My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Bai Zhi heard the words and subconsciously retorted: "No, I like you!"

Jiang Zhaohe chewed the pulp and blinked at him.

Bai Zhi realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly explained: "No! I mean I am your fan! Only fan! Hard fan!"

The more Jiang Zhaohe explained, the less he understood.

He put the gnawed apple on the coffee table and took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands.

"You are my fan, what does it have to do with you admitting that Wen Biehe likes you?"

Bai Zhi put down her hands, and put her hands on her knees neatly, like a primary school student doing a self-criticism.

"You don't know, our only fan has an 'Anti-Wen Zong' association, which is full of fans who oppose your two CPs. We think that Wen Zong is notoriously bad-tempered, and he must not treat you well at ordinary times. , I just hope that you can turn around and find someone who is sincerely good to you."

His tone was so sincere that he almost shouted: Boy, it doesn't matter if you have money to find your husband, the most important thing is being good to you.

Their federation was also worried about Jiang Zhaohe, and even sent Bai Zhi to break into the enemy's interior to obtain first-hand information.

Really, this set of operations is really a show.

After hearing what he said, Jiang Zhaohe sighed, and reached out to pull out the fruit knife stuck on the coffee table.

Seeing that he was holding a knife in his hand, Bai Zhi was terrified.

"Jiangjiang, calm down, we now know that Mr. Wen is sincere to you, really!"

Jiang Zhaohe inserted the fruit knife into the scabbard and put it back into the fruit bowl.

"Go back and disband your alliance. To put it bluntly, I don't want fame or fans. The only thing I want in the world is a Wen Biehe."

When he first entered the entertainment industry, he just wanted to support himself. Even though his fame has grown over the past few years, his purpose has not changed. He never wanted much, and now he just added Wen Biehe.

What he said was heartless, and Bai Zhi felt a little sad after hearing it.

But I am in the wrong, and have no position to refute.

"Okay, go out. I won't tell Mr. Wen about this, but I hope you can resign yourself."

Bai Zhi got up, nodded to him, and walked out in a daze.

Before Wen Biehe came back, Jiang Zhaohe booked a taxi on his mobile phone and went back to the old house first.

On the way, he logged in to the Weibo account he finally got back, edited a message and sent it out.

'I am very grateful to the fans for loving me, but no matter who it is, they can't hurt the people I love in the name of liking me.I am 26 years old this year, and the number of times I have been favored by God can be counted on the fingers. It is not easy to meet Mr. Wen.If you really like me, please leave President Wen to me. I really want to grow old with him forever. '

Just after the Weibo was updated, Jiang Zhaohe lost followers once again.

At this time, the other protagonist of the incident was sitting opposite a man in his 50s in a fly shop by the side of the road.

"My unfilial son doesn't even recognize his own father! Mr. Wen, you feel sorry for me because I am your father-in-law anyway. You all have great achievements, and you can leak a little bit through your fingers... ·”

Wen Biehe rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand to stop what he was going to say next.

Seeing his impatient expression, Jiang Li quickly silenced himself.

"I can give you the house you live in now, and I will give you another 50 in one go, but according to what Ah He said, get out of here and don't contact him again."

Wen Biehe asked him out today because he found out that the phone call that made Jiang Zhaohe lock himself in the bedroom for a long time was from his father who had just been released from prison.

For this man, Wen Biehe has no likes or dislikes.

Jiang Zhaohe was unwilling to give him a penny, but Wen Biehe had to consider that his wife was a public figure, and once Jiang Li, who was his father, started to make trouble, it was inevitable that some foul language would reach his ears.

With this kind of person, why should Ah He be sad if he can spend money on it?

Wen Biehe had been married for four years, and this time, it was the first time he meddled in Jiang Zhaohe's private affairs.

Jiang Li took the check and left happily. Wen Biehe came out of the small restaurant, returned to the car waiting on the street, and threw the coat that he had just sat under in the restaurant on the backseat floor in disgust.

"Mr. Wen, are you going back to the company?"

The driver held the direction and turned back and asked.

Wen Biehe raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, it was 06:30, it was time to get off work.

What company are you going back to?My wife is about to disappear, so who will I spend my money on desperately?

"Drive, go back to the old house."