When Wen Ning reacted, Jiang Shu had already walked away.
She went to the bed and picked up the card, looked at it curiously, and put it in the diary properly.
Then he packed the only two or three pieces of clothes and moved them up to the second floor obediently.
The Yuganwan villa is big, Wen Ning has only been on the first floor before, this is the first time to go upstairs.
The layout of the second floor is very different from the first floor. The living room and the living room are interspersed everywhere, and even the road is empty. At the beginning of the design of the master bedroom, privacy was considered, and the location was even more difficult to find. Wen Ning made a big circle. Just by mistake, he walked to the door.
The door was closed, she didn't dare to go in at the station door, she just raised her hand and buttoned it lightly.
After a while, the door was opened from the inside, the man was holding the door handle, wrapped in a white bath towel, his upper body was naked, his hair was slightly damp, and occasionally water droplets slipped from the black hair, flowing through the well-trained body. The chest, across the waist and abdomen, finally disappeared into the invisible place, it seemed that he had just taken a shower.
Wen Ning's face flushed red.
She was carrying luggage the size of a schoolbag, her hands clenched the straps on both sides because of tension, her head was so low that she could not see her face, and she stood cramped in front of the door, as if she had been thrown out by someone and was homeless. shelter.
Jiang Shu hooked his lips unconsciously, looking a little ruffian: "Come in."
Wen Ning obediently followed into the room, still embarrassed to look up.
Jiang Shu deliberately played a hooligan: "How can you be so ashamed, last night you didn't open your eyes except crying and crying?"
She didn't dare to think back to last night. She blushed hot, put away her luggage, and ran downstairs for her life.
The man chuckled, his expression different from the indifference he had in the company this morning.
Walking into the cloakroom, his eyes happened to swipe to the farthest corner of the suit closet, where three or two girls' clothes were hung alone in the farthest corner.
Clothes are warm.
Clean but old and cheap, it looked like it had been worn for many years, pitiful against the rows of expensive haute couture beside him.
Jiang Shu retracted his eyes, and casually took a pure black T-shirt and put it on his body. Compared with the seriousness when wearing a suit, the loose home clothes were more lazy, and there was a slight ruffian in his casualness.
In the evening, Xu's mother cooked a table of hearty dishes, Jiang Shu came a step late, and Wen Ning sat upright and waited for him like a primary school student. The whole person was a little reserved. After all, this was the first time the two of them faced each other alone. Eat at a table.
Jiang Shu is not elegant when he eats. Although his family is terrifying, he has many habits that are not like the rich second-generation sons. The so-called various etiquette.
Wen Ning occasionally looked up at him secretly, and felt that he was eating the same way as before, which made people look inexplicably satisfied.
Jiang Shu cut a piece of lamb chops, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see this little boy staring at him blankly. What? I have something to eat?"
Wen Ning recovered, and immediately buried her head in a mouthful of vegetables.
Jiang Shu teased her reluctantly, and lowered his voice: "If I want to eat something else, I'll give it to you tonight."
The little girl blushed and coughed for a long time.
During the meeting, Jiang Shu took a phone call and communicated in English throughout.
The other party is a public welfare enthusiast. After a while, he will come to China and plan to hold a charity auction event. The invitations are all celebrities from the cold city business circles. I hope Jiang Shu can also bring the newlywed family members to sell face.
Jiang Shu agreed with a light expression, raised his eyes to look at Wen Ning, and saw this little boy looking at himself with that adoring look, he was inexplicably happy: "Do you understand?"
Wen Ning shook his head a little embarrassedly.
Jiang Shu finished his meal, and didn't leave without explaining. He just sat lazily in the chair with his long legs spread apart, his posture was quite casual, remembering the situation in the cloakroom when he just went downstairs, and asked casually, "You How many years have you been wearing those two clothes?"
She really did the math: "My sister gave it to me after she was in the second year of junior high."
She hasn't worn a new one since she's grown so much, she's been wearing it for years.
Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows, co-authoring or picking up what others wore.
"Go and buy some clothes when you have time, and you will attend with me on some occasions in the future."
He chuckled and said, "Others thought I couldn't support you when they saw it."
Wen Ning pursed her lips and nodded hurriedly, with an embarrassed expression on her face, she embarrassed him...
**
After eating, Jiang Shu returned to the study by himself without waiting for Wen Ning.
On the surface, he is arrogant and unscrupulous, but he has always been meticulous in his work. Failure to succeed is accidental, ability is his talent, and diligence is carved into his blood.
In recent years, Mr. Jiang's health has not been as good as before. Jiang Shu's father does not have much real power in his hands, and there are many bad seeds buried under Jiang's roots.
It wasn't difficult for him, it just took some time.
Wen Ning saw that Jiang Shu had finished eating, and his mind was no longer at the dinner table. His eyes chased him away all the way, and his chopsticks didn't move.
At the side, Mother Xu laughed and felt distressed: "I'm too thin to eat too much. My granddaughter is only in junior high school, so her arms should be as thick as your legs."
Wen Ning rolled her eyes and smiled, and obediently ate a few more bites of rice.
Xu Ma was pleased: "Hey, that's right, take care of your body, and give birth to a chubby little cub for your husband in the future. While Xu Ma is young, I can help you to go to school."
"Mother Xu..." She blushed suddenly, but the corners of her lips couldn't hide her smile. They had just gotten married, and she never thought of this.
"You and Mr. are both good-looking. No matter who this child is born, it must be a handsome little beauty."
She was embarrassed by what was said, buried her head and ate a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, but her thoughts kept drifting to the matter.
After dinner, Wen Ning stayed in the restaurant and didn't dare to go upstairs. Mother Xu knew her fear and said quickly, "If your wife is free, you can go to accompany your husband. The two of you spend less time together and cultivate more feelings."
Wen Ning has no experience in this area, and Jiang Shu is not a man who is easy to get along with, so she has never had the courage to take the initiative.
"Sir should be working in the study at the moment. You can bring some fruit to eat with him, and let him pay more attention to rest."
The little girl's brows were dyed with a touch of joy, and she happily went to cut the fruit.
**
In the study, Jiang Shu frowned, the smoke in his hand was emitting a faint spark, and the ashes were scattered all over the place.
A few minutes ago, the phone call from his father Jiang Jianchuan was immediately scolded.
He scolded him for not knowing how to help his brother, turning his elbows out, wanting to fly when his wings were hard, and being arrogant and arrogant.
Jiang Shu's expression was indifferent, with a sneer on the corners of his lips. If he had to turn his elbows out, who could have the ability of his biological father? From childhood to adulthood, he always favored Chen Li. It seemed that Chen Li had the same blood as him. .
When the cigarette burned to the end, it burned into his fingers. Jiang Shu didn't lift his eyelids, and directly smothered the cigarette butt.
He got up and went up to the third floor, into the room that was locked all the year round.
The furnishings in the room are warm and dreamy, and at a glance, you can tell that they have been carefully decorated.
Jiang Shu was upset and walked to the bedside, picked up the photo frame placed on the bedside table, stared at the photo in a trance, and his expression was a little more gentle.
The photo looks a little old. The teenager in it is smiling and smiling, a little ruffian, carrying a childish little girl. The little girl smiles and her eyebrows are curved, but her cheeks are bulging and a little swollen, and there is a faint blue .
Jiang Shu curled his lips and smiled softly. He remembered that the little boy lost two teeth at that time, and his speech was still leaking. He covered his mouth with a smile so that he would not laugh at him.
He was still young that year. On the day he left, the little girl didn't come to see him. When he was taken abroad by his mother, he was unable to find her and take her with him. Later, he searched for her in China for many years, but there was no news.
I don't know how much hardship that little guy will endure all alone in these years, maybe even already... Thinking of this, Jiang Shu's palms tightened unconsciously, he put the photo frame back in annoyance, took a pack of cigarettes, and went out to the terrace to breathe.
Wen Ning took a plate of freshly cut fruit and walked around the second floor a few times, but couldn't find the study room.
When he reached the stairs, he seemed to hear a movement on the third floor and walked upstairs happily.
The door at the end of the third floor was not closed, and what I saw was a room full of girlish vibes.
The white gauze powder curtain is adorned with crystal beads, and the ivory white finely carved dressing table has everything from big brands to new products. The open cloakroom on the right and the glass windows on three walls are neatly arranged with various colors of luxury and expensive shoes and bags. Jewelry, rich and direct Men's aesthetic pink skirts are listed one by one according to size and length. If you look closely, you can find that the size and style of these skirts range from seven or eight years old to eighteen or twenty, which seems to accompany a girl's growth.
Although Wen Ning had never used any good things and didn't know much about the goods, she knew that these must be valuable, so she stayed where she was and didn't dare to take another step forward.
The whole style of this room is different from other places in the villa. She knew that she must have found the wrong place.
Jiang Shu was still in a bad mood after smoking half a pack of cigarettes, but when he turned around and entered the door, he saw Wen Ning standing in the room.
The man's brows and eyes were instantly stained with sullenness, and the smirk he had used to tease her earlier was gone, replaced by the coldness and cruelty that are most common in this man.
He walked to Wen Ning in a few steps and grabbed her wrist.
Wen Ning was taken aback, the fruit bowl in her hand was not steady, and all fell to the ground in an instant, and the juice stained the clean light pink carpet wet.
Jiang Shu glanced down, his expression became even more terrifying, his unique military voice was deep and cold: "Who allowed you to come in?"
"I just wanted to give you something—"
Jiang Shu pressed his tongue against his cheek, very impatient, and didn't seem to want to listen to her explanation, he sneered coldly, his words were full of emotionless sarcasm: "If I give you a good face for a few days, it's really fucked up. You are the hostess of the house, why do you think you can enter anywhere?"
"What happened?" Jiang Shu asked with a cold face.
Wen Ning was so scared that her hands were shaking: "I didn't..."
"I warn you, Lao Tzu is not a good-tempered person."
After he finished speaking, he let go of her with cold eyes.
The girl's fair and slender wrists were clenched red all over, juice spilled all over her body, but she couldn't take care of herself at all, and squatted down to deal with the scattered fruits, embarrassed and pitiful.
Jiang Shu didn't have the slightest thought to pity Xiangxiyu, turned around and took a document from the drawer, with no emotion in his eyes.
A few pieces of paper were thrown in front of Wen Ning, with the agreement densely written on it, and then he heard Jiang Shu say, "I thought you were quite obedient." He sneered coldly, with contempt in his eyes, "Bookmark the agreement, I I don’t have time to waste time on this matter, until the old man is sick, I will provide you with delicious food and drink, fulfill your obligations, and then take the money and leave after the grandfather is sick.”
Twenty-year-old Wen Ning left that terrifying little village for the first time, entered the palace of marriage for the first time, became someone else's wife for the first time, and received a "divorce agreement" for the first time.
She raised her head and looked at Jiang Shu cautiously, but the latter didn't even give her half a look. She only knew that she had made Jiang Shu angry and was very angry, so she hurriedly put away the agreement and folded it up, no matter what. Whether the contract in it is good or bad for him, he asks her to sign it, then she signs it obediently, and his anger may be relieved.
The little girl picked up the pen that rolled in the corner of the cabinet, flipped to the last page a few times to find the place for the signature, and wrote the name with a trembling hand.
Jiang Shu glanced down at the little boy who was lying on the ground with the signature. Seeing that she had signed the agreement without hesitation, the long-awaited relief did not come, but became even more annoyed.
After Wen Ning finished writing, she stood up from the carpet and handed the agreement in front of Jiang Shu with both hands.
"Sign, sign... don't be angry..."
Jiang Shu took it coldly and glanced at the fruit bowl on the ground: "Go with your things."
When Wen Ning left, there was only a faint fruity scent left in the bedroom.
Jiang Shu held the agreement tightly in his hand, and the originally flat white paper was wrinkled. He casually swept over the name Wen Ning had just signed, and the displeasure became stronger and stronger. He rubbed the ground, but suddenly frowned and stopped. This trace seemed familiar, and it was somewhat similar to his...
The author has something to say: Awesome boy, he has a good temper, and the fire on my stove is lit.
Jiang Shu: As for me, I am here to kowtow to Ningning and everyone. By the way, Jiudouxing, get out of here for Lao Tzu! If I don't kill you today, I don't have the surname Jiang!
Don't panic, small scene!