The queen's wife is too sultry

"That's when I was, how could you do it..."

Ye Zhen put her right hand in Jiang Jingting's pocket, interlocked his fingers, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Jiang Jingting brushed away the snow from her hair tips, helped her put her hat back on with one hand, and said slowly, "Is eighteen late? Don't forget, I've known you since you were 15 years old."

With this natural tone, Ye Zhen couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at him.

"So I only agreed to you after coming to London for three years, and you have been wronged?"

"Of course..." Jiang Jingting looked at the towering and magnificent Tower Bridge not far away, illuminating the river below, just like how the two walked along the Thames for the first time eight years ago.

He lowered his head, his dark eyes reflected her figure, and pressed a kiss on her forehead like a dragonfly on water:
"Because I fell in love with you at first sight."

Ye Zhen stepped on her feet, offered her red lips, and kissed him deeply.

The bell rang again not far away, and the tall mast-like building of the Shard was counting down with huge numbers.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

The two were lingering in love, and when zero o'clock came, the huge and gorgeous fireworks ignited the night sky again, illuminating their figures, and Christmas carols came from afar for a long time.

Ye Zhen let go of him, panting slightly, her voice hoarse: "Jing Ting, happy 29th birthday."

The man held her cheeks, looked at her beautiful face illuminated by the fireworks, and looked deeply at her: "Have you thought about the birthday present this time?"

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At the gate of Jiang Jingting's villa, two figures stood, a man and a woman.

Christmas carols and fireworks at zero o'clock did not make them warmer, but made them more desolate.

Finally, after a long silence, the woman sucked at her reddened nose, trying to drive away the chill:

"Didn't you say...he will definitely be at home alone?"

The man put his hands in his pockets, remained silent for a while, and looked suspiciously at the locked door.

"It shouldn't be, where else can Jiang Jingting go besides the group and his family?"

The woman couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled her eyes at him: "Shen Yan, I understand, you have never been reliable."

She has a pure western face, blond hair and blue eyes, but the Chinese in her mouth is extremely authentic.

Shen Yan stared, dissatisfied: "Linda, what do you mean by that? Before I came, I didn't know that he was not at home and would not answer the phone."

Linda shook her long golden hair, looked at the watch in her hand, and narrowed her eyes.

Great, they've been waiting for almost an hour.

Shen Yan cast a sideways glance at Linda, and sneered, "If you hadn't had to buy some gifts today, we wouldn't be late. That's the Fintech Forum."

Linda couldn't believe her ears, this man actually had the nerve to blame her?
Not to be outdone, she fought back, looking at him with contempt in her eyes:

"You still have the nerve to blame me? Is there any reason not to give gifts on birthdays? Your poor driving skills caused me to get stuck on Regent Street. I was supposed to speak on behalf of RC, but you messed it up."

Shen Yan said "haha" twice, as if hearing a joke, the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc:
"It's a pity that you are still the vice president of the group, and you have no sense of time, so you still blame me."

"You don't have to be stubborn here. You speak as if you are not the vice president. Instead of shirking responsibility here, you should think about how to explain it to the president."

Linda threw down these words aggressively and turned her head away, making it clear that she didn't want to continue talking to Shen Yan.

When arriving late today, Jiang Jingting's face was frighteningly dark, and he left before she could explain.

Later, Secretary Li told her secretly that the president was not in a good mood, and said that if the two of them were late, they would not be able to go to work in the future.

She was so scared that she immediately followed Shen Yan to Jiang Jingting's house as soon as the forum ended, thinking that the two of them were old friends for many years, and it should be fine to blame him for this.

Who knew that the two of them waited for an hour, and the door would not be opened, and Jiang Jingting would not answer the phone.

He could only stand outside the door stupidly and continue to wait.

"You woman, nothing else is good, but you can speak Chinese quite fluently."

Shen Yan took out her mobile phone and dialed Jiang Jingting's number again, not forgetting to sneer at Linda.

Linda twitched the corners of her mouth, and said disdainfully, "I'm also from UCL anyway, so you have to call me senior in terms of seniority."

Shen Yan finally couldn't refute, because Linda was indeed two years older than him and Jiang Jingting.

After graduation, she first went to the United States for further studies, and then entered RC through formal recruitment as a vice president. Her status in the group was comparable to that of Shen Yan.

Called out, still no one answered.

Shen Yan squinted her eyes, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in her mind: "You said... could he have gone to see Ye Zhen?"

Linda froze, the name he said was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It seems like she hasn't heard the name since graduating from UCL.

As Shen Yan mentioned it, the memory in his mind was retrieved.

It seems that in UCL, Jiang Jingting was indeed followed by a girl all the time.

A beautiful oriental girl.

The whole school knew that Jiang Jingting loved her very much.

"You mean, they made up again?"

If I remember correctly, she happened to hear the rumors of the two breaking up in the year she graduated, and she never saw other women around Jiang Jingting during the years in London.

It made her think that her boss was crooked.

Shen Yan's eyeballs rolled, and suddenly he had an idea, and smiled slyly at Linda:
"Yeah, dare you bet that they are definitely together."

Linda hesitated for a moment, and finally turned her head: "What bet?"

"One hundred pounds."

Linda touched her pocket, and there happened to be cash.

"Row."

Shen Yan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised: "You're so straightforward, aren't you afraid of losing?"

Linda raised her chin, and her blue eyes were full of confidence: "There is a saying in China that good horses never turn back. The president is a Chinese, and I believe him."

Shen Yan crazily suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, and gave her a meaningful look: "Linda, with all due respect, you may still not understand the Chinese people well enough, and you may not understand the president well enough either."

"What do you mean by that?"

During the conversation between the two, a gray Lamborghini slowly drove towards the villa and finally stopped in front of the villa.

A man they knew all too well got out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the door for the co-pilot.

Almost at the same time, Linda and Shen Yan tensed up, swallowed, and looked straight at the co-pilot in the car.

When Ye Zhen took Jiang Jingting's hand and got out of the car, Linda immediately felt an invisible hand hit her face in the air.

Pain.

She turned her head and met Shen Yan's triumphant gaze, which seemed to say "Hand over your hundred pounds".