Boss on top: My wife is too hot

The tone is as relaxed as talking about other people's affairs.

Jiang Xiyuan herself was surprised when she heard it.

I thought mentioning it would be a little sentimental, but I didn't have the slightest desire to cry.

Maybe it's that the miserable period of losing my appetite when I locked myself in the room for a few days has passed?
Or maybe it was because Ye Shenghao stubbornly dragged her into the Happy Valley playground halfway, and after being stimulated several times, he forgot?

In short, the loneliness that should have disappeared at this moment.

On the contrary, it is a sense of relief that after seeing it through, I don't want to care about myself anymore.

"Ah?" Yin Yueyue didn't think about it that much, her mouth was wide open, and she looked shocked, "The future mother-in-law that Miss Jiang mentioned is the mother of Zhang Bo, the president of Wanhe Group? Don't you know about that one? Didn't make a sound?"

After Yin Yueyue finished speaking, she wished she could slap her mouth.

If there was a noise, how could they have Mr. Ye?

And this kind of question touched Jiang Xiyuan's heart even more. Yin Yueyue really, with a gossip heart, forgot to use her brain to weigh pros and cons.

However, looking at it, Jiang Xiyuan's face remained the same, even more so, with a hint of calmness, "I know, I just watched from the side, and later he dragged me to preach, thinking that he should apologize to his mother."

"What?" Yin Yueyue was completely speechless. From a female point of view, she immediately widened her eyes, "No matter how bad the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is, women are their own, so shouldn't they all be used to love them? Besides, if you haven't gotten through the door, you have to slap your face. If you want to get through the door Now, don’t you have to use a knife?”

Yin Yueyue was straightforward, and angrily, she forgot to weigh her words.

This exit, realizing something, quickly gritted his teeth, and shut his mouth.

He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xiyuan, with a calm expression, unable to guess what kind of emotion he was in.

Feeling a little flustered, I wish I could secretly slap myself.

Jiang Xiyuan also noticed her detailed reaction, but she didn't find it harsh, nor did she blame her.

Women should be loved.

This seems to be an eternal truth, but who has really done it?
I still remember when I was a child, Zhang Bo's father was still there, and the two families had frequent contacts, and the relationship was very good. She and Zhang Bo were hard-working playmates, playing games together, and going to and from school together.

Most of the time, she could see the window and hear the shouts from downstairs: Jiang Xiyuan, do you want to take a bicycle.

Leaning out, he saw a boy in white T, driving his bicycle, parked in the garden downstairs.

Tilting his head slightly, the breeze was blowing gently, rubbing his broken hair, and a pair of brown eyes, clean and refreshing, like a clear stream without any impurities.

At that time, Zhang Bo was a boy full of sunshine, giving people a warm feeling.

The youthful years are what I miss the most. After that, she went abroad, and the communication between the two became less, but they still contacted occasionally.

I especially remember that on the way back to China, she encountered a premeditated kidnapping. The kidnappers took a huge ransom and ran away, but Jiang Xiyuan was imprisoned in the basement and never saw the light of day.

Until a flash of light illuminates her world and the familiar white T-shirt, as if returning to the era when Zhang Bo was waiting for her to go to school at any time.

It was also after that incident that she agreed to Zhang Bo's marriage proposal, and turned all her emotions into infatuation, and took it seriously.

However, what rewarded her was day-by-day indifference, as well as the frequent gossip.

At this point, Jiang Xiyuan no longer wants to care about whose responsibility it is.

"Forget it, it's all over." The words were light, and all the emotions were left with only a few words.