Fake daughters are wealthy

Jiang Li leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then opened them, looked at the messages on the phone again, and was speechless for a long time.

He looked at the message from Qiao Nian on the phone, and was speechless for a while.

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, and she sent another message to Jiang Xianrou - [It's too late for you to regret it now. 】

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After Jiang Li left, Jiang Xianrou lost her appetite to eat, so she hurriedly shaved a few mouthfuls of rice, and said to Jiang Zongnan and Tang Wanru, "Mom and Dad, I'm full, let's go upstairs first."

Tang Wanru saw that the rice in her bowl was basically untouched, so she worriedly said to her behind her: "Xianrou, you can only eat this."

"I'm full, eat slowly." Jiang Xianrou turned pale, pinched her knuckles, and forced the corners of her mouth, pretending to be nonchalant.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Tang Wanru to persuade her, she went back to her room with a heavy heart.

Her room was on the second floor, and it was the best room in the villa except for the master bedroom where Tang Wanru and Jiang Zongnan lived.

Good lighting.

large area.

And all of them were dressed in European style according to Jiang Xianrou's preference.

In addition to a big Simmons soft bed in the bedroom, there is also a cloakroom on the side for her clothes. The cloakroom is filled with all kinds of brand-name shoes and bags, and there are too many clothes to wear...

Jiang Xianrou closed the door of the room, sat on the stool of the dressing table in a state of distraught, opened the drawer and took out a mask from it.

The phone she dropped on the table jingled.

Jiang Xianrou put the mask back, got up, took the phone over, unlocked it and took a look.

It was the message from Jiang Li.

Her complexion is still not very good.

But when he saw Jiang Li sending a message, he calmed down a little, eyelashes drooping, a little supercilious arrogance, and he tapped the phone with his fingertips.

Once you see the content of the message.

Her complexion changed suddenly, as if she had been slapped, her complexion was extremely pale!

[It's too late for you to regret it now. 】

At first, Jiang Xianrou thought she was delusional, but she read the message from Jiang Li again, and it was still the same sentence, full of warning.

She read it word by word, and was almost so angry that Jiang Xianrou smiled instead.

Staring at the phone, he couldn't understand what kind of madness Jiang Li had gone to, to actually send such a message to himself.

Is it too late for her to regret it now?

Why should she regret it, why should she regret it?

Jiang Xianrou was so angry that she had a headache, she threw her phone on the dressing table again, put her hands on her temples, and tried her best to calm herself down.

However, when he thought of the way Jiang Li came back to fight with him today, and the news he received, his expression was still not good.

I don't know how long it has been.

Jiang Xianrou's cell phone, which was left on the dressing table, rang, and someone called.

She was in a bad mood, and she didn't intend to answer the phone at first, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the number on the caller ID was Zhao Ruoqi, a junior from the clinical department.

She got up, suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, and walked to the balcony with her mobile phone.

"Hey."

Jiang Xianrou lacked interest, so her tone was naturally not that good: "What do you want from me?"

However, through the mobile phone, Zhao Ruoqi didn't seem to hear it, and said to her excitedly: "Sister Xianrou, do you know what song was selected for the opening ceremony of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"?"

Jiang Xianrou was annoyed when she heard the word "Department of Chinese Medicine"!

She frowned, not paying attention to the Department of Chinese Medicine, and said patiently, "What song?"