Chapter 138 "Sister Xiaoran, you can choose whatever you want, whether you are tall, short, fat or thin!"

Wen Ran entered the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. She lay on the bed holding the quilt for a while before feeling scared.

She! Just! She actually hung up on Zhou Qixiao!

Wen Ran sat up suddenly and looked around in the mirror.

She must have been possessed by a ghost!

Sitting on the bed holding the quilt, the air seemed to still contain the ambiguous atmosphere from before.

Wen Ran suddenly felt that his nose and eyes were sore uncontrollably.

He raised his hand and patted his cheek.

She sniffed.

He immediately comforted himself.

She and Zhou Qixiao are not in a romantic relationship, no matter how many white moonlights he has hidden in his heart or how many cinnabar moles he has!

If Zhou Qixiao has someone in his heart, that would be better!

When she is about to return to the country, she will not be entangled endlessly!

Think so. Chu Wen Ran suddenly had an idea.

She sent Zhou Yanli a text message.

Then he got off the bed, opened the door and shouted to Shengqing who was going downstairs: "Aqing, let's go have fun tomorrow!"

Shengqing didn't react for a while, standing on the stairs and looking at Wen Ran blankly.

"Hi"

Then Wen Ran's cell phone rang.

When she took it out and looked at it, she felt confident.

She just cried out to Zhou Yanli for being poor, but she didn't expect that he was so generous and directly transferred 800,000 yuan to her.

"It's a birthday! It has to be lively, call more beautiful ladies and little brothers, let's get excited!"

Shengqing can understand calling a young lady, but why call her

little brother! His pupils are shaking, it seems that Sister Xiaoran really doesn't care. Satisfied, boss!

Their private life is free, but the group rules clearly stipulate that they must not force each other.

Sister Xiao Ran wants to change her husband, and he can't stop her!

What should I do

? Should I... let the news pass... At this time, Wen Ran puffed up her chest and raised

her phone, "Sister, I'm treating you! I'll give you the rest of the money!"

The tangled expression on Qing's face disappeared in an instant. He held the handrail of the stairs with one hand, took a step forward with his long legs, and jumped down. "Sister Xiaoran, you can choose whatever you want tomorrow, whether you are tall or short, fat or thin!"

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Jiang Jichuan's private residence in Nanzhou.

Jiang Zhen opened the door, and a strong smell of alcohol hit his face. He looked around in the dim room with a sullen face.

Finally, his eyes fell on Jiang Jichuan, who was lying on the sofa drunk and unconscious.

Jiang Zhen narrowed his wolf-like eyes, strode over, and kicked Jiang Jichuan to the ground.

Jiang Jichuan screamed in pain, lying on his back on the ground. He glanced hard and recognized that it was his father, but did not move.

He usually wears suits and leather shoes, and he exudes a sense of abstinence. At this moment, his hair is messy, his clothes are disheveled, and his red eyes reveal an inextricable vulnerability.

"Trash!" Jiang Zhen shouted low and sat directly on the coffee table, tapping his knees irregularly with his fingers, "Why don't you pretend to be a Buddhist who has no desires and desires?" When

Jiang Jichuan heard this, he pressed his hands on the sofa and struggled He got up, leaned his upper body on the sofa, and looked at Jiang Zhen with red eyes full of pain and hatred.

But before he could speak, Jiang Zhen snatched his words: "Don't say anything about my dirty career that prevented your marriage. You are the coward and blame me. If I don't have money and power, how can you live in that community and grow up with the Wen family?" Neighbor Jiang Jichuan, you want both!"

In the early days of China, the laws were not that sound, and Jiang Zhen's fortune was not particularly glorious, but now that he has cleared all his industries, he can be regarded as a pillar industry in the local area and an excellent businessman.

But it's not that easy to escape from the world, so secretly the Jiang family's path is wilder than that of ordinary businessmen.

Jiang Jichuan has always felt that his family's career was too dirty, and since he inherited his father's mania, he felt even more unworthy of Wen Ran.

Ever since he was little, he has just watched over her silently.

But as he grew older, his hypocritical Buddhist heart became increasingly difficult to control.

This is how I got into the habit of collecting Wen Ran’s photos and pillows.

He inserted his hands into his hair and asked in great pain: "What did you and Zhou Zhe plan to do that Mianmian lost? Are you involved?"

After saying this, he seemed to be unable to control his emotions anymore, and shouted hysterically: "Are you involved? "

Jiang Zhen crossed his legs. Although he is middle-aged, he has very good figure management. His wild appearance and his maturity give him a bit more charm.

However, he pretended to be gentle in front of his wife, and he was still strong and domineering. He kicked Jiang Jichuan.

"My wife likes that girl as if she were her own child. If I can cheat her, I will have a meal with that old man. How come I am still nailed to the pillar of moral shame? If you dare to talk nonsense to your mother, don't blame me for exterminating the family. "

Jiang Jichuan took a deep look at his father, who was emotionally lacking due to mental problems.

But this is different for his mother alone in the world, who is the sustenance of his life.

Since he was able to move his mother out, it seems that he was not involved in the Zhou family's affairs.

Realizing this, Jiang Jichuan felt even more heartbroken. He lay on the sofa, as if he was going to die in the next second.

"Tell me who you can't let go of, so you fight over and over again, and you feel sorry for yourself here. How can that little girl be so pitiful?" Jiang Zhen didn't have any special feelings for his son, but his wife loved these two children very much.

If she had known that this boy was going to die or live, if the heart disease recurred, he...

Jiang Zhen kicked him again angrily. She should have coaxed her sweetheart into aborting the child.

Not only did these two little bastards split his love, they had to clean up the mess day after day.

"What else can I do to Mianmian? Then I am a pervert..."

"What's wrong with the pervert? I am also a pervert, and your mother doesn't dislike me either." Jiang Zhen said, half-squinting his wolf-like eyes, and pulled something from his pocket. He took out a few photos and threw them on Jiang Jichuan's body. "Old Wen's death has absolutely nothing to do with the Zhou family. If you do something serious, that little girl will definitely be grateful to you."

"Let's settle the positioning issue with this." Jiang Zhen said and threw out another envelope, then stood up and looked at Jiang Jichuan condescendingly: "If you want it, use whatever means you can to get it! If you keep fucking coy, I will clean you up with that little girl." , to save your mother from worrying about going back to China."

Jiang Zhen originally didn't want Wen Ran to be his daughter-in-law. After all, he already had two children in the family, and with the addition of a lovely daughter-in-law, his sweetheart ignored him even more. .

What he hopes is that these two boys will find two mean wives, so that his wife will ignore these two sons.

But now it seems that his son is too rubbish, and he looks like he is going to die, so he has to take care of it even if he doesn't want to.

The food was already in his mouth. If this kid continues to be a waste...

the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He leaned over and grabbed Jiang Jichuan's collar, and easily lifted him up.

"Little girl, you are entangled with Zhou Qixiao now, right? You are such a piece of trash that even I can't beat you. Why are you competing with a world-class soldier like Zhou Qixiao to become a monk by chanting sutras and being a vegetarian?"

Jiang Zhen said with a hand. He let go and threw Jiang Jichuan back on the sofa: "It's a bitch's thing, it's embarrassing."

Jiang Jichuan struggled twice and finally managed to hold on to the back of the sofa to prop himself up.

He ignored Jiang Zhen's scolding words and grabbed the envelope.

Can this thing solve the problem of positioning?

As long as Mianmian is not afraid of him, he still has a chance!

A brilliance gradually appeared in his red, swollen and gray eyes.

He can no longer be a Buddhist who has no desires and desires. Without Wen Ran, he will die...

Jiang Jichuan quickly opened the envelope and couldn't help laughing when he saw the words inside.

Why didn't he expect it!

The situation was broken!

Mianmian would definitely not blame him for the positioning matter anymore.