Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Jiang Qingqiao was unwilling to give in, but she knew she couldn't stalk him now, so she dragged her suitcase and left.

As soon as she walked to the door of the villa, a black Rolls-Royce drove out of the villa parking lot and parked next to her.

Jiang Qingqiao thought Wen Ru had regretted it, and immediately curved his lips with a smile on his face.

The car window rolled down, revealing an unfamiliar face.

Jiang Qingqiao recognized Wen Ru's driver.

"Sir asked me to take you off," the driver said.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qingqiao happily sat in the Rolls-Royce, and she said that Wen Ru had not forgotten her.

At this time, the driver said, "Ms. Jiang, don't get me wrong.

It's not easy to take a taxi here at Linjiang Villa, and the location is a bit remote. I'm afraid something might happen to you, and I won't be able to tell you at that time. "

Jiang Qingqiao: "..."

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Linjiang Villa.

Cheng Wanzhong finished chewing the chicken wings and immediately started gossiping.

"Sir, do you really not love Miss Jiang?"

Wen Ruo sat across the dining table, and his dinner was cooked by Cheng Wanzhong.

Egg pancake and a bowl of porridge.

It's plainer than Chaochao's.

"You want me to turn around?" Wen Ru asked.

Cheng Wanzhong thought for a while and shook his head, "Let's forget it."

"Listen to you."

Wen Ru said, a mocking smile flashed in his eyes.

Wen Ruo will stay at Linjiang Villa tonight.

Cheng Wanzhong's room was opposite his, and he slept with her morning and night.

She left the door open, and the sounds of play came from the room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Wen Ruo returned to the bedroom from the study and passed the Wanzhong room, he saw a scene in the room out of the corner of his eye.

The big bed was littered with dolls and toys, and the carpet beside the bed was messy, with Lego and building blocks everywhere.

The pig's nest isn't that messy either.

Wen Ru went in and found two people sleeping on the sofa.

Fortunately, the sofa is quite wide, and Cheng Wanzhong is sleeping soundly with his child in his arms.

Wen Ruo pulled the quilt out from under a pile of toys on the bed and covered Cheng Wanzhong and Chaochao.

Then he went downstairs and asked Aunt Rong to come up and clean up Cheng Wanzhong's room.

Aunt Rong quickly tidied up the room and carried the older one and the younger one to the bed.

When covering them with quilts, Cheng Wanzhong suddenly opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Wen Zhu, and pursed his lips.

"Sir, when will you marry me?"

Wen Ru smiled and said, "What are you talking about in your sleep?"

"I'm not talking in my sleep." Cheng Wanzhong said, his voice still vague, and he didn't open his eyes. "Sir, when will you marry me?"

"I won't marry you."

"why?"

"I'm older than you. If I marry you, it's like an old cow eating young grass."

"I don't mind, come and eat me."

"Sleep well." Wen Ru patted her head and said, "Don't think too much."

"Yes, you want to marry me."

"Little brat, go to bed quickly." Wen Ru covered her with a quilt and turned off the lamp.

The room turned dark, and after a "click" of the door closing, Cheng Wanzhong slowly opened his eyes.

She exhaled sharply.

Pretending in front of Wen Ru was a test of courage.

Cheng Wanzhong stood up, without turning on the desk lamp, and lay on his knees with his hands wrapped around his legs.

Wen Zhu doesn't like her, but she seems to like Wen Zhu a little bit.

Old men are fine too. Old men are mature, gentle and steady.

She doesn't mind.

Really don't mind.

Cheng Wanzhong didn't know when she fell in love with Wen Zhu, but now, she couldn't let him go.

In the next few days, Wen Ruo stayed at Linjiang Villa, and Cheng Wanzhong and Chaochao played wildly for a few days.

On the day she went to work, Wen Ru sent Chaochao back to City B.

When walking toward Chaochao, I felt extremely reluctant to leave Cheng Wanzhong, and hugged her and kissed her several times.

"Wanwan, will you come and play with me?"

"Will do."

"I'll wait for you, Wanwanwan. When you come to my house, your parents will welcome you."

"Yeah, Wanwan knows, I will definitely go to your house to play in the future."

Wen Ru personally took Chaochao back to city B. Cheng Wanzhong watched them check in before leaving the airport.

……

On the first day he took office, Lao Hu wanted to draw away Cheng Wanzhong.

"My ancestors asked you to pass salt! Salt!"

Cheng Wanzhong reacted, quickly took back the candy, and handed Lao Hu the salt.

She's a little out of sorts today.

Maybe it's because Wen Ru left.

"Two hundred bucks for not paying attention." Old Hu said.

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

It's over. Small change.

For the next day, Cheng Wanzhong did not dare to distract himself anymore.

I can feel violent at any time, but working time is still the most important thing.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Cheng Wanzhong got off work.

Lao Hu packed a midnight snack for her and asked her to go back and eat it.

Cheng Wanzhong happily carried the packing box home.

Today, Wen Ru did not return to City A.

Before going to bed, Cheng Wanzhong huddled with Aunt Rong holding pillows.

The bed in the maid's room was not big, and Aunt Rong looked helplessly at the little girl in her arms.

"Miss Evening Bell, you have to go back to your room."

"No." Cheng Wanzhong said, and then asked with bright eyes, "Aunt Rong, do you know what kind of girl your husband likes? Is it me?"

The meaning in these words was so obvious that it was difficult for Aunt Rong to ignore it.

"Miss Wanzhong, do you like sir?"

Cheng Wanzhong hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"I kind of like it."

Aunt Rong smiled, "I'm afraid it's more than a little."

Cheng Wanzhong blushed and shook Aunt Rong's arm.

"Aunt Rong, tell me quickly, what kind of girl does Wen Li like?"

"Sir likes you like this." Aunt Rong replied.

Many things can only be seen by those who are watching. Wen Ru had been pure and reticent for so many years, and suddenly he brought a little girl back.

The thing itself is weird.

Cheng Wanzhong didn't believe it, "Aunt Rong, you must be perfunctory with me. He likes Jiang Qingqiao like that."

As he spoke, Cheng Wanzhong thought about the image of Jiang Qingqiao in his mind.

Big waves, high nose bridge, red lips, plump.

full?

Sorry, she's not plump.

She is a little steamed bun at best.

"Miss Jiang was not like this before." Aunt Rong said, "But Miss Wanzhong, I think your husband likes you like this now. Maybe he liked Jiang Qingqiao's type in the past, but that has passed, and people will change. "

Cheng Wanzhong is in a much better mood, and Aunt Rong is very good at comforting people.

"Aunt Rong, I want to give Wen Rui a baby. I want to be a mother. I haven't had a mother since I was a child."

Cheng Wanzhong said this while half asleep, and after saying that, he fell asleep.

Aunt Rong sighed. This little girl seemed heartless, but she was actually thin-hearted.

She could see that Miss Wan Zhong had no money. In fact, people with Wen Ruo's status would not like such a simple girl.

But Miss Wanzhong is a very good little girl, and Aunt Rong really doesn't want to let her feel sad.

But after all, she was just a nanny and could not influence Wen Ru's decision.

……

"Evening bell, Xiao Chen has asked for leave, you go and help."

The supervisor told Cheng Wanzhong that Xiao Chen was the waiter who delivered the food.

"Oh well."