Warm marriage to the bone: the domineering president's strong favor

When she saw the door was closed, she immediately clapped her hands and stepped into the yard.

Wu Liuliu scanned the yard with his eyes, and pouted with his hips on his hips, "Why do you live in such a crappy place?"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhu sneaked towards the door, peering around the door, but did not dare to knock on the door.

"Squeak." The wooden door was suddenly pulled open.

"Ah!" Jiang Zhu took a big step back in fright, "You are a ghost, you are like a ghost."

Shang Yuan stared at Jiang Zhu with cold eyes, as if he had expected Jiang Zhu to be here.

Jiang Zhu patted his chest, and said coquettishly, "Since the door is open, I'll go in and sit down."

As he said that, Jiang Zhu naturally stepped forward and wanted to step into the house.

A long hand firmly stopped Jiang Zhu's body, and Shang Yuan said in a bad tone: "You leave immediately."

"Why, my feet are sore after walking so far, can't I just sit in the house?" Jiang Zhu glanced at Shang Yuan sadly, her round face was flushed, and she looked extraordinarily tempting.

But Shang Yuan was like a log, unmoved at all, standing at the door with a tall body like a copper wall, but he didn't let Jiang Zhu in, but instead asked: "How did you find this place?"

This woman, just like a brown candy, has been following him recently. Wherever he goes, people follow him. No matter how cold he is, this woman will not give up. This perseverance is really admirable .

Jiang Zhu rolled his eyes and said with a sweet smile, "We have telepathy, so I knew you were here, so I came here."

Shang Yuan suddenly grabbed Jiang Zhu's neck, and said in a cold tone: "If you talk nonsense again, I will throw you out."

Jiang Zhu stuck out her pink tongue and said: "Do you understand what it means to be sympathetic to the fragrance and cherish the jade? Could it be that you are also like this to Sister Xue?"

As soon as Wen Xue was mentioned, Shang Yuan's expression changed, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he threw Jiang Zhu to the ground.

Jiang Zhu got up alone, rubbed his sore buttocks and said, "It hurts."

Shang Yuan didn't even look at Jiang Zhu, he turned and walked into the house.

Jiang Zhu hurriedly limped and walked in.

There was not even a light on in the room, the light was extremely dim, and the furniture was very simple.

Shang Yuan walked to a bamboo chair and sat down, continued to read his newspaper, choosing to treat Jiang Zhu as a transparent person.

Jiang Zhu didn't seem to be intimidated by Shang Yuan's indifference at all. He looked around the house with his hands behind his back and said, "The condition of this house is too poor. Are you short of money? Why don't I buy you a house. Don't worry, I I didn't mean to look down on you, I just couldn't bear to see you suffer so much."

"What kind of house do you like? European style, or Chinese classical style?" Jiang Zhu walked back and forth in the room, talking non-stop with Xiaozui.

"Have you said enough?" Shang Yuan felt his brain hurt from the noise.

"You are finally willing to talk to me, tell me what kind of house you like." Jiang Zhu ran up to Shang Yuan and asked expectantly.

"This is what I like." Shang Yuan unexpectedly answered Jiang Zhu's question.

Jiang Zhu took another look at the dilapidated house, and said regretfully, "That's all? Well, since you like it, then I like it too."

Shang Yuan gave Jiang Zhu a puzzled look.

Jiang Zhu's small face suddenly lit up with fighting spirit again: "Actually, this house is quite nice, with a very natural taste."

There was a flash of astonishment in Shang Yuan's eyes, what was this woman talking about?
Jiang Zhu counted with his fingers: "Get rid of the weeds in the yard, plant some flowers, repaint the walls in the house, and decorate, it should be very good."

"By the way, what kind of decoration style do you like? Cool tones or warm tones? I seem to be asking in vain. With your personality, you must like cool tones. Then the decoration style will be black and white. It is good for the Lord."

Jiang Zhu's eyes were sparkling, and she was already looking forward to the future.

Shang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and his cold black eyes became erratic.

In this case, a woman once said to him.

At that time, he and Wen Xue had already talked about marriage.

In the cold winter, the two cuddled together, and he wrapped Wen Xue's slender body in a windbreaker.

Wen Xue raised her head shyly and asked him: "What kind of decoration style do you like? What kind of decoration will our house look like in the future?"

He straightened her hair and said, "It's all up to you."

"Well, let's use cool tones, black and white, it seems to match your temperament very well." Wen Xue said with a longing face.

He bought a house, and the house already had a mistress.

However, the new house did not wait for the hostess to move in.

The woman who discussed with him about decorating the house is gone, and will never speak to him in a gentle tone.

Shang Yuan's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes looked at Jiang Zhu standing in front of him again, and his indifference returned instantly.

"Get lost." Shang Yuan shouted at Jiang Zhu mercilessly.

Reason told him that Jiang Zhu was not Wen Xue, and his Xiao Xue would never come back.

His heart and his house belonged only to Xiaoxue, other women were not qualified to touch her.

"Why are you so fierce?" Jiang Zhu was taken aback by Shang Yuan's sudden face change.

Shang Yuan got up, reached out and grabbed Jiang Zhu's collar, and threw Jiang Zhu out of the door as if carrying something.

"Ouch." Jiang Zhu's butt fell apart again, and this time she didn't get up, and wailed directly on the ground.

Shang Yuan slammed the door shut, ignoring Jiang Zhu's screams.

Jiang Zhu stared at the closed wooden door, and spat unhappily, is this man's heart made of stone?To throw such a big beauty like her on the ground and ignore it.

"Oh, it hurts so much, my foot was sprained." Jiang Zhu continued to wail with all his might, getting louder and louder.

Shang Yuan in the room chose to turn a deaf ear.

After 10 minutes, it was quiet outside.

Shang Yuan couldn't hear Jiang Zhu's voice, and thought: This woman is determined to leave, right?
But there was an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, he put down the newspaper, and couldn't help but glance at the door.

Is this woman gone?Did she really twist her foot?

Then, Shang Yuan's ears perked up, and there was a faint sobbing sound outside the door.

Shang Yuan's foot stepped out without going through the brain.

Opening the door, Shang Yuan looked down, and saw Jiang Zhu sitting on the ground, his eyes were red from crying, and there were tears on his face.

"What are you doing here? Let me die here." Jiang Zhu said angrily.

Shang Yuan bent down and hugged Jiang Zhu horizontally.

The man's masculine breath mixed with the smell of smoke came out, but Jiang Zhu felt that the smell was exceptionally good, took a greedy breath, and then hugged Shang Yuan's neck tightly with both hands, yearning for the warmth of this moment.

Shang Yuan put Jiang Zhu on the narrow sofa, then reached out and lifted Jiang Zhu's trouser legs, looking at her ankles.

I saw that Jiang Zhu's originally round and small ankle was swollen by a large piece.

This woman is really sprained.

Shang Yuan stretched out his hand to press the swollen ankle.

"Ah, it hurts so much!" Jiang Zhu screamed terribly, and the charming look in his mind disappeared.

She stared at Shang Yuan's hand and said, "You... you murdered?"

Shang Yuan ignored her, touched Jiang Zhu's ankle with his hand and said, "Be patient."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Zhu stared at Shang Yuan nervously, feeling a little scared for no reason.

The next second, with a sound, Shang Yuan broke Jiang Zhu's foot directly.

"Ah!" Jiang Zhu yelled in pain, sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Okay." Shang Yuan backed away and walked to the other side.

Only then did Jiang Zhu open his eyes, and carefully glanced at his feet. Was he correcting her feet just now?

Doesn't seem to hurt anymore?

Jiang Zhu moved his feet tentatively, and was surprised to find that his ankle didn't hurt much.

She didn't expect Shang Yuan to have this kind of ability, she deserves to be the man she likes.

Jiang Zhu looked at Shang Yuan who had regained his aloofness, his eyes were full of stars.

Shang Yuan suddenly said: "Leave when your foot is healed."

Jiang Zhu smiled sweetly and said, "You love me, don't you?"

Shang Yuan ignored Jiang Zhu with a sullen face.

Jiang Zhu continued on his own, "If you were really that cruel, you wouldn't have taken me back."

Shang Yuan looked at Jiang Zhu's chattering little mouth with a handsome face.

"My foot is sprained very badly. I'm afraid it won't heal for a while. I'll rest here tonight. But this sofa is a bit small. Can I sleep on your bed? Don't worry, I won't occupy you bed, we can sleep together." Jiang Zhu said innocently.

Shang Yuan looked at Jiang Zhu incredulously, does this woman know what she is talking about?
Such words came from the mouth of a normal woman?
"Haven't your parents taught you what is reserved?" Shang Yuan couldn't help but sarcastically said to Jiang Zhu.

Jiang Zhu said, "Of course I did, don't you think I'm very reserved?"

Shang Yuan's eyes were filled with suspicion.

Jiang Zhu took it for granted, "If I hadn't been reserved, I would have knocked you down long ago, why would I use some devious tactics like this?"

As Jiang Zhu said, he also sighed in his heart.In fact, it wasn't that she didn't want to throw Shang Yuan down directly. The main reason was that Shang Yuan was too guarded.

Shang Yuan snorted coldly, disdainful of Jiang Zhu's words: "You will leave my house later."

"Ouch, my foot hurts so much, ahh, is my foot going to break?" Jiang Zhu suddenly hugged his leg and shouted.

Shang Yuanming knew that Jiang Zhu was acting, but he couldn't help but throw Jiang Zhu out again.

The moment he opened the door just now, Jiang Zhu's tear-stained face was still flashing in his mind, that pitiful and helpless appearance made him feel uneasy.

Shaking his head, Shang Yuan shook off the inexplicable soft-heartedness in his mind, and said to Jiang Zhu with a cold face: "Don't pretend to be in front of me, I won't do what you do."

Jiang Zhu twitched her nose innocently and said, "Where am I pretending? Is it really painful? If you don't believe me, look for yourself, the swelling is so high. Wouldn't it hurt if you were me? It's all because of you." Yeah."