Boss on top: My wife is too hot

"Mr. Zhang, could it be that this matter is really related to Ms. Jiang?" The servant showed surprise in his eyes, and quickly covered his mouth as if he felt that he had said something wrong.

The item was given by Jiang Xiyuan. If it is true, how could it be fake?

Zhang Bo's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "Don't make random guesses, just keep your mouth shut."

The relationship between Jiang Xiyuan and Ren Jing has not been very good, if this trick is used again, it will cause a deeper misunderstanding, so Zhang Bo has reason to believe that Jiang Xiyuan is innocent in this matter.

If there is really a problem with the food, although the measurement is not large, who would have the courage to test him?

What is the purpose?
His eyes are deep, and the clouds of sadness linger.

In the morning, the first ray of light shone through the veil into the living room, and Jiang Xiyuan lazily opened her eyes.

Throat tingling, head groggy, must be the reason for falling asleep in the middle of the night, body fatigue, eyes swollen and high.

In a blink of an eye, I saw a mobile phone, a bottle of anti-scar cream, and a pack of cotton swabs on the table, all neatly prepared.

His eyes skipped over the phone, moved to the scar removal ointment, reached for it, and knew in his heart that this must be Ye Shenghao's arrangement, trembling slightly.

Just as she was thinking about when Ye Shenghao came over, she heard a noise from the kitchen. Jiang Xiyuan put on her shoes, got up, and asked, "Mr. Ye?"

"Miss Jiang is awake?" After turning off the water, the servant wiped the water stains on his hands with an apron and leaned out. "I'm Song Rong, the servant who came to take care of Ms. Jiang's daily life. Mr. Ye has instructed that if Ms. Jiang needs anything, please do so. There are also things on the table that Mr. Ye asked to bring."

Thinking of the scars on his face, and looking at the Wuhen ointment in his hand, he understood that everything was arranged properly when the person didn't come.

Her meticulous care made her heart tremble.

"Where is Mr. Ye now?" asked.

"I heard that I worked all night. If Ms. Jiang wants to find Mr. Ye, would you like to call him?" Song Rong asked.

Hearing this, I felt guilty, did I work all night?

Because of her matter, Ye Shenghao's time was wasted.

"No need." Jiang Xiyuan shook her head lightly, unwilling to cause further trouble.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Ye guessed that Ms. Jiang might not have a very good appetite, so he asked me to make some porridge, and I'll serve you a bowl now." After finishing speaking, Song Rong went to the kitchen.

After calming down, Jiang Xiyuan finally set her eyes on the phone.

In the off state, lightly press to turn on, except for the battery is full, all the messages on the screen are original, and some news content, and the logo of the weather forecast are new reminders.

Concentrate on it, and feel grateful.

He always respects her privacy in details.

Seeing Zhang Bo's missed call, Jiang Xiyuan was not in the mood to pay attention to it, and put it aside,
At this moment, Song Rong came out with clear porridge, and Jiang Xiyuan naturally sat down at the dining table in the living room, held the chopsticks, and ate a few mouthfuls. She really didn't have much appetite, so she went to the balcony to sit quietly.

Seeing Jiang Xiyuan's quiet back, Song Rong put half a bowl of porridge on the table and sighed.

It didn't look like anything, but she was in a trance, her face was pale, and she looked dazed, Song Rong didn't dare to comfort her anymore, she tried her best not to disturb Jiang Xiyuan's cleanliness.

Around ten in the morning.

Li Li entered the room with all kinds of medical equipment, made a more detailed diagnosis of Jiang Xiyuan's wrist injury, changed the medicine, and specially formulated some anti-inflammatory and painkillers, and after a few words of advice, he left.

After that, Jiang Xiyuan took the phone and dialed the landline at home.

"Miss Xiyuan!" Apparently, Uncle Liang was agitated and worried, "I haven't heard from you for many days, and I'm still worried about the miss. Yesterday, my wife had a quarrel at home, saying that it was Miss Xiyuan who did it. I'm sorry for the second miss. I will repay you twice as much."

Did you do something sorry for Jiang Qian?
Is this the reason why Chen Caihua called and scolded yesterday?
But Jiang Xiyuan is still at a loss as to what exactly happened.

"What else did she say?" Jiang Xiyuan asked.

"Miss Er has an injury on her body, and it is said that Miss Xiyuan asked someone to do it." Liang Bo said, "Miss, I believe you, it is impossible to do such a thing. But Madam is very angry, and I can't guess what she will do, Miss Be on your guard."

The words were concise, but it warmed Jiang Xiyuan's heart.

He didn't ask her what was going on, didn't question her actions, not only trusted her, but worried about her.

Even if she regards her as a lifelong partner, it is difficult to achieve this, except for endless suspicion, which is deeper and deeper hurt each time.

In this world that thought there was no warmth, the old housekeeper Liang Bo was like a stream of clean water, giving Jiang Xiyuan the comfort of his father.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Xiyuan suppressed the emotion in her heart, and said in a calm tone, "I see. By the way, Uncle Liang, did someone send something to Zhang's mansion yesterday?"

"Miss asked this, did Mrs. Ren blame it?" Uncle Liang blamed himself and sighed.

"Miss Ren said before that Mrs. Ren likes Fred's cakes, so I went to buy them. Recently, there is a new kind of soft cake with red bean paste. I want to buy something fresh and try it. I rush to take it in the evening. Mrs. Ren's face is livid, and she said that I hate red bean paste, and after a few words, I was driven away."

Knowing that Jiang Xiyuan respects Ren Jing, he was messed up by his early adopter choice, Liang Bo felt apologetic, "Miss Xiyuan, has it affected the relationship between you and Mr. Zhang? Sorry miss, I will personally apologize to Mrs. Ren right now."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiyuan was startled.

Uncle Liang was standing in her place, thinking for her, and the more he was so afraid, the more chilling Jiang Xiyuan felt.

Just because I bought the red bean paste that Ren Jing didn't like and caused discomfort, should I slander her with such serious words as poisoning?
It was just a piece of red bean paste, and Zhang Bo treated her like this.

Feelings without trust are terrifying!
Jiang Xiyuan never expected that in Zhang Bo's heart, she was not as good as a piece of red bean paste.

"It's not necessary." Jiang Xiyuan's face was pale and her voice was low and weak, with a clear and hoarse voice, "It's because I didn't think carefully. From now on, I don't have to go to Zhang's mansion every week to buy things."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Liang seemed surprised and breathed heavily, "Miss Xiyuan, this matter happened because of me, so there must be no misunderstanding between Mr. Zhang and you."

"Even if there is a misunderstanding, it's not because you bought red bean paste by mistake this time." Jiang Xiyuan could feel the coldness and disappointment deep in her heart when she said this.

There is no precise time for the misunderstanding between her and Zhang Bo.

Like this matter, she didn't expect Zhang Bo to stand on her side wholeheartedly, she just hoped to trust her even a little bit, but the result was chillingly ruthless.

The moment she hung up the phone, Jiang Xiyuan clenched her fingertips, feeling dark and depressed.

In the blink of an eye, tears slipped down, but I let it go and ignored it.