Report to Husband: Gao Leng's Wife Wants to Hug

Just as Fang Yayan was about to reply, there were two sudden honking sounds amidst the sound of rain, and he followed the sound and immediately recognized the car.

The conversation was interrupted suddenly, Bao Qinghe snorted disdainfully with his mouth crooked:

"Who is it? Just because you have a broken car, you honk your horn indiscriminately, disturbing the people!"

"But that car is indeed very expensive. No wonder he is rich and powerful. It is much more expensive than your husband's car."

The female doctor on the side spoke truthfully.

Bao Qinghe squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and said in a strange way:
"My husband bought the car with all his own money. He also made a lot of money in stocks in his spare time. People who honk their horns like this are probably the rich second generation who gnaw on the old. It’s all a mess to get such a car to be so majestic.”

The female colleague didn't like her sour tone, so she stopped talking and her eyes gradually changed.

"This man is so handsome, he has a great figure!"

Looking at the past, Bao Qinghe couldn't help being fascinated, and immediately folded his arms and shot cold arrows:
"This must be a celebrity or an actor or something. Maybe he asked me about plastic surgery. Don't think about this kind of man, he doesn't belong to us."

As soon as she finished speaking, the expression on Bao Qinghe's face froze instantly, and the man she said "does not belong to them" walked up to Fang Yayan impartially holding an umbrella.

"Why don't you go there?"

Jiang Yicheng's eyebrows were slightly lowered, with a hint of gentleness in it.

Fang Yayan gave him a strange look, and said cooperatively:

"No umbrella."

"Let's go."

Jiang Yicheng put his hand around her waist naturally, and when he walked into the rain, he heard Bao Qinghe's unwilling and awkward voice:

"Fang Yayan, is he your husband?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Fang Yayan admitted openly that she didn't notice Jiang Yicheng's quietly raised mouth corners. During the short period of sheltering from the rain, Bao Qinghe was too arrogant, and she really thought she was number one in the world without frustrating her spirit.

Bao Qinghe's face changed, obviously not believing:
"Didn't you two have a flash marriage?" How could the relationship be so good!
Before Fang Yayan could think of how to answer, Jiang Yicheng had already said:
"If you meet the right person, what's the harm in flash marriage?"

"No, you..." Bao Qinghe wanted to say that this was not the case at all, but how should they explain their intimate behavior?
Ever since she was in college, she had been firmly suppressed by Fang Yayan, who was a junior. She never expected that after so many years, she had tried her best to climb up, but she still couldn't win.

"No problem, let's go first."

Jiang Yicheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Fang Yayan tenderly.

With this look, Fang Yayan couldn't help rolling up the pimples with his hands.

The steely and cold-blooded straight man becomes gentle, and the effect can scare people to death.

Sitting in the car, Fang Yayan leaned back in the chair and laughed loudly:

"It's so enjoyable! Bao Qinghe, a woman who has been hypocritical since I met her, is obviously a year older than me, but her heart is thinner than a toothpick. I guess marrying the dean's son is the only bragging capital she has left in her life." .”

Jiang Yicheng glanced at her with great interest. At this time, she was in high spirits, and her body seemed to be coated with a layer of holy light:
"Then what bragging capital do you have?"

"Of course, my beauty, my achievements, and my black material."

Fang Yayan smiled brightly, and now he can also put a smile on the rumors imposed on him by the outside world.

Jiang Yicheng raised his eyebrows slowly, slightly puzzled:
"Bragging about your dirty stuff?"

"That's right." Fang Yayan smiled slyly at him, poked her own chest with her fingers, beaming with joy:

"A person with so much slander about me can still marry a third-generation red-blooded person like you, with a clean fortune and good roots. Can you not brag?"

"Your brain circuit is really good enough." Jiang Yicheng's tone was full of helplessness and sarcasm.

Fang Yayan was in a good mood today and didn't want to argue with him. She turned her eyes around his face and asked in a low voice:
"How are you, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yicheng concentrated on driving, "I'll move to your place today."

Hearing this, Fang Yayan straightened his back immediately:

"Why did you move to my place? I live with my colleagues, you go home."

Jiang Yicheng remained unmoved, and made up his mind:

"Since you said something like divorce, I think it is necessary to get along with you well, so that you can completely dispel this idea."

Fang Yayan snorted coldly, thinking it was very funny:

"On your condition, are you still worried that you won't be able to find a wife? Most of them are women who pounce on you."

"I'm worried about you." Jiang Yicheng said lightly, "According to the current national conditions, divorced women are very unsalable. I have a natural sense of responsibility as a soldier, and I won't let you divorce."

Fang Yayan was dumbfounded:

"What if we quarrel and fight all day long? Mr. Jiang, can you bear it?"

Jiang Yicheng shrugged, speaking in a natural tone:
"What can't be tolerated? Do you think that two people live together and rely solely on that little love? It's more accommodating and tolerant."

Fang Yayan looked at him curiously like a fool, and couldn't imagine that this would be something a cruel and merciless man like him would dare to say.

Of course, she also has her own ideas:
"It's easy for you to say. If there is no love or affection, who would accommodate others for no reason? Everything has a price for each other."

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Yicheng's eyes trembled slightly, as if touched.

Wordless silence followed.

The conversation between the two went into a dead end.

Fang Yayan felt a little bitterness in her heart, she didn't like herself like this.

Thousands of exhortations and ten thousand exhortations, but in this nominal marriage, emotions are still used.

Arriving downstairs in the dormitory, Fang Yayan said "thank you" in a muffled voice, pushed the door and got off the car, and went upstairs without looking back.

When he took out the key and was about to open the door, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Looking back, Jiang Yicheng came up with his luggage.

"If you don't want to continue this marriage, you'd better not refuse me to live in."

Fang Yayan was slightly stunned, not quite understanding:
"What do you mean?"

"It means cultivating a relationship." Jiang Yicheng said decisively, put the luggage against the wall, held her hand and turned it lightly, and with a click, the lock was unlocked, and she was pushed in.

When the man was about to trap her between the wall and his body, Fang Yayan put his hands on his chest, with a vigilant expression:

"Don't mess around, there are roommates!"

"She's gone back to her home, and she usually comes up to sleep at noon, but she doesn't count as living here."

Fang Yayan's pupils shrank suddenly:

"how do you know?"

"I went to the research institute this afternoon and met your colleague. She had a good chat with me."

Jiang Yicheng straightened up, walked into Fang Yayan's room with his luggage familiarly.

Fang Yayan followed up:
"The room is so small, it's very crowded for two people."

With his back turned to her, Jiang Yicheng began to undress and change, as if he was in his own home, without any discomfort:
"No, it's much better than the dormitory environment when I was in the army."