Chapter 131

Han Zhan is deeply aware that the little girl named Song Fei in front of her is indeed a cruel person, far from being comparable to that little girl of song porcelain.

Song porcelain is right. Her sister Song Fei is very clever. She is not only smart, she also knows the people's heart, but also good at strategy. Han Zhan congratulated himself that his porcelain treasure was a little fool, and he didn't have such a smart mind. Otherwise, life would be another scene.

For a while, Han Zhan even sympathized with Yan Jiang and fell in love with such a beautiful snake. Yan Jiang's future life may not be easy.

Song Feigang finished his plan when he heard the noise of Yanjiang's car driving downstairs. Song Fei said to Han Zhan, "hang up first, I will contact you again." Song Fei quits wechat, erases her wechat login trace on the computer, and then returns to her room.

After spending more than a week, he finally finished filming the part of MV, and Yanjiang was relaxed. After entering the house, he turned on all the headlights on the first floor. Yan Jiang went into the kitchen and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, intending to drink a bottle of wine to relax.

Holding the beer and walking to the living room, Yan Jiang always felt that something was wrong. He went back to the kitchen, opened the fruit drawer at the bottom of the refrigerator, and planned to make a fruit salad.

Salad with beer, life needs a sense of ceremony.

He remembers that yesterday, assistant Allen sent strawberries, and Yanjiang planned to make a strawberry salad. Although he is a man in his eighties, he loves strawberries.

Opening the drawer, Yanjiang reaches out to get strawberries. As soon as he reaches in, Yanjiang is stunned.

"Where are the strawberries?"

In the drawer, there were only a few lemons and oranges, and a box of cherry tomatoes, and his milk strawberries were gone!

Yanjiang people are a little confused.

When he regained consciousness, Yan Jiang called his assistant quickly, "Alan, did you come to my house yesterday morning and bought me a box of strawberries?"

But when I picked up the milk for you, Ben Jiang asked me to take a box of milk

I don't know what happened there. Allan asked, "brother Jiang, what's the matter?"

Yan Jiang's face was very ugly. He said darkly, "we may have robbers in our house." Strawberry thief!

Thinking of his own room still hiding a person, Yan Jiang rushed upstairs, in the process, his heart beat like thunder, forehead some sweating.

Push open the door of master bedroom, see Song Fei is still lying on the bed, Yan Jiang has a kind of sense of survival. He went to the bedside and knelt down on one knee, holding Song Fei's warm hand. Yan Jiang sighed with fear: "it's OK, my wife, you haven't been stolen!"

Hearing this, Song Fei wants to knock on Yan Jiang's head to see how long the brain structure is. There is a person lying in the bedroom at home. When something is lost at home, is it not that he is awake that he should think of the most?

Song Fei is silent and plays her "vegetative" status seriously.

Yan Jiang talks with Song Fei for a while. He talks about the trivial things in his work today. Song Fei is drowsy and sleepy at last.

After talking about today's work experience, Yan Jiang kisses Song Fei's finger again, and then gets up to go to the study. Because there is a person hiding at home, Yan Jiang is afraid that Song Fei will have an accident, so he installs a monitoring system at home.

Came to the study, Yan Jiang was about to open the monitoring screen, the mobile phone suddenly rang, is the agent blue brother call.

Yan Jiang leaned against the table and answered the phone. "Brother LAN, what's up?"

Blue brother opened his mouth and asked, "are you in love?"

Yan Jiang felt baffled, "what scandal did I have with Du Xueyan?" Yan Jiang couldn't think of any other possibility, so he thought it was him and Du Xueyan who had been rumored again. "Let me tell you, brother LAN, I have a pure cooperative relationship with Du Xueyan, and there is no ambiguity."

Blue brother said: "it has nothing to do with Du Xueyan."

Yan Jiang slightly surprised, "Oh, that's what happened again?" People are popular, right and wrong, and Yan Jiang is the body of gossip, which is haunted by rumors in two or three days.

"A reporter went to your house today and took some pictures..." it was a long story. Lanling reminded Yanjiang: "you can go and have a look. Call me again after reading it. Explain it carefully." LAN hung up.

Facing the phone that had been hung up, Yan Jiang whispered: "I don't know why, what can I photograph in my house..." murmured, he opened the microblog, and as soon as he entered the microblog hot search page, he saw a hot search with the word "pop" hanging on the top -

Yan Jiang lived with a mysterious woman!

Yan Jiang's expression is slightly heavy. He opens the hot search and the first one out is the one that is commented most by netizens. The news has pictures, videos and detailed explanations from reporters.

As soon as Yan Jiang saw the woman in the black and white shirt and hat in the photo, his heart stopped beating at that moment.

Yan Jiang suddenly locks the screen of his mobile phone. He takes a deep breath and looks at the direction of the front door of the study. He heard his heart beat like thunder, and his blood was boiling with excitement.

A moment later, Yan Jiang lowered his head, unlocked the mobile phone again, opened the picture and zoomed in.He was photographed walking in and out of his house in his shirt. She was slender, with short hair over her ears and a cap, and her fair face was not all in the mirror. But with only one profile, Han Zhan can recognize the identity of this person.

How can he not know the person who accompanies his pillow day and night?

He opened his mobile phone to steal clothes from his home.

She walked slowly, like a toddler. She was very careful with every step. She even had to look at the wall for a rest.

On the first floor: wear brother Jiang's clothes and pants, carry brother Jiang's bag, and wear brother Jiang's hat. If it wasn't brother Jiang's girlfriend, I would eat Xiang live.

Second floor: make a fuss. This is brother Jiang's good friend, Miss Song. As we all know, the relationship between them is so good that they can wear a pair of trousers.

Third floor: to be honest, this woman is a little like song x, so the problem comes. Is it normal for a married woman to wear the clothes and pants of a heterosexual friend and walk out of the house of a friend of the opposite sex in the morning?

Fourth floor: sympathize with Miss Song's husband.

Fifth floor: are they really pure friendship?

Sixth floor: but song porcelain is in Shenyang today. If you don't believe it, you can go to Songci's microblog home page. She also basks in her bath video.

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I don't know when Yan Jiang's eyes have turned red. He held the hand of the mobile phone, so hard that his knuckles turned white.

It's not song porcelain at all. It's Song Fei!

Yan Jiang didn't know how he got back to the master's bedroom. He stood by the bed and looked down at Song Fei, who was like a vegetable.

His fist clenched, loosened, and then clenched.

A moment later, Yan Jiang finally opened his mouth.

"You woke up, didn't you?" Yan Jiang's voice is mute, can hear the obvious cry cavity.

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