dining chair.

"Why did you prepare so much?" An Si looked helplessly at the two-meter European-style dining table filled with various breakfasts.

"You are too thin." Rong Zhehao picked up the milk and took a sip, without any concealment, his eyes fell on the newspaper in his hand.

When An Si heard this, she shook her head helplessly. After the meal, she packed up her makeup and was about to go out.

"Young master." The greeting came in a uniform manner, she turned her head and saw the young lady she had rescued in the hospital.

"Hi Mommy, I'm Rong Bozheng, please take care of me for the rest of my life." Rong Bozheng bowed to An Si in a small suit and said hello, very serious.

An Si was successfully amused by her. The father and son looked like they were carved out of the same mold, but the words and tone of speech were also exactly the same. She squatted down, knelt on the ground as usual with him, sighed, and looked at him for a long time not talking.

Rong Bozheng just tilted his head and let her look at him. After a long time, he said, "Mum, am I handsome?"

An Si laughed out loud, then stretched out his hand to him in a decent manner, and said softly: "Hello, Rong Bozheng, I am Mr. Rong Zhehao's wife, An Si, and I will be your mother in the future." Mi, please take care of me."

Rong Bo was showing an innocent smile, and then stretched out his right hand to grab her hand.

"Do you have a nickname?" An Si asked suddenly.

Rong Bozheng thought for a while and said, "Daddy calls me Ah Zheng, Xiao Zheng."

An Si nodded, stretched out his hand to rub her head and said, "Xiaozheng."

"What are you doing?" came a cold voice.

When the two turned their heads, it was Rong Zhehao, who strode over with a dark face and pulled An Si up from the expensive and soft carpet.

Rong Bo was saying hello with keen eyesight: "Hi, Daddy."

Rong Zhehao glanced at him and said, "Boy, why did you let Mommy kneel down and talk to you?" He was eager to protect his wife, as if the person in front of him was not his own son.

"Eh..." Rong Bozheng's eyes were red, he lowered his head, reflecting on his mistakes.

An Si felt distressed for a while, stretched out her hand and pushed Rong Zhehao's shoulder, complaining: "Xiaozheng is still injured." After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Rong Bozheng, rubbed his head lovingly, softly Voice: "Xiaozheng, do you need to rest? Does it hurt?"

When Rong Bo heard about it, he stepped forward suddenly, hugged An Si's thigh with his uninjured arm, and rubbed vigorously, as if he was looking for maternal love and venting his grievances.

Seeing this, Rong Zhehao's face turned even darker. He stretched out his big hand and mercilessly pulled him away, and scolded: "Mummy is mine, don't take advantage."

Father and son, one big and one small, one tall and one short looked at each other, neither one compromised.

An Si shook his head helplessly and smiled, what happened to this, he became the wife of the president at the age of 20, and also received a five-year-old son for nothing, this good thing of buy one get one free made him catch up.

"I'm going out." She interrupted the confrontation between the two.

"I'll accompany you." The father and son said in unison, as if they were fighting for favor.

In the end, the three of them sat in the same Rolls-Royce, with An Si sitting in the middle in the spacious back seat, Rong Zhehao and Rong Bozheng on the left and right, neither of them willing to compromise.

"Childish like a child." She couldn't help looking at Rong Zhehao and said with disgust.

When Rong Bo heard about it, he made a funny face at Rong Zhehao, which was very cute.

Rong Zhehao seemed dissatisfied, stretched out his iron fist, grabbed An Si to steal a scent on her red lips, and then held her in his arms.

Secretary Zhang, who was the co-pilot, couldn't help but sniggered when he saw the young master was deflated, but he didn't want to meet the dark-faced Rong Bo, and he suddenly looked like a deflated ball.

"Secretary Zhang, tell me what are you laughing at?" Rong Bo was showing an innocent smile.

Secretary Zhang was immediately dumbfounded, and could only perfunctory: "Young master, I just laughed when I thought of someone falling over this morning."

"Really? Secretary Zhang, you throw it at me until I laugh." Rong Bo was leaning his small body on the soft back seat, with a dignified look.

"Uh...young master, don't you want it?" Secretary Zhang begged for mercy, seeing that the young master was indifferent, she turned her eyes for help to Rong Zhehao who was in his arms, but seeing that he also turned a blind eye to him, she curled her lips.

Suddenly, Secretary Zhang looked at the driver who was waiting for an order to drive, and couldn't help venting his anger on him, saying angrily, "Drive."

"Yes." The driver hurriedly started the car.

An Si was too lazy to bother, and simply leaned against his arms and squinted.

The gate of the Anjia mansion.

Didi... The driver honked the horn.

Soon, the servant inside opened the gate, and the driver drove the car directly into the courtyard.

An Xingyan was moved when she heard that she walked out of the house and saw that it was a Rolls-Royce car.

Secretary Zhang got out of the car.

"It's you?" An Xingyan was full of anger. Last night, Secretary Zhang brought someone to take away the household registration book.

He just smiled, and then opened the car door for Rong Zhehao and An Si in the back row.

Rong Zhehao got out of the car, glanced at An Xingyan with cool eyes, then stretched out his hand to An Si, protecting her head very gentlemanly.

An Si got out of the car.

Seeing her appear, An Xingyan was even more furious. He strode forward, pointed at her and said: "Bitch, you don't come home at night, and you bring a wild man to your house. What a family misfortune, scum." A merciless insult.

An Si's face darkened, he remained silent, and just handed him the account book in his hand.

"It's really you?" An Xingyan thought of those people who appeared silently last night, ignoring her guests who directly put guns on her head and took away the household registration book, making herself look ugly. Even more angry, he raised his hand and was about to hit him.

An Si stared at him with dark eyes, and his heart grew colder. He was the one who gave him life, but he seemed to be insulting someone who had nothing to do with him. Perhaps, only Yang Li and An Weimu were left in his world. female.

Secretary Zhang grasped An's father's hand quickly, but An Xingyan couldn't break free.

"Dong An, did someone beat Rong Zhehao's wife whenever they wanted?" With a thick voice, Rong Zhehao put his leather gloved hands behind his back and looked at him.

"What? Your wife? Who are you? Don't think I dare not do anything to you because you drive a Rolls-Royce?" An Xingyan was oppressed by Rong Zhehao's breath, but she refused to give in .

"Uncle, who made you angry?" A whining voice came.

An Si raised his head, and his eyes flashed with fire. An Wei, the initiator of the seven-year conspiracy, all the crimes he suffered were because of her, and he clenched his fists tightly, but the fists were held by a big warm hand.

She felt the warmth, raised her head, and met Rong Zhehao's doting gaze.

"I'm here, who dares to hurt you?" The thin and cool lips spat out the words of love.

"Mommy, if someone hits you once, you hit her twice. Xiaozheng and Daddy are here to see who dares to fight back." Rong Bo, who was awake, was getting out of the car, and stretched out his right hand to hold her hand. At this moment, his face exudes a coldness that looks very much like Rong Zhehao.

An Si closed her eyes, opened them again, she had regained her composure, and looked at the group of people walking towards her.

"An Wei, his illegitimate daughter, An Nan, his illegitimate son, Yang Li, his extramarital lover." She muttered softly, but clenched her back teeth.

These people rushed in before An Xingyan officially divorced her mother. At this moment in her previous life, she was still stupid and ignorant.

When Rong Zhehao heard this, he looked at An Si, and felt sad. His little wife must have suffered a lot in such an environment. Thinking of this, he stretched out his big hand, hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "I'm here, so I'm not afraid." Pamper, spoil, and be gentle.

An Si only felt a warmth in her heart, she nodded.

An Wei came and stood side by side with An Xingyan, but his eyes were fixed on Rong Zhehao and he couldn't take his eyes off him. This kind of man is simply perfect, with a handsome face and a stalwart figure.

There is a Rolls-Royce, there is a driver, and there are subordinates, all of them are the type that I want to pounce on every minute.

Seeing that Rong Zhehao's focus was only on An Si, her jealousy began to haunt her again, her eyes fell on An Si, her eyes shifted, her voice changed, and she said, "It's Sister Si, you're back, uncle is still here!" He is angry because you didn't come home all night, and we are trying to persuade him, you should say something nice to your uncle as soon as you come back."

An Wei deliberately bit the words "not returning all night" very hard, and her eyes kept turning around Rong Zhehao.

When An Si heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?" He was indifferent.

"Of course, Niuniu, it's good that you come back, are we still worried about you?" Yang Li stepped forward and echoed with a smiling face.

"I told you, don't call me Niuniu again." Her face became colder.

An Si only felt that he was too stupid in his previous life. Thanks to himself, he treated these people as relatives, so that they had the opportunity to kill his mother and elder brother, take away An's business, deceive his body and mind, and even kill his children. .