Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

"You don't have to give it up! Ask your husband to go out, one is worth three, it's safe."

Jiang Zitong half propped up his body, looked at Luo Mingqiu, and said with a reasonable look: "According to what you said, you can also find your husband! It's time to fight for your husband! Hahaha!"

Luo Mingqiu jokingly replied: "My husband? Jing Moqing can't do it, where is his identity, and how many eyes are watching behind him! It's not like your husband, the Shan family is such a big tree."

"Why, you're jealous!" Jiang Zitong sighed, "It's too late, the man has his name!"

"show off!"

……

After returning home, Jiang Zitong scrolled through Weibo boredly. The red dots of her new news on Weibo are 999+ wonderful. You don't need to click to read it. The number will only increase.

Jiang Zitong was scrolling the page while nibbling melon seeds, as if it was a hot topic on the Internet that had nothing to do with her.When Shan Yuting returned to the Dunhuang Hotel, he saw his wife smiling silly.

Knowing that she had a falling out with the company, she should not be in a good mood at the moment; if she didn't know, she thought it was something good that happened to her, and she was in a very beautiful mood.

Shan Yuting tiptoed behind Jiang Zitong, glanced casually at Jiang Zitong's phone screen, of course his face was not very good.

The man stood for a while, but Jiang Zitong still didn't notice him, so he couldn't help coughing twice: "Cough cough."

Jiang Zitong was watching the quarrel in the comment area, and was taken aback by the sudden voice, and the melon seed shell that he didn't have time to spit out of his mouth was directly sprayed on Shan Yuting's suit without any mistakes.

"Mrs. Shan, although we haven't seen each other for a while, there's no need to welcome me like this, right?"

Shan Yuting spread his hands on both sides of his body, and his face instantly changed from displeasure to disgust.

In a while, he will go out to meet his partner, and now he has to change a new set of clothes, originally thinking about washing a suit less.

"Hey, are you a ghost?" Jiang Zitong comforted his little heart and complained, "Are you willing to come back? Do you still remember me as a wife?"

Seeing Jiang Zitong's little resentful woman's face, Shan Yuting was in a good mood, and rubbed her head: "I'm going to finish my work soon, and you'll just finish filming by then, I'll take you out to play!"

Saying that, Shan Yuting raised his chin and said to the hot discussion on the Internet: "Do you need to help me deal with it?"

Jiang Zitong shook his head and waved his hand: "No, it's a small matter. Mr. Shan hasten to take care of the big things. I'm still waiting for you to earn money to support the family!"

Smiling, Shan Yuting went to the cloakroom to change clothes, ready to go out, while Jiang Zitong continued to watch movies and eat melons.

Before Shan Yuting left, he asked Uncle Ling to cook something delicious for Jiang Zitong, but Jiang Zitong couldn't control it for a while, and after eating and drinking, he was full.

Overeating meant that Jiang Zitong had to exercise too much, so it was conceivable that she had to go to bed late.

Therefore, Jiang Zitong fell asleep on the bed at 03:30 in the morning, before scolding Shan Yuting on WeChat.

When she woke up near noon the next day, Jiang Zitong realized that she had missed more than a dozen calls, which were from Luo Mingqiu and Situ Zhilan.

Squeezing on toothpaste, Jiang Zitong called Luo Mingqiu.

"You just got up?"

"Well, I ate too much yesterday and exercised too late."

"Come to me quickly, something happened."

"Ok?"

"Someone broke the news on the Internet, saying that you have a criminal record and that there are people behind you, so you didn't go to jail."

Jiang Zitong stopped the movements in his hands, frowned, and quickly turned on his phone.

Without any surprises, after a few days of slander and the big revelations now, the melon-eating audience scolded Jiang Zitong badly.

In particular, there is someone behind her, so she doesn't have to go to jail, which makes people doubt whether she is really being taken care of or has a big financial backer.

Although there were a lot of gossip before, there was no real hammer, it was nothing more than a random guess.

This time, the feeling is different, there is a hammer at any time, the kind that asks for a hammer.

"Do you know how much content the whistleblower has?"

"The other party is not the media we have made good friends with. The tone is relatively tight. I have checked the tone. It is expected, but it is not a death hammer. The money is in place. The problem should not be difficult to solve. We will meet and talk about it."

"Okay, give me an hour and I'll be there."