Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

Because the days are too leisurely these days, Jiang Zitong didn't set the wake-up alarm, and slept until the sun was high every day, waking up naturally.

The result can be imagined, when she slept until nine or ten o'clock, she was surprised to find that she was going to the company today and had an audition.

Although it was a bit late, Jiang Zitong didn't intend to ask for leave, so she ate some breakfast casually, packed herself neatly, and went out with her bag.

Because Jiang Zitong's movements were too nimble, Housekeeper Ling failed to tell her that Shan Yuting had returned.

However, there is an old saying that goes like this: If you are destined to meet thousands of miles away, if you are not destined to meet across the road, you will never meet.

Jiang Zitong took the elevator downstairs, and as soon as he walked out, he happened to meet a group of people in twos and threes.

She took a closer look and found that the leaders were Shan Yuting and his assistant Zheng Qiwei. As for the few behind them... Maybe they were bodyguards?

Although the group of people were all dressed in black suits, Jiang Zitong found that Shan Yuting was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, making it hard to ignore.

Jiang Zitong thought about it, and it probably has something to do with Shan Yuting's good looks and tall stature.

Sure enough, the aphrodisiac walking on the prairie is the most appropriate and appropriate description of Shan Yuting.

The moment Jiang Zitong suddenly came back to his senses, Shan Yuting and his party had already entered the elevator, and the door of the elevator was slowly closing.

After a pause, Jiang Zitong hurriedly chased after him, and hurriedly pressed the down button: "Wait for me, wait for me, I'm going downstairs too."

She originally planned to take a taxi at the entrance of the lobby of Dunhuang Hotel, but when she saw Shan Yuting get into the elevator going down, she took a chance and guessed that he was going out too.

It's a fool not to have a car!

But, when did this person come back?last night?Or this morning?Or, just arrived now?

"Are you going out?"

Shan Yuting had been looking down at the documents in his hand before, so he didn't notice Jiang Zitong, until her voice sounded outside the elevator door, and he found her through the crack of the elevator door.

Afraid that Jiang Zitong would be squeezed by the elevator door, Shan Yuting immediately opened the door from the inside.

"I'm going to the company! Take me with you!"

"Shall I find someone to take you off?"

"No, no, just drive me to the nearby station. Driving an extra car is wasteful and not environmentally friendly."

"..."

How can this little girl be sure that his car will pass by the bus stop!

When Shan Yuting came back last night, he saw Jiang Zitong in the master bedroom sleeping very soundly, afraid of waking her up, he went to the guest room to sleep.

Not seeing each other for a few days, Shan Yuting really missed Jiang Zitong.

Therefore, his eyes stayed on Jiang Zitong's serious face for a long time, and he seemed to think about it for a while and said, "Mrs. Shan, what you said makes sense. However, you are talking about environmental protection, but your body is blocking the elevator door." It doesn’t seem like it’s environmentally friendly.”

Jiang Zitong's face turned red, and he stepped back into the elevator with a big stride.

The elevator went all the way down to the parking lot. When the driver drove the car to the elevator door and stopped, Jiang Zitong's eyes widened, and two words were written on his face: Surprised!

The car in front of him was not the red sports car that Shan Yuting had before, but a six-door sedan that was twice the size of the sports car.

After getting in the car, the high-quality leather chairs inside exude the fragrance of real leather; the car floor is covered with wool pads with hairs about one inch long; there is even a small mini bar.

"Your shoes..."

Shan Yuting frowned, watching Jiang Zitong leave gray-black footprints on the white wool pad after getting into the car, feeling an indescribable disgust.