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

"Fang Yayan, you think too highly of yourself! With your bad reputation, Jiang Yicheng will just play around with you. Do I need to grab it!"

On the other end of the phone, Fang Yuxin's tone was extremely contemptuous, but the hand holding the phone couldn't help shaking with anger.

Fang Yayan, who majored in psychology with a perfect score in the university, accurately captured the trill in his tone, and deliberately squeezed his throat to speak in a showy tone.

"Yes, do you still need to fight? When my husband rejected you, he just got off my bed. "

"Fang Yayan, you are shameless!"

In the end, he couldn't stand her aggressive method and exploded in anger.

The angrier Fang Yuxin became, the happier Fang Yayan became, "Why am I so shameless? You dare to despise a soldier's marriage and still want to get involved? If I hand over the call records to Mr. Jiang, you will become a gentle and temperamental young lady." It's all ruined."

"How dare you talk to me like that! If my father hadn't adopted you, would you be where you are today, little bitch, you don't know how to be grateful at all!"

grateful?

Fang Yayan smiled.

When she was in Fang's house, was she not grateful enough for being patient?

Spending her family's money but kept talking about adoption, she didn't complain a word, isn't she not grateful enough?
What happened in the end?Sell ​​her regardless of any sympathy!

Thinking of all the past, Fang Yayan narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered at the corner of her mouth.

"I want to be grateful, not to you! Don't forget who gave me my status today."

Mentioning this matter, Fang Yuxin's heart throbbed non-stop. How did she know that Fang Yayan was so patient at the time, so she escaped from the room and snatched her place as the young mistress of the Jiang family!

"Nothing to say? Then I'll talk to you a few more words. Jiang Yicheng and I are now in love and living a happy life. Please don't make trouble anymore, otherwise I won't be merciless when I fight the mistress."

Before Fang Yuxin could react, Fang Yayan hung up the phone and went downstairs gracefully.

"grandfather."

Mr. Jiang was sitting in the living room chatting with Jiang Yicheng. When he saw Fang Yayan coming down the stairs, the old man smiled even wider and waved to her:

"Yayan, come over and taste this grape. Yicheng bought it. It's very sweet!"

"Okay." Fang Yayan twisted one and put it in his mouth, his red lips moved slightly, and he swallowed slowly.

"Oh! So sweet!"

Unexpectedly, a rough man like Jiang Yicheng would be quite good at picking grapes.

"You can eat more if it tastes good. Do you still need to go back to the hospital during this time?"

Mr. Jiang personally folded a small string and put it where Fang Yayan could touch it, his tone was not as cold and serious as usual.

Jiang Yicheng noticed all these changes, and became even more curious about Fang Yayan, a woman.

He remembered that when his grandfather knew that Fang Yayan was plotting against him, he was so angry that he couldn't eat for a few days. How could it be so different after only two years.

Fang Yayan, Fang Yayan, what have you done!
Thinking of this, Jiang Yicheng looked up at Fang Yayan.

She was sitting dignifiedly, with bright eyes and kind eyes. Mr. Jiang could pick up a sentence or two of everything, and was very good at talking.

"Since you don't have to go to work, you can stay at home for a few more days."

Mr. Jiang was very happy. His grandson didn't come back for two years, which made him miss him very much.

And this granddaughter-in-law has also waited in peace for two years, and it's time for the couple to do something for the family.

Fang Yayan looked down at his watch after swallowing the fruit in his mouth, "Grandpa, should you go to the theater?"

"That's right! Then I'll go first." Mr. Jiang patted his thigh suddenly, and asked the housekeeper to accompany him out.

Only Fang Yayan and Jiang Yicheng were left in the living room.

The air was silent and the air pressure was a little low.

Jiang Yi sat on the sofa with long legs crossed, looking at Fang Yayan slightly, perhaps it was a soldier's habit, even this staring made Fang Yayan feel very stressed.

But how can she show that if she loses, she peels the grapes and puts them in her mouth calmly and calmly, her movements are indescribably charming.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Yicheng said softly:

"Do you often come back to see grandpa?"

"if not?"

Fang Yayan asked back, looking over without any impurity.

"The grandson has been away for two years. As a grandson-in-law in name, I have to show it, otherwise how do outsiders think of the Jiang family?"

Jiang Yicheng twitched the tight lip line, and said in a cold voice, "Oh, you are quite kind."

"That is, the heart of a doctor's parents."

After Fang Yayan said this for a while, he started eating grapes in suspense. The dead man's gaze was too overwhelming, and he couldn't hold on to staring at each other too much.

In fact, she was trying to please Mr. Jiang so that the situation would not be so embarrassing.

Becoming Jiang Yicheng's wife is tantamount to choosing a path that cannot be turned back. In order to make things better for each other in the future, she can only try her best to blend in with everyone in Jiang's family.

Mr. Jiang has a bright eye and a bright heart. Fang Yayan worked hard to be the grandson-in-law of Jiang's family for two years, and was finally accepted by his old man.

It was only in the past six months that the old man's occasional care kept her from getting discouraged about the family.

In a daze, Jiang Yicheng pushed the basket of grapes under her nose, still in that cold and irresponsible tone:

"Eat more if you like it."

Um?Is this... thanking her?
Hehe, what a straight man of steel.

She doesn't accept it!

Fang Yayan threw the raisins into the trash can, clapped his hands, stood up and went to the yard to water the flowers.

This is the first time someone ignored him like this!

Jiang Yicheng frowned, and his eyes slid over.

When she wore a skirt and a doctor's gown, they had two different auras. The former was gentle and the latter was calm and professional. Neither of them matched the description he had heard before.

Could this woman change her face?
At this time, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong from upstairs, and Jiang Yicheng, who had always disliked noise, raised his eyebrows, and his tone was extremely displeased:
"What are you pulling? Just let someone destroy it!"

Hou Yali looked in the direction of the yard in embarrassment:
"They are all birthday presents from Yayan's male colleagues in the hospital in the past two years. Yayan has been piled up in the storage room. I want to clean them up."

A birthday present from a male colleague?

Inexplicably, Jiang Yicheng felt a little impatient in his heart, and his voice was a little cold in vain:
"Throw it all away!"

"Then do you want to throw away this love letter?"

love letter?

This word made the impatience in Jiang Yicheng's heart turn into flames, and he strode over to read it with a cold face, and every word in it expresses love openly.

Although there is no relationship between the two of them, it doesn't mean that Jiang Yicheng is willing to wear a cuckold!
"Fang Yayan, come in for me!"

"what?"

Hearing the man's commanding tone, Fang Yayan frowned displeased.

How can a dead man return to his original form after being polite for a few days, how can he live on in the future!
Fang Yayan returned to the living room, looked up and saw Jiang Yicheng went to the study on the second floor.

But Hou Yali was standing on the stairs dragging a sack bag and smiling maliciously.

I don't like her falling in love with Jiang Yicheng so soon?

Fang Yayan secretly rolled his eyes and followed him to the study.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that the air pressure inside was several degrees lower than outside.

"I think you owe me an explanation, Fang Yayan, do you really think I'm dead?" Jiang Yicheng threw a wad of paper on her face.

We only see each other once in two years, isn't it the same as being dead?
After complaining like this in his heart, Fang Yayan opened the ball of paper and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.