Boss on top: My wife is too hot

When the phone rang again, Jiang Xiyuan was still in a daze, looking at the screen, it was Su Ya.

Spend two seconds to sort out your emotions and press to answer.

"Xiyuan, I finally answered the phone. I was worried to death all night, so I should call you back." Su Ya seemed to be busy, sorting out something while asking, "Zhang Bo called last night, and I don't know what's going on. What kind of heart, always asking some questions, I replied, saying that you live with me, let him stop harassing you."

Jiang Xiyuan understood that Su Ya was protecting her, but she was still taken aback when she heard it.

Her arms were wrapped in gauze, her face was still bruised, she didn't say a word of comfort, instead she questioned her whereabouts, and even asked about Su Ya's whereabouts.

If nothing unexpected, Zhang Bo also called home. After talking with Liang Bo on the phone just now, he didn't mention it, maybe it made the matter more serious.

"He can call you to ask, maybe he also knows that I'm not with you." Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath, calmly.

"Huh? Is it possible that he is trying to find a way to verify my words?" Su Ya suddenly realized, "Then what should I do? He won't trouble you, will he?"

Jiang Xiyuan smiled wryly, asking her for trouble?

Isn't it troublesome enough now?
I didn't want to mention it again, but I remembered something and asked, "Su Ya, I told you about Jiang Qian before, do you still remember?"

"What trouble did that girl get into again? It's really disturbing!" The tone was obviously disgusted.

It sounded like Jiang Xiyuan was a little puzzled, "Chen Caihua called me yesterday to question me, and today the housekeeper said that she was beaten by someone. Could it be you who called me?"

"I want to help you vent your anger, but I won't let you get into trouble again." Su Ya seemed to consider it carefully, and said, "I promised that she and He Manning's group of rich second generations are tightly wrapped, maybe It's offending others to provoke right and wrong, anyway, you can't blame this matter, why bother to listen to that crazy woman's troublesome talk."

He Manning?
Isn't it just the friendship with Yang Chen and Lin Wanbai?

Jiang Qian has no other achievements, so she just wants to squeeze into the high-end society. This is something Jiang Xiyuan sees in her eyes.

Therefore, Jiang Qian's beating may have something to do with them.

At this moment, finding the right opportunity depends on her head, and her mind can be seen.

"I know Su Ya. I'm a little busy these days, so I won't go to your place." Jiang Xiyuan thought, if Su Ya saw the wound on her face, she didn't know how she would react.

"Then where do you live? Is it impossible to go back and be angry?" Su Ya was puzzled.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Jiang Xiyuan comforted herself.

After hanging up the phone, Su Ya went out with a stack of documents, and happened to meet Lu Mosheng who was coming home.

He was tall and slender, with a well-tailored suit as a backdrop, fully embodying the nobility and grace of his body.

Gentle as him, calm and restrained, his demeanor exudes the unique nobility of upper-class people.

Knowing that he and Lu Mo were born neighbors, he only had short-term doubts, but he didn't think about it deeply.

"Brother Lu, are you all busy with work?" Su Ya greeted her with a smile, and being with Lu Mo was more like a brotherhood.

"Just got off work." Lu Mosheng's eyes were dark, smiling, looking mysterious and alluring, he glanced at the closed door behind her, and raised the thermos in his hand, "I happened to pass by a restaurant and asked someone to make some ginseng soup , take it in and drink it with Xiyuan?"

Is it right?
Su Ya looked at the exquisite thermos, and it didn't seem very casual.

"I mainly want to ask Xiyuan, right?" Su Ya seemed to see through, shrugging her shoulders intentionally, "That's really helpless, Xiyuan won't come to live these two days, it seems that this soup is only for those who haven't eaten lunch, I will help you consume it gone."

After finishing speaking, he took the lead in stuffing the information into his arms, took the thermos bucket, and unscrewed the lid. The fragrance overflowed and he felt hungry.

"Wow, such an excellent soup is not something that ordinary restaurants can make." Su Ya probed and asked, "You didn't cook it yourself, did you?"

Glancing at Su Ya's mischievous eyes, Lu Mosheng just smiled without explaining.

"You said she didn't come over these two days, did she go home?" Wei Wei lowered her eyes, looked at her, and asked.

"There is no home to return to. Her stepmother is lucky if she doesn't quarrel." Su Ya sighed, screwed the lid on, helplessly, "She didn't say anything about the specific situation, but she felt sorry for her, and everything was done to her. Squeeze, and meet such a fiancé who doesn't let her worry, if you want me to say, break up as soon as possible!"

Although it was gossip, Lu Mosheng secretly suppressed his face.

Homeless?

If there is no such thing as Zhang Bo, where else can he go?

"Hey, Brother Lu, I'm going to be late, let's not talk, let's chat." Su Ya looked at the time, hurriedly took the document from his hand, and when she turned around, she didn't forget the bucket in Yang Yang's hand, and grinned, "Thank you Your ginseng soup."

"You're welcome." Staring at those bright eyes, Lu Mosheng slightly raised the corners of his lips.

It's just that after Su Ya left, Lu Mosheng's face was gloomy for a moment, his eyes were piercing, as cold as ice.

Three days.

Because of Li Li's continuous diagnosis and treatment, Jiang Xiyuan's arm swelling gradually subsided, and the wound on her face also faded a lot.

Ye Shenghao never went home, nor did he call to inquire. Jiang Xiyuan also understood that he wanted to give her a space to heal herself.

It's just that she was depressed for a long time, which caused her to lose her appetite. She still ate a bite or two for the first two meals. Later, she didn't want to eat anything at all. She was dull all day long, lacked sleep, and looked thinner to the naked eye. a big circle.

"Miss Jiang, if you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it." Nearly two hours had passed, and Song Rong was very worried when she saw that the lunch on the dining table had not moved.

"I really can't bear to waste your mind." Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath, stood up, her eyes were empty. "Aunt Song, I want to go out for a walk."

"Shall I accompany you?" Ye Shenghao told him that he wanted to watch Jiang Xiyuan, so Song Rong didn't dare to make any mistakes.

"Let me be alone for a while, please? Don't worry, I'll just go for a walk in the nearby park, and I'll be back in a while, so I won't cause you any trouble." Jiang Xiyuan pursed her lips, speaking with difficulty.

"But..." Song Rong looked sad, but seeing Jiang Xiyuan's firm gaze, it was inconvenient to say more.

Just waiting for Jiang Xiyuan to go out, Song Rong hurriedly dialed Ye Shenghao's number.

"Mr. Ye, Ms. Jiang hasn't eaten rice for the past two days, and she is listless all day, which is very worrying. She said she wanted to go for a walk in the park by herself, and she didn't let me follow. I really don't know what to do." Song Rong said eagerly. "Mr. Ye, why don't you come and see Miss Jiang?"

On the phone, there was a low sound of electric current, and the long silence made Song Rong feel shuddering all over. It seemed that an invisible coldness extended to the room through the phone.

As soon as I put my ear closer to the receiver, I heard a cold response from the other end, "I see."