The queen's wife is too sultry

"You boy, you have grown up so much that you have hardly asked me anything."

Jiang Tingyue walked back on crutches. Not long after the rain stopped, a few gray clouds gathered in the sky above the birch forest. Today's rain seemed to be particularly lingering.

"The last time I made a condition with me was ten years ago, and it was also because of that girl, I said you, why do you seem to be pure-hearted and ascetic, I didn't expect you to be a lover."

Jiang Jingting held an umbrella for him, and his figure was tall and straight, just like the birch tree behind him, with a vigorous and handsome trunk, without any bent branches, and the dense and prosperous tree top pierced into the sky, standing tall in this majestic world.

"Grandpa, you can't let go of uncle, I can't let go of Zhenzhen, this deal is fair, isn't it?"

He opened the back door and put away the umbrella after Jiang Tingyue entered the room.

Diego had been waiting in the house for a long time. As soon as he saw his master, he immediately stepped forward to check whether he was wet from the rain, and then stuffed the hand warmer into Jiang Tingyue's arms. rest is..."

Jiang Tingyue waved his hand, signaling him to back down.

"That child Ye Zhen was kind to the Jiang family when he saved you back then. I can consider the matter between you two, but I don't agree directly."

He glanced at Jiang Jingting, and said unhurriedly: "The specific matters can be discussed after you find Li Feng."

Jiang Jingting raised his eyes and looked at him.

From an objective point of view, Jiang Tingyue's remarks, to put it bluntly, were cheating.

Jiang Jingting's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "You have taught me how to maximize my own interests in the business field since I was a child. Now it seems that I am not as good at this as you."

Jiang Tingyue snorted softly, pretending not to understand his ridicule.

"That's all I'm talking about, you just say whether you agree or not."

He stared at Jiang Jingting closely, his slightly squinted eyes exuding vicissitudes of majesty and oppression. He couldn't wait to take the lead in this transaction that seemed to be initiated by Jiang Jingting.

There was no other reason, when the word Jiang Lifeng was mentioned, an indescribable magic power kept attracting Jiang Tingyue.

He spent most of his life with guilt and anxiety, and now he has a chance to get rid of those painful fates, so how can he resist Jiang Jingting's temptation?

But even so, he still reserved a way out for himself very selfishly, because he knew he had no choice, especially Jiang Jingting.

"Okay, I promise you."

Jiang Tingyue smiled, and the big stone in his heart fell instantly. He was about to turn around and go upstairs when another voice came from behind:
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet."

Jiang Tingyue's heart tightened, he turned around, his eyes full of defense: "Do you want to go back on your word?"

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips, seeing the old man's thoughts clearly.

"If mother and father insist on forcing me to marry Gu Ai—" He paused, with a embarrassed expression, "I'm afraid."

Jiang Tingyue snorted coldly, and the crutch fell heavily on the ground, making a dull and majestic sound.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't die, Gu Mo won't be able to enter Jiang's house."

"With your words, I am relieved."

"Is there nothing else?"

"Gone."

"I'm going back to my room, please don't bother me."

Jiang Tingyue left those words behind and went back to the room leaning on crutches.

As soon as the door closed, he sat down on the reclining chair with slow steps, carefully took out a photo from his pocket, and looked at it without blinking in the palm of his hand.

He looked at it for a while, his eyes gradually became moist, and his eyes were filled with speechless despair and loss. He stroked the photo lightly, as if he was stroking his most cherished baby.

"Li Feng, are you really still alive?"

In the huge room, no voice answered him.

The rain outside the window is still falling continuously.

After Jiang Tingyue left, Jiang Jingting felt a sense of hunger in his stomach. He remembered that he hadn't eaten lunch, so he went to the kitchen and took something to eat from the refrigerator.

Seeing the toast in his hand, Diego immediately put down the vase and asked, "Did the young master not have lunch?"

"It's okay, I'll just eat whatever I want."

"How about that?" Diego quickly waved his hands, thought for a while, and said, "The chef at home can make noodles, why don't you ask him to make you egg and tomato noodles."

Jiang Jingting raised his eyebrows, "In China, it's generally called tomato and egg noodles."

Diego sneered, "Well, my Chinese is not very good, the young master laughed at me."

"There's no need to do it. The chef at home is British. I guess he can't cook as well as me."

Jiang Jingting sat at the dining table, opened the toast, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When Diego saw this, although he was distressed, he couldn't say anything, so he had no choice but to pick up the vase and leave, and just walked out and folded back two steps:

"Young master, I hung up your clothes for you just now, and I heard the phone in your pocket vibrating all the time."

Jiang Jingting nodded, then got up to get his cell phone, but it was already turned off, so he took a piece of toast and went back to the room to charge it.

After a while, the screen lit up, and various notifications appeared on the phone screen at the same time. In addition to the news from the group's senior management, there were also WeChat messages from Shen Yan, Gu Yu and others, as well as reminders of special concern on Weibo.

He cleared Gu Ao's messages blankly, and then kept scrolling down, only to find the WeChat messages of Ye Zhen's contacts among the many messages.

【Jing Ting, don't believe those photos on Weibo, I can explain it to you】

[I have nothing to do with Ruan Zhi, he found a relationship and came to the award ceremony]

【Missed call】

【Missed call】

【Are you in a meeting? 】

【Why don't you reply to the message】

【Jiang Jingting, reply to the message】

Weibo?Ruan Zhi?
Jiang Jingting frowned, and he had an inexplicable premonition that he didn't know what happened.

As far as he knows, Ruan Zhi is the president of Ruan Holdings, how could he have anything to do with Ye Zhen?

He replied [Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone with me just now]

Then click on the special concern reminder on Weibo, and Ye Zhen's latest Weibo is displayed:
【Ye Zhen V: Some marketing accounts are self-respecting. If you spread false rumors again, Ruiyao's lawyer's letter will be sent to you. 】

He continued to scroll down, and when he saw the refined pictures of the marketing account, Jun's face darkened instantly.

In the picture, the two are either holding hands and walking side by side, or sitting and chatting next to each other, as if they are old friends who have known each other for several years.

Ruan Mo looked at her with focused and ambiguous eyes, wondering if the two had an undisclosed relationship.

Jiang Jingting took a deep breath, quit Weibo, the veins on his forehead stood out, and immediately dialed Ye Zhen's voice call.

In barely two seconds, the voice call was connected.

"Hello, Jing Ting."