The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

An Ran thought about it and realized that Jiang Huainian had already said so much, and if she refused again, it would seem like she was ungrateful.

"Thank you boss for your warmth. I appreciate it."

"The driver will bring you the keys later and you can move there over the weekend." Jiang Huainian said without letting anyone refuse.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jiajia smiled a little bit meanly.

"I say your boss doesn't really like you, does he?"

"Didn't you hear what he said? Don't think too much." An Ran rolled her eyes.

Feng Jiajia hugged her and said, "I can't sleep anyway, I'll go back with you to pack your luggage."

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Anran stood at the door of her house, her hand holding the key trembling uncontrollably.

The scenes from last night reappeared before her eyes, and she couldn't imagine what she would see when she opened the door.

If Jiang Huai Nian hadn't dealt with the rest, would she have seen a cold corpse? Would the smell of blood permeate the entire house?

"I'll do it." Feng Jiajia snatched the key from her hand.

Insert the key, turn it, hold your breath and push the door open.

An Ran mustered up the courage to step into the house, and the scene before her shocked her.

The living room was clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened.

The sunlight gently illuminates every corner. There are several bouquets of lilies in the strange vase, and the faint fragrance of flowers floats in the air.

"The scene has been cleaned up." She said woodenly.

"Jiang Huai should have handled it. You don't have to worry about it anymore." Feng Jiajia also breathed a sigh of relief.

After packing ten boxes, the two were exhausted and out of breath.

The driver handed her the key to the new house.

"Is Mr. Jiang okay after what happened last night?" An Ran couldn't help but ask him.

The driver smiled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang has already taken care of it, you don't have to worry."

"That's good." An Ran finally felt relieved.

Feng Jiajia drove An Ran to her new home.

"Shencheng Apartment is a top-notch apartment. A single apartment here costs several million. How can it just be left empty? What is his entrepreneurial history? Is your company that profitable?"

Feng Jiajia became more and more curious about Jiang Huaian. She was the editor of a fashion magazine. In addition to celebrity models, she particularly liked the insights of industry leaders on fashion. If she could invite him, the magazine would definitely sell well.

"Rumor has it that he founded Future Technology after winning more than one million US dollars in a hacker competition." An Ran didn't know much about Jiang Huaian, she heard this from her colleagues.

“It’s really awesome.”

When they opened the door to the house, they looked at each other blankly.

"He calls this a small apartment?" Feng Jiajia said, pointing to the living room which is over 100 square meters.

An Ran was also stunned. This was simply a mansion!

Took a quick tour.

"There are four bedrooms, and all the furniture is brand new and luxury brands!" Feng Jiajia said excitedly.

"Let me tell you, Jiang's Group is really awesome. Shencheng Apartment and Shencheng Yipin were launched at the highest price in the property market five years ago. After that, Jiang Hongxi sold off the real estate company. The real estate industry has been hit hard in recent years. How many listed companies are facing bankruptcy due to the debt crisis! Jiang Hongxi has a sharp eye!"

An Ran nodded.

"I have to admire the legendary boss." As a native of Shenzhen, Jiang Hongxi's deeds are well known to everyone.

Feng Jiajia sat on the leather sofa, feeling very satisfied.

"It's like moving in right away. I was thinking about what home appliances to give you. I saved money."

The next day, after moving, I had dinner with Liu Beili.

"Junjun, say hello to your aunt." Liu Beili held her son's hand.

"Hello, Aunt Ranran and Aunt Jiajia," Junjun greeted politely.

Liu Beili was An Ran’s college classmate. She got married in her sophomore year after she unexpectedly became pregnant, without even completing her studies.

The originally pretty and clever person has become dull and lifeless as a housewife who is busy preparing three meals a day and taking care of her husband and children.

"Junjun is so well behaved!" Anran touched his head.

"I'm so hungry, let's order some food." After a busy day, she was so hungry that she could eat a cow.

"No need to order, I bought a group purchase voucher." Liu Beili took out her phone and said with a smile: "This set meal for four is very cost-effective, only over a hundred yuan."

Feng Jiajia looked at the set meal and saw that the portion was not large, so she reluctantly said, "Okay, if it's not enough, order more."

"Hello, I bought a group purchase coupon." Liu Beili called the waiter.

The waiter checked the ticket quickly.

"Didn't your husband get a promotion? Why are you still so stingy?" Feng Jiajia asked.

"He said his salary didn't increase, just his position was promoted." Liu Beili touched her son's head.

"That shouldn't be the case. The salary of the head of Yongfu Financial Branch should not be low? He still gives you 5,000 for household expenses?" An Ran asked in surprise.

Liu Beili nodded embarrassedly.

Feng Jiajia frowned and said, "Yeah, this level is at least 100,000, right?"

Liu Beili has never worked and doesn't understand any of this, so she just listens to her husband.

"He showed me his salary card, and it was indeed only a little over 20,000. He said that he was under a lot of pressure to pay off his mortgage and car loan, and he didn't even have money to eat. When I said more, he got unhappy," she said dejectedly.

"Dad hits Mom." Junjun frowned and was about to cry.

"He attacked you?" they both asked excitedly at the same time.

"You bastard, he dared to hit you! How dare we go and argue with him!" Feng Jiajia exploded in anger.

"He just drank and he's apologized." Liu Beili pulled the sleeves of her knitted jacket forward.

"How can you forgive him so easily! Your parents' home is far away, and we are your support here." An Ran held her hand.

"Divorce! What is this bastard doing here? He doesn't give you any money, so what do you want from him?" Feng Jiajia slammed the table and said.

Liu Beili touched her son's head and smiled helplessly.

It's not like she hasn't thought about divorce.

"I haven't even graduated from college and I have no money. How can I get custody if we get divorced..."

The truth was so cruel that everyone at the table was speechless.

"Come to my fashion company and I'll arrange a job for you," said Feng Jiajia.

Junjun looked up and said, "Mom, go to work and make money."

"Is it okay?" Liu Beili's eyes sparkled. "But if I go to work, you have to go to the after-school program..."

"There are several children in our class who are also waiting for their mothers to pick them up in after-school classes. I can do that too." Junjun said sensibly.

"It's settled. I'll go home in the evening and ask my dad to make the arrangements," said Feng Jiajia.

Liu Beili nodded with tears in her eyes.

After dinner, Liu Beili took her son home.

"I think your luck has improved recently," said Feng Jiajia.

"Is there?" An Ran asked back.

"Look, your salary has doubled, and you have a free mansion to live in. Could it be that the Jianghuai Year has 'broken' your bad luck?" Feng Jiajia said in a mean way.

An Ran's ears blushed, and after thinking about it carefully, she realized that her luck had indeed improved after meeting Jiang Huai.

"Want to buy a scratch ticket and try?" Feng Jiajia saw a lottery shop across the street.