Wealthy Families: There Is a Mysterious Wife

"Brother Rufeng, where are we going?" Shui Lingyou couldn't help asking, sitting in the co-pilot, seeing Ji Rufeng's lips curled up and driving seriously.

"You'll know in a while!" Ji Rufeng pretended to be mysterious, his eyes and face were full of doting.

"Oh..." Shui Lingyou pouted playfully, narrowed her gaze on Ji Rufeng's face, and reached out to open the glove box in front of her legs. A small but very delicate clay boy came into her eyes.

The clay boy was wearing a white shirt, dark blue jeans, with his left hand in his trouser pocket, and a faint but charming smile on his lips. He was lying quietly in the exquisite packing box, and while bending over to pick it up, he asked with a smile: " Hey, this one is so cute, it looks like you, did I buy it for you?"

"Wrong!" Ji Rufeng said solemnly, glanced at the road ahead, before Shui Lingyou had time to open his lips again, he announced solemnly again: "You pinched me!"

These words made Shui Lingyou gasp, but she liked how he looked serious just now, but his eyes were full of mischief, thinking about it, a smile full of deep love bloomed quietly: "I will Is it made of clay, why can’t I remember?”

"As long as you remember that your husband and the man you love deeply are me, Ji Rufeng, that's fine. As for the others, it doesn't matter!"

"Is it really okay?" Shui Lingyou looked sideways at Ji Rufeng's handsome and flamboyant appearance while driving, and tried hard to recall everything about him in the past few years.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Ji Rufeng delighted in her affectionate gaze, liked her playful yet peaceful gentleness, fell in love with her melodious voice like a lark singing, and was intoxicated by her flowery beauty. A smile as sweet as honey.

For him, as long as she can be by his side all the time, she can be happy and happy, those memories of the past, let nature take its course, there is no need to force it.

"However, I seem to have lost many important memories." After a pause for half a second, he raised the clay boy: "For example, him!"

"No, Yu! Important memories will never be lost, because they are not here, but here." Ji Rufeng first pointed to his head, and then pointed to his heart.

"Here?" Shui Lingyou imitated Ji Rufeng and pointed to his heart.

Ji Rufeng curled his lips into a gentle smile, and nodded slightly: "Dear Mrs. Ji, I know you must have many doubts in your heart right now. Mr. Ji who doubts you will help you find answers one by one in the days to come. My thoughts cleared up, and those important memories came back naturally.”

"En!" Shui Lingyou nodded solemnly, trying to connect all kinds of related or irrelevant, happy or sad, big or laughing events in his mind.

She was surprised to find that, as Ji Rufeng said, it wasn't that she didn't remember some important things, but that all the important things popped out of her mind like a big show.

It doesn't make sense no matter what!

Even, the more reasoning, the more chaotic!

So, she simply stopped connecting, and obediently listened to Mr. Ji's words, anyway, she would have plenty of time to deal with it in the future.

The car was speeding on the highway at extreme speed.

In the car, Shui Lingyou switched the FM radio until his eyes lit up.

Quickly took the CD bag from the storage box, and said with a smile: "I remember that I like to listen to these discs, and I still remember that these discs seemed to be bought when we were on our honeymoon!"

Ji Rufeng looked at her sideways and tenderly, only smiled without saying a word, and then concentrated on driving the car.

Shui Lingyou put the disc into the CD player, put his arm on the car window as before, rested his beautiful chin with his fingers, with an elegant smile on his lips, quietly watching the world that entered his eyes and was different from others .

At the same time, in another car speeding on the expressway, the woman watched the car driving away from the city with a puzzled face, and couldn't hold back her mouth: "Young man, where are we going?"

Ji Qingxuan was immersed in processing an urgent document, without even raising his head, he replied lightly: "You will know soon!"

The woman wanted to wait for the answer, but thinking that it would be very difficult to come to the emperor, she boldly spoke again: "Young man, my mother hasn't seen Xiao Zhao for a long time, so I can use this Is there a chance for her old man to meet her grandson?"

For a long time, except for the sound of the car engine, the only sound in the car was Ji Qingxuan flipping through documents and writing.

Just when the woman felt that she had offended someone and caused a catastrophe, Ji Qingxuan's lazy voice suddenly sounded in the oppressive and crushing atmosphere: "I'm sorry, I can't promise you! Because, little Huan is not in the country right now."

"Xiao Zhao went abroad?" The woman's surprised tone obviously contained too much distrust.

Ji Qingxuan didn't care, handed the processed documents to Qin Peng, and patiently explained: "Xiaohuan is a very competitive kid, and after less than a year in the Ji family's aristocratic school, he paid the full amount. As a result of the scholarship, he got a chance to study at Harvard Business School, and in order to avoid Kang Yao’s harassing him, he made a rule that he was not allowed to return to China without being summoned.”

"Is that true?" The woman was dubious.

Ji Qingxuan curled his lips into a smile, and said slowly, "It's no good for me to lie to you! If you don't believe me, you can ask Qin Peng!"

Qin Peng, who was signing, handsomely closed his pen, smiled slightly, and said, "Xiaohuan went abroad for further studies. This is an open secret of the entire Ji family. Don't ask me, as an employee of the group, I know."

"Xiao Zhao can have such a good sister as Lingyou, in the words of young people, at least ten years of struggle can be saved." The old lady couldn't help interjecting and joked.

"Just ten years?" Ji Qingxuan asked with a smile.

"Mom, given Xiaozhao's past environment, it's not possible to spend a few years with less struggle. Some people have been busy and struggling all their lives, and they can only live at the stage of petty bourgeoisie, white-collar, and gold-collar workers. Ours Xiao Zhao is direct..." Speaking of the latter part, the woman felt that her nephew's current life was so luxurious that too many people couldn't match it, and they daunted him.

Qin Peng accepted the words with a smile: "Auntie, you want to say that Xiaohuan directly stepped into the upper class because of his wife, right?"

The woman didn't answer the conversation, and responded with a tacit consent.

Seeing this, Qin Peng and Ji Qingxuan looked at each other, and smiled at each other without saying a word.

Besides, Kang Yao and Shui Qingmo's mother and daughter, although they were kicked out by the housekeeper, their unprecedented ease made them feel extremely good.

No, the two who were supposed to go home did not let the taxi take them home, but drove directly to the high-end private club they often go to.

"Mr. Ji, I, we are going to..."

As soon as one foot landed on the ground, the scene that came into view made Shui Lingyou's memory seem to open the valve, and the scenes that he had experienced flowed in front of his eyes.

Ji Rufeng stretched his arms around her waist, raised his eyes to look around, and said, "Mrs. Ji, do you still remember this place?"