Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Zhang Bo knew it in his heart.

He has never had her, even for a day, a moment, a minute, she doesn't belong to him!
"Mr. Zhang, I think Miss Jiang left by herself. Have you signed all your materials?" The manager carefully opened the door, and what he saw was an unusually gloomy and heavy figure from his back.

The manager's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he froze in place, not knowing how to advance or retreat.

After a long silence, two words came faintly from Zhang Bo's side, "Get out."

The voice was cold and cold, as if it came from the depths of an ice cellar. The steward's body froze in fright, and even the smile on his face became a little distorted.

"For example, if Mr. Zhang needs anything." The manager swallowed and said softly, "Please just ask."

After all, the steward left quietly. When covering the door, he could use both hands, for fear of making unnecessary noises and irritating the people inside.

"Boss, what's the matter? I didn't want to get married just now, but this woman just left?" The staff at the front counter came over, carefully glanced at the closed VIP room door, and lowered his voice. ask.

"We can't guess what these upper-class people think." The manager sighed.

"Exactly." The other party responded.

"Huh? You don't go to the counter, what are you doing standing here?" The manager came back to his senses and glanced questioningly.

"Ah, I just went to get a glass of water." The staff immediately raised the glass in his hand and said awkwardly. "I'm going to work right away."

"That's right." The person in charge stopped her, with a serious expression on his face, "This matter, you are not allowed to speculate and spread it without authorization, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Hearing this, the staff blinked twice to express their confusion, but seeing that the manager's face turned pale, he nodded, "I understand."

Only then did the steward leave in peace.

Before the staff entered the counter, they turned their eyes to the VIP room curiously again, and there was a hint of sharpness in the calm eyes before.

She calmly took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to a number: A man and a woman who came to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for marriage today are suspected to be Zhang Bo.

A second later, the text message arrived on the other party's mobile phone, and she quietly put it away, holding a water glass, and re-entered the counter to work as if nothing had happened.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Xiyuan's heart was still shaking violently.

The cold wind messed with her hair and blocked her cheeks. She paused, raised her hand to gently gather her hair behind her ears, and stared at the passing crowd, as if her memory was involved in the good old days.

After a long time, warm tears rolled down from her eyes.

Those good things will eventually blow away with the wind.

The sadness at this moment made her a little helpless.

Suddenly, a sentence flashed in my mind: Call me anytime.

Ye Shenghao's voice was still in his ears, but at the moment, it seemed to be the best comfort.

Putting back the phone, Jiang Xiyuan calmed down and took a taxi to Jiang's villa.

Jiang family.

The door is wide open.

At this time, Chen Caihua's insults came from the room.

"You old bastard, you are fed and clothed at home, but you want to get in the way here. I think you really have grown wings and are about to fly!" Chen Caihua turned his back to the door, with his hands on his hips, facing the hunched Uncle Liang cursed loudly.

But Uncle Liang didn't seem to make excuses, still bowed his head respectfully, with the attitude that a housekeeper should have, and he could vaguely see a pride that didn't match his age from his old shoulders.