Remarried honey love, let's not make trouble, Uncle President

153: Where to eat and where to make money, staying alone in such a big house, it is impossible for Anhao to stay in the house honestly.

Now she was standing at the door of the house at the end of the corridor, her finger on the doorknob.

I want to go in and see what secrets are locked inside.

Her heart was beating a little fast, she was not a professional agent after all, she must be afraid to do such a thing.

The hand turned on the handle, but the door was not locked.

Pushing it open, the fine cherry wood door didn't make a sound, and a warm and dirty air flow came oncoming, which was due to the long-term lack of ventilation.

In broad daylight, the curtains were drawn in the room, and the room was pitch-black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Anhao fumbled for the switch and turned on the light.

The bright light hurt her eyes, and she closed them subconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes naturally fell on the opposite wall.

She covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out.

It turned out that the hastily photographed wedding photos were still there. She thought Jing Zimo's bt club was burned, leaving no trace of her, so that she could uproot her image from Jing Boyan's mind.

In fact, Jing Zimo also wanted to do this at the beginning, but his meticulous thinking forced him to calculate the overall situation. Jing Boyan would not live in a vacuum. Even if people like Zheng Haonan and Zuo Ranchen were eliminated from his life, as the Anyone can tell a little about his deeds, and as long as he checks on the computer, he can see what Gu Yunchu looks like. If he completely denies Gu Yunchu, he will undoubtedly shoot himself in the foot.

After much consideration, he decided to fabricate a life for Jing Boyan, with 6 points true and 4 points false, and instilled all these in his mind when he was just awake. According to the characteristics of human brain thinking, he must have accepted these as No matter what others say in the future, it is hard for him to believe his memory.

Jing Zimo, the bt, thought he had created a brand new second brother.

He keeps all these photos, he wants to give Jing Boyan the illusion that he respects him, and he also knows that it is difficult for Jing Boyan to have any emotional changes in front of these photos, they are just photos.

But he didn't expect that one day Gu Yunchu would come back and see these photos with his own eyes.

With a white wedding dress and affectionate embrace and gaze, Gu Yunchu must have thought that she would be the happiest bride in the world at that time.

It was the devil Jing Zimo who ruined her and the peaceful lives of many people.

The phone was ringing, she was startled at first, but after a while she realized it was hers, she glanced at the number and quickly picked it up.

The person on the phone lowered his voice: "Miss San, Jing Zimo has entered the villa, you have to be careful."

An Hao hung up the phone, turned off the light and exited immediately. Before she could remove her hand from the doorknob, a black shadow approached behind her, and then a cold voice sounded, "What are you doing?"

Anhao's shoulders stiffened, her whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water, and the chill rose from the soles of her feet.

The fingers pinching the doorknob were cold and sweating. She subconsciously curled up and pressed her tongue against her gums to calm her breathing.

Psychologists like Jing Zimo can judge emotional ups and downs by the breathing rate of a person. Facing him, she couldn't even relax a hair.

Turning around slowly, amber pupils met Jing Zimo's.

There is no light in the corridor, just like on that rainy night four years ago, Jing Zimo stood in the darkness, except for the white light flashing through the glasses, which almost merged with the darkness.

What gentle and bright, probably everyone was deceived by his gorgeous acting skills, in fact, gloomy and vicious is his true face.

The smile on her face was bright and gorgeous, like a fully bloomed poppy, An Hao said in a slow and light tone: "Open the door, do you need an explanation for such an obvious action?"

Jingzi Mo Jian frowned, his eyes behind the lens were as cold as a knife, "I know you are opening the door, I ask you what do you want to see when you open the door?"

Anhao curled her hair with slender fingers, bit her lower lip slightly and said, "Just take a look, Mrs. Li told me that this room is not allowed to enter, I am curious, and want to see if there is a roomful of gold in it."

The way she bit her lip was charming and innocent, she looked like the kind of girl with big breasts, brainless and willful.

To deal with people like Jing Zimo, no matter how many tricks you have, it is better to admit it directly, the more honest you are, the more tricks you have.

Jing Zimo's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand to push her aside. Just as he was about to lock the door with a key, he suddenly glanced at her and changed his mind.

The thin, well-shaped lips twitched, and his long eyelashes drooped to touch the lens, "You want to see it? Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?"

"Have you seen that all the cats in this world are killed by curiosity?" An Hao tilted her head, with the expression of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, or, in Jing Zimo's eyes, a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

With a cold snort, Jing Zimo pushed open the door of the room, "Just take a look and satisfy your curiosity."

Anhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, obviously she had passed a test, and the rest could only see the tricks.

When the lights were bright, she covered her eyes with her hand, and when she saw the huge photo on the wall, she showed a bit of disdain, "That's Mayfair's mother, she looks average."

The light was very bright, and Jing Zimo didn't let go of the slightest change on her face. The peach blossom eyes behind the lens were incomparably beautiful, but concealed a radiance that was more bloodthirsty than the devil.

"Don't you think she looks a lot like you?"

An Hao narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at it nonchalantly, and finally said proudly: "She is as beautiful as me? Come on, don't compare me with that little white lotus. This kind of silly girl can't survive two episodes in TV dramas."

"But my second brother likes her very much."

Biting her red lips lightly, Anhao seemed to be lost in thought, "He likes this kind of little white lotus? Maybe I can also straighten my hair, and then dress better..."

After a sharp pain, Jing Zimo had already pinched her chin.

"This is the purpose of your deliberate approach to him? Want to go to his bed?"

Anhao held back his tears and broke away his hands, then wrapped them around his neck, "Vice President Jing, I'm actually interested in your bed as well."

Jing Zimo looked at her steadfastly, the depths of his peach blossom eyes swirled, as if they were about to rush into her eye sockets.

An Hao's pupils are amber, and now they are soaked in tears, barking and flowing, more like liquid crystals.

"Follow me." He went out first, his thin back like a knife out of its sheath.

An took a look at the photo and followed him downstairs.

In the living room, he poured himself a glass of wine, and sat on the sofa with his left leg crossed over to his right. He turned the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were dyed the color of red wine, and he was too creepy to look at him.

An Hao sat down across from him, imitating his example with one leg crossed over the other, with her long curly hair looking at him with interest.

"Say what you have to say as soon as possible. It's not good for us to stay together alone."

Jing Zimo opened his briefcase, took out a check and signed his name, "You fill in the amount yourself, and leave here immediately after filling it out."

Picking up the check that was thrown over her and flicking it with her fingers, An was funny, naturally calm and arrogant, "Bring me? What a big deal."

"Hello Rong An, you first approached Jing Ziyan on the plane, and then approached my second brother. What is the purpose? You took 1 yuan from my second brother for a few days, and after paying the hotel bill, there is not much left. , Isn't money what you need most now?" His thin lips curled up, and he gracefully let go of his arms and put them on the armrest of the sofa, quietly waiting for An's answer.

"That's right, but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. If I don't go, I won't go. What can you do to me?"

Maybe the other party was so weak that Jing Zimo didn't even bother to hide his true face. Facing the woman's provocation, he sneered, his eyes were cold and dark, as if a blizzard was brewing inside.

He leaned over, grabbed An Hao's neck, approached, his cold lips almost touched her earlobe, and his cold voice seemed to be pierced into her ears with sharp ice edges, "Believe it or not, I let you in this The world disappears, huh?"

I don't know if it's because of fear or anger, Anhao gasped for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Fortunately, you're not a woman, otherwise I thought you were Jing Boyan's wife."

The hand holding her neck tightened, Jing Zimo's eyes were full of murderous intent, "Hello Rong An, are you challenging my patience?"

"No, I'm challenging you." After speaking, Anhao suddenly picked up the cup on his table and threw it on Mo Shijing's coffee table.

The wine glass shattered, scarlet wine splashed onto his white shirt and An Hao's light gray home clothes, An Hao sneered, and directly pressed his hand on the broken glass.

This time it's not just wine that's red!

An Hao looked at Jing Zimo, but the pools of her eyes shrank, and she continued to crush until her palms were bloody.

Jing Zimo even felt pain, the woman in front of her was so cruel to herself.

She was tearing up in pain, but she still smiled like a flower, "I'm nothing to him, but I still want to bet that he will accept you interfering too much in his life."

Stretching out his long arms, Jing Zimo wrapped his arms around her wrists, staring at her with dark eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her up, "Who the hell are you?"

Anhao closed her eyes in pain, gritted her teeth and did not speak.

The door was slammed shut, Jing Boyan was shocked by the scene in front of him, he pushed Jing Zimo away, grabbed the tissue on the table and pressed Anhao's wound.

Turning around, he glared at Jing Zimo, "Zimo, what's going on?"

Jing Zimo sneered, "Second brother, this woman can't be kept, her origin is unknown, in order to stay by your side, she did not hesitate to kill herself, there must be a conspiracy."

An Hao's lips turned white from the pain, and she said tremblingly, "Vice President Jing, why do you bother to turn right and wrong? I just said that you are not President Jing's wife and you can't take care of me and him. You treat a woman like this, what kind of man are you.

Jing Zimo almost made her laugh angrily. This woman thought she was acting in The Legend of Zhen Huan. What kind of tricks are these tricks playing against a big man like him.

Said to Jing Boyan in a very casual tone: "Second brother, you have seen the true face of this woman, let her go out quickly."

Jing Boyan looked at Jing Zimo coldly, "Zimo, come with me to the study."

Jing Zimo gave An Hao a disdainful look, with the attitude of a winner.

For a woman he has known for less than three days, he has such confidence that Jing Boyan will not make trouble with him because of such an insignificant person.

An Hao keeps her eyes lowered, she can feel Jing Zimo's vicious gaze, just now she took a risky move, and even now she is not sure that she can stay by Jing Boyan's side, but she still decides to take a gamble, It might be a woman's intuition, she felt that it was not so easy for her to disappear from Jing Boyan's life.

In the study, Jing Boyan pointed to a chair for Jing Zimo to sit on.

The chair opposite Jing Boyan's desk is Jing Zimo's usual place. The two of them often discuss company issues face to face. During the construction of Jingyun Building, they stayed up late every night. Jing Zimo I have a lot of affection for this chair.

After sitting down, Jing Boyan unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone and a piece of chest muscle. Jing Zimo's gaze was fixed on it, his Adam's apple was sliding up and down, and he unconsciously stroked the mahogany handle of the chair.

He has been doing this all the time, and the handles of the chairs have been polished by him for a long time. Every time Jing Boyan sees him like this, he feels a little uncomfortable, but he doesn't go into it.

"Second brother, what are you doing home at this hour?"

Jing Boyan said with a half-smile: "I was going to ask you this, what are you doing at this time?"

Jing Zimo made no secrets: "I'm here to drive that woman away, second brother, she's not an easy-going lamp, I didn't even want a check for her just now, and even said that she would bet on me..."

"Zimo" interrupted him with a deep voice, "This is my business, I think I have the ability to handle it, maybe Fei'er and I have been relying on you all these years to make you take everything about me as a responsibility and obligation, thank you .”

This is euphemistic, but the deep meaning is not so nice. Are you, Jing Zimo, too lenient, and I need to report to you even if I cheat on a woman?

Jing Zimo's heart felt bitter for a while, he could hardly bear it anymore, he might as well take this opportunity to say everything once in a while.

But seeing Jing Boyan's candid eyes, he immediately lost his courage.

Clearing his tight throat, Jing Zimo said, "Second brother, you should understand what I mean. I'm afraid some bad people will take advantage of your amnesia to do something to you."

"Zimo, am I losing my memory or becoming an idiot? Besides, what can I do for her, money? Should we care about this? A man's money is for women to spend."

Jing Zimo is a smart person, he knows that it's pointless to fight any longer, Jing Boyan's meaning is very obvious, he is protecting that woman and not letting himself meddle in her own business.

Standing up, he brushed his fingers across the armrest of the chair, and he smiled a little reluctantly, "Second brother, well, I won't care about this from now on, but you still have to pay attention to her."

Jing Boyan nodded, "I see, Zimo..."

"Second brother, tell me."

"Fairy's grown up, and needs a woman to guide her around. No matter what, we two men can't be as careful as a woman, so I hope you can help me ensure her safety, so that things like today won't happen again."

Jing Zimo smiled, "Second brother, don't worry, if there is nothing else, I will go to the company first. I just came back, and I still have a lot of things to do."

"Well, don't work too hard, your body is important."

Jing Zimo didn't know the truth of what he said. After coming in for a year, he found that Jing Boyan was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. He was a little hesitant, whether he really wanted to do that...

When Jing Zimo left, he went to the living room to look around, but he didn't see An Hao, so he picked up his briefcase and left with a sullen face.

Afterwards, Jing Boyan also took a look, but if he didn't find anyone, he went to the upstairs bedroom to look for it.

The door was ajar, and An Hao's figure could be vaguely seen from inside.Jing Boyan still knocked on the door and said to the inside: "I'm coming in."

"Come in." An Hao's voice was lazy and lacked strength.

After Jing Boyan went in, she found that she was sitting on the bed bandaging her own wound. It was her right hand that was injured, and her left hand couldn't do anything flexibly. She had tied a piece of gauze for a long time and couldn't tie it properly.

Disgusted, Jing Boyan removed the gauze she had wrapped, and then took a clean one again, just as he was about to bandage her, he found glass shards in his palm.

"Do you have tweezers?"

"Here." Anhao actually found the medicine box at home, and handed him the tweezers casually.

"It's going to hurt, bear with it." After speaking, Jing Boyan put An's hands on his thighs, pressing down on them to use the tweezers.

Anhao flinched, "Take it easy."

The corner of Jing Boyan's mouth twitched, and he mocked with a smile, "Do you know it hurts now? You were able to do it just now."

Anhao clutched his hands to keep him from moving, "You really trust him that much?"

"He is my relative, who do you say I don't believe him? Could it be you?"

Anhao held her hands and stood up, "If you don't believe me, don't bandage me up, Mr. Jing, please go ahead, I'm tired."

Jing Boyan sneered coldly, "Are you trying to lose your temper with me?"

Anhao shook her head: "How dare I, I'm afraid that if I can't control my mouth, you will think that I am sowing feelings between your brothers. The crime is so serious that I can't bear it."

Jing Boyan played with the tweezers in his hand, and said with a half-smile: "Well, don't be so ruthless next time you pierce it. What if your hand is useless?"

An Hao snorted coldly, "You should tell Jing Zimo this, and tell him to be careful when he hurts others."

Pa, Jing Boyan put the tweezers heavily on the table, he stood up and walked to An Hao's side.

He squinted his eyes and looked at her dangerously. Suddenly, he raised her delicate chin, his eyes were cold, "Well, I have surveillance cameras installed in many places in my house, especially in the living room."

The window is open in the bedroom, and the summer wind blows the curtains. From time to time, soft cloth falls on An Hao's face and body. She thinks quickly. If you can't talk to Jing Boyan, after all, what you think is just an idea.

"Be careful in the future, don't be stupid. Come here, I'll bandage you."

Almost half-embraced by him and pulled to the bed, An Hao looked at his sharp-edged face without saying a word, feeling a little elated in her heart, was her guess correct?

She guessed right, Jing Boyan definitely did it on purpose.

He felt more and more uncomfortable with Jing Zimo's way of interfering in his life. Anhao could be said to be an opportunity for him to use her to give him a warning.

"Ah, it hurts so much." Anhao yelled, soft and sticky, most of the bones of the man's body were crushed.

Jing Boyan naturally relaxed his movements, he raised his thick eyebrows and scolded her, "You know that the pain is so deep, you think Zimo is as stupid as you."

An Hao looked at his light-colored thin lips, and wondered whether to find an excuse to tell Jing Zimo that he coveted him.

"You don't mess with Zimo in the future, do you hear me?" Wrapped the gauze and tied a beautiful bow for her.

Anhao decided not to tell, even if he told him, he might not believe it. What he has to do now is to expose Jing Zimo's true colors as soon as possible.

"Understood. Acridine, your craftsmanship is not bad. How many levels did you pass for your nursing certificate?"

Jing Boyan stared at his hands and said in a muffled voice: "I know a lot more, such as cooking, tonight I will make a stewed pig's trotter for you to make up for."

Anhao pouted angrily, "Why pig's feet?"

"Don't make trouble, make up for what you eat."

After she's settled down, she looked at Jing Boyan's lower body with her chin in her hands and laughed, "Where you eat, you can make up for it, so why don't you go get some bullwhips and donkey whips and sheep's kidneys to eat?"

Jing Boyan raised his hand, "I'll f*ck you!"

An Hao was a blessing in disguise, Jing Boyan personally cooks for her.

At first, Jing Boyan drove her to rest in the room, but Anhao begged her to stay and help him.

What can I do if I hurt my hand, just get him a plate and give him a condiment later.

Not idle, An Hao chatted with him, "It seems that your cooking skills are good, do you often cook for your wife?"

Jing Boyan threw the pea sprouts into the pot, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe."

Anhao sighed, "How is it possible, you are the big president, and you have a lot of things to do every day. You will definitely not cook for your wife all day. Maybe your wife will cook for you all day. But you are not blessed. You are so young. , I went to see her photo today, Jing Zimo also said that she looks like me, take a look, do we look like each other?"

An Hao moved her head closer, raised her palm-sized face, and looked purely at Jing Boyan.

During this time period, there is sunlight in the kitchen.

His mind fluctuated, for some reason, a woman's face appeared in his mind, also in the picture of the kitchen as the background, that face could not be seen clearly because of the light, but the smile on her face could penetrate everything , imprinted in his heart.

It seems that something is getting clearer and clearer, Jing Boyan frowned, linking up the memory bit by bit.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, interrupting all this.

Jing Boyan picked it up, went outside the kitchen to answer the phone, An Hao heard him say clearly: "What, who are you saying is going to die?"