Sweet pet and sweet love: my thousand gold wife

After solving this big trouble, Song Jiaqian stretched his waist and smiled with satisfaction.

But the next second she couldn't laugh anymore, she turned her head and looked at Mother Song in shock.

"Mom, are you still thinking about the Shen family? Let me tell you, don't forget, I'm not married now, who caused it, you have to learn from experience."

Song Jiaqian spoke threateningly, trying to drive this idea out of Song's mother's head.

"Okay, I'm just saying, look at you like this."

Song's mother immediately agreed, and it seemed that Song Jiaqian would not be able to help her in the future.

At that time, these things will depend on oneself, and Song Jiaqian can see that he is unreliable.

Her whole mind was on Shen Huaichuan, the vow she made just now was just a joke.

"That's good, I can tell you, no one should try to get Shen's idea."

Song Jiaqian turned his head and explained to Song's mother.

"Okay, I see. You are about to prepare and eat."

Mother Song gave Song Jiaqian a deep look, then left her room, turned around and went downstairs.

But at this time, the Jiang family, Jiang Heting felt much better because of Song Jiaqian's words.

The complexion that was originally covered with dark clouds had already cleared up after the rain.

His little wife watched from the side and her teeth were itchy. This Song Jiaqian didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup he poured into Jiang Heting to make him happy instead of angry.

"Master, what did Miss Song say just now?"

The woman approached Jiang Heting and asked him what Song Jiaqian said just now, which made him look happy.

"That little girl has a lot of ambitions, she wants to swallow the Shen family."

"what?"

The woman didn't react for a while, but after a while, she understood Jiang Heting's words.

Unexpectedly, she actually married into the Shen family for money. It seems that she is really not a cheap lamp.

With Shen Huaichuan's handsome appearance, Song Jiaqian can be considered to have earned it.

At that time, it will be a wonderful life to control the company with one hand and have a top handsome guy like Shen Huaichuan at the same time.

In addition, the woman and Song Jiaqian were not much older than each other.

Jiang Heting, who was coaxed by her when she was around 25, brought herself back. Now a few years have passed, but she is only in her early thirties.

Song Jiaqian is only less than five years younger than himself, which is really enviable and hateful.

At this moment, the woman thought of Jiang Heyan again. If she could marry Jiang Heyan and own the Jiang family with him, that would be a great joy in life.

The woman stood aside in a daze, Jiang Heting caught a glimpse of her standing there, and pulled her down into his arms.

"You are bad."

The woman patted Jiang Heting's chest with one hand, her frail and boneless fingers made Jiang Heting's heart itch, the beauty was in his arms, and he was in a happy mood. It was a great time to spend a good night together.

"What are you doing, dinner is coming soon."

The woman groaned as she was touched by Jiang Heting's upper and lower hands, and lay shyly in Jiang Heting's arms.

"What do you say?"

Inside the room, male and female voices intertwined.

In the early morning, Jiang Heyan pulled Fang Fang out of the bed early.

Looking at the dark sky outside, Fang Fang complained slightly.

"What are you doing? It's not yet dawn. Why are you rushing out now?"

Fang shrank back under the quilt, unwilling to face the cruel and cold weather.

"The plane is already waiting outside, get up quickly."

Jiang Heyan launched another offensive against the motionless fangs.

"Airplane, outside the door?"

"Um"

Jiang Heyan spoke lightly, responding to his question.

"You rich people are really panicking with money. Why don't you just go to the airport to catch the plane."

Fang Fang complained slightly, and shrank back into the quilt again.

"It's getting better. We have to go early and return early, and you don't have a passport. This is the only way to go. When the traffic is controlled, you can only stay abroad."

It was precisely because Fang Fang did not have a passport, Jiang Heyan decided that it would be better for them to take a private jet.

But the traffic control time is coming, and private jets are not allowed to appear in the sky at that time, so we can only grasp the time as soon as possible.

He did this to keep his fangs from being stuck.

It's too late to apply for a passport at this time, that's the only way.

"Okay, stop talking, I'm up."

Fang Fang was a little angry, since he came here, he seemed to have no freedom in life, and was urged to get up every day.

I think when I was still in the mountains, I got up by my own willpower.

Get up as often as you want, see people when you want, and see people when you don't.

But now, everything seems to be clearly arranged for him, and everything is waiting on the established position, which makes Fang Fang very unhappy.

With some wake up spirit, Fang Fang quickly got up, packed up his things, and walked into the private jet.

"Don't tell me, the last time that boy Shen Huaichuan came to pick me up, the plane was a bit crude, but yours is much bigger."

Fang Fang got on the plane and began to observe the internal structure, and the Qi of getting up was also consumed.

"Aren't you going to sleep? Why, there are still so many words."

Sitting in the dining area, Jiang Heyan picked up a newspaper, read it, and complained at the same time.

"Sleep, why don't you sleep, where is the bed?"

Fang Fang heard that there was a bed, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth quickly.

"In the back, there are two beds."

Jiang Heyan answered Fang Fang's words without raising his head, and enjoyed his breakfast heartily.

As soon as Fang found the bed, he fell asleep after touching the pillow. When he woke up again, the plane had already flown through the airspace of our country.

"what time is it now?"

Fang Fang walked to Jiang Heyan's side contentedly.

"It's past ten in the morning."

Jiang Heyan was sitting at the table, holding Jiang Guinong's physical examination report in his hand, and a complete herbal medicine book beside him.

"The weather is fine today, how many hours can we get there?"

Fang Fang pinched his head slightly, a little unaccustomed to flying at such a high altitude.

It was okay to fall asleep just now, but now that I wake up, my head is full of swelling.

"It's still early, I don't expect to arrive until tonight, why, are you tired?" Jiang Heyan glanced at Fang Fang with some contempt.

"Why are you so tired? I just woke up and felt airsick and uncomfortable."

Du poured out a glass of water and placed it in front of him, trying to use the power of the water to relieve the pain in his head.

"Let's read the report, look at the herbal medicine, and divert attention."

Jiang Heyan casually handed the book in front of him to Du Fang, forcing him to focus on the herbs.

"It's enough of you. I'm not familiar with these things, okay? Why do I still need to read these messy books?"

Fang Fang grew up in the pile of herbs since he was a child, and started to know herbs with his master at the age of five.

"To divert attention."