Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

After quickly packing himself up, Jiang Zitong went out with a small satchel.

As soon as the car drove from the underground garage to the ground, the sharp-eyed driver saw the paparazzi squatting nearby, and before everyone noticed Jiang Zitong's car, the driver hurriedly asked: "Young Madam, do you need someone to deal with the paparazzi in front of you? "

"No need." Jiang Zitong looked at the paparazzi squatting, and there were quite a few of them. After thinking about it, he said, "Don't drive too fast, and be careful not to hurt people."

The driver nodded and slowed down again, as if he was crawling like a tortoise, walking slowly.

Soon sharp-eyed people spotted Jiang Zitong sitting in the car, and one after another people came forward, scrambling around the car, asking loud questions to the people in the car.

"Miss Jiang Zitong, are all the black materials on the Internet true? Are there really dirty records in your file?"

"Miss Jiang, after falling out with the boss, can this star drama that is currently being filmed continue to be filmed? Will it affect your personal development in the future?"

"Miss Jiang, is it convenient to disclose, how will you deal with issues such as contract compensation between you and the company?"

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No matter how good the sound insulation of the car glass is, it is inevitable that there will be super loud sound leaking into the car, and it is not Jiang Zitong's style to pretend to be deaf.

After listening to the general questions from the audience, Jiang Zitong took out a pen and paper, and wrote eloquently: "Everything is based on official information, thank you."

After finishing writing, she stuck the piece of paper in the gap of the car window, and used a small drop of make-up lipstick to fix the corner of the paper on the car window.

Throughout the whole process, Jiang Zitong had a smile on his lips, humble and polite.

Her operation confused the paparazzi, what was it like?Judging from Jiang Zitong's current state, it feels like she's fine?

After Jiang Zitong's car drove into the driveway, someone in the crowd suddenly murmured: "I'm not the only one who thinks that Jiang Zitong's car is driving at a slow speed and didn't scratch anyone?"

After such a reminder, everyone realized that Jiang Zitong was such a caring person, even though she knew they were here to pick up news about her, she could still treat them so politely. The most important thing was that she didn't find anyone to drive them away.

Dadu, not everyone can do it!

Among the crowd, there were a few paparazzi live broadcasts, so the situation on the scene was completely uploaded to the Internet, and the number of people watching the live broadcast was steadily increasing.

When Jiang Zitong arrived at Luo Mingqiu's residence, it was not the presidential palace, but a private property under her name. It was a small Jiangnan courtyard similar to a courtyard house, very romantic.

Earlier, when Luo Mingqiu was not yet married, Jiang Zitong teased her several times to transfer property, but she was rejected.It's a pity that there are no other small courtyards for sale, otherwise the two would be neighbors.

Situ Zhilan was lying on the sofa playing video games with her legs crossed, her hands taking time to eat alternately from time to time.Anyway, as far as her function is concerned, it is to obediently be a tool person, and nothing else is important.

Is there anyone happier than her in this world?Eat, drink and have fun, you don’t need to memorize KPIs, and you get your salary.If there is something to do with the boss, she is still in charge of eating and drinking.

Luo Mingqiu poured Jiang Zitong a cup of coffee, and then said in a leisurely manner, "What are you going to do?"

"If you can't give the hammer, I'll see you later. Since it's not a dead hammer, there's still room for tossing around, who cares!" Jiang Zitong took a sip of the coffee, "Oh my mother! You like drinking so sour Coffee? What strange taste?"

Then, she glanced suspiciously at Luo Mingqiu's stomach: "You don't have it, do you?"

"There's a ball!"

"No? Jing Moqing can't do him?"

Jiang Zitong said narrowly, as if he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"...Talk about the business!" Luo Mingqiu rubbed his forehead, seemingly helpless, "If you keep questioning like this, I'm afraid someone will want to kill you!"

Saying that, Luo Mingqiu pointed to the upstairs, and smiled with a slanted mouth.

Jiang Zitong followed her fingertips to look up, but unfortunately, there was a person upstairs, half-closed his eyes, looking downstairs.

"puff!"

Well, take back what she just said...

To be honest, sometimes, you really can't just mention other people's names casually, the more you mention it, the more accidents are likely to happen!