The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 505 Jiang Yunshen, "Why did you send him roses, huh?"

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"Rongrong," the man's faint voice was tinged with a certain amount of femininity, "Do you really want me to monitor and control the people around you?"

Hua Rong didn't even look at him this time.

She took the mobile phone that she was about to put down and started to edit the text message again, word by word, concise and clear.

[No need to send roses to anyone. 】

She held up the screen showing that the sending was successful, "Is Mr. Jiang satisfied?"

The man looked at her, not at the screen, his handsome face was gloomy, and there were some traces of patience in the tight outline.

Hua Rong asked in a "perplexed" manner, "Do you want me to cancel the task of delivering the crutches to him too? Mr. Jiang, did the crutches offend you? Or is it your desire to control, and even this makes you uncomfortable? "

She put the mobile phone by her side, and said calmly and quite sincerely, "If you have a mental problem, you should go to see a doctor. It's easy to get sick when the time goes by. Anyway, bourgeois rich people like us make an appointment to see a psychological clinic. It’s decompressed, and it’s still very fashionable, there’s nothing shameful about it…”

"In case you are really terminally ill one day and force me to the point of no return, it doesn't matter if you die. If I am so young, beautiful and rich, I will go to jail, that's really too bad. In Jiang Chi's words, Violence."

Jiang Chi.

Jiang Yun's deep Adam's apple rolled and rolled, but as a master at controlling his emotions, he was not too good at getting mad when his reason didn't allow him——

After all, he also knew in his heart that of course Hua Rong hated him, so it was not surprising that he would say something that hurt him.

And it's not surprising that she hates him.

He sat down beside the woman, pinched her chin with his slender and powerful fingers and forcibly turned her face, forcing the woman to look at her without any room for evasion.

Jiang Yunshen lowered his head and approached her face, his warm breath sprayed on her skin, "Why did you send him roses, eh?"

Hua Rong, "Express your thanks?"

There was an icy coldness in the corner of his mouth, his half-smile was cold, "Express your thanks with red roses?"

"What should a red rose represent? Oh, it represents love, enthusiasm, and envy? Since Mr. Jiang knows it, why bother to ask?"

He finally let go of the silence and gentleness that seemed to be pretending, and his voice brought out a cold and cramped taste, "I ask why you gave him red roses?"

Her jaw hurt from the man's fingers.

She closed her eyes, endured it, opened them again quickly, and smiled with her red lips, "I mean to make things difficult for you, so you gave red roses to other men to anger you?"

Her tone was not ironic, but the content condensed the fruit of ridicule.

As if she felt that the man was not satisfied with her answer, she then threw out another argument, "I planned to send him a bouquet of flowers, but I didn't tell He Yan, so he bought red roses on his own initiative?"

The man's anger burst out more vigorously.

Hua Rong still spoke softly, "I asked He Yan to give someone flowers, and he didn't know what to give so he asked me. I like red roses, so I just asked him to give them red roses?"

"Or, I want to cooperate with him so that I can get rid of some pervert who is trying to control me, using a beauty trick?"

"Oh, there is another possibility. He fished me out from under the wheel. I was so excited, so I expressed my love with fiery roses like other secular men and women in society?"

(End of this chapter)