Old Man Jiang covered his heart and blushed: "Get back this beast Jiang Shu immediately!"

He Cheng's hands trembled a little when he sent messages in the group.

[Brother Shu, are you fucking human? ? If you don't come to get married, leave the bride alone? ? 】

He Cheng has seen Jiang Shu countless rebellious and rebellious ways in the past 20 years, but now he has never dared to think about this scene in his life.

Above the sky, the private jet is heading for the far side of the ocean.

The temperature inside was almost freezing.

The man's slender fingers on the leather seat pinched the mountain root intentionally or unintentionally, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his angular profile was full of coldness.

The people around Jiang Shu have always been well-trained, and they are best at observing words and expressions. The arrogance of this prince is unforgettable, and no one dares to hit the gun when he is in a bad mood.

Today is the day of his big wedding, but Jiang Shao in Hancheng has acted recklessly all his life, and has never been restrained by anyone. He is naturally dissatisfied and does not care about the marriage contract that the family made in the early years.

Adhering to the principle that breathing is wrong, everyone in the cabin kept silent, but couldn't bear the constant ringing of the internal bell.

Assistant Ren Tiangao's temples throbbed suddenly, his eyes swept across the face of the king in front of him from time to time, and he silently drafted a small 800-word essay on his resignation application.

Half a minute later, the man said lazily, "Yes."

Ren Tiangao didn't dare to delay for a second: "It's the old man."

Jiang Shu's lips curled inadvertently and sneered, "Is it a heart attack or a cerebral thrombosis this time?"

Ren Tiangao: "..."

On one side is the old ancestor, and on the other is the crown prince. Ren Tiangao did not say a word, and only looked at the cascading clouds outside the window, thinking that it might be better to jump off than to stay here.

Jiang Shu's voice was slow and deep, and each word clearly entered the ears of the old man on the inside.

The old man was very angry, and the majesty he had saved all his life was lost in front of his own grandson, and he couldn't breathe evenly: "Jiang Shu! You bastard! If your wings are hard, you can fly? If you dare not today Come back, half of all the shares of the Jiang Corporation are gone for you!"

"Rare." The man still snorted softly.

Mr. Jiang knew that this matter could not tie Jiang Shu. He was not uncommon. In recent years, this grandson has been known for his overseas methods, and his net worth is no longer comparable to Jiang's.

"I'm a bastard, so what are you, bastard? Huh?" Jiang Shu changed his posture lazily, his suit was neat and well-dressed, but the words he said were not human, "I don't want to criticize myself like this. "

Ren Tiangao: "..."

Jiang Shu still didn't change his face, and without saying a word, he put the phone on the phone.

The WeChat group on the phone kept shaking, he clicked it at will, his originally casual eyes suddenly stared at the girl's fair and translucent butterfly bone back in the photo on the screen, the Adam's apple slid up and down unconsciously, clicked save, and then wrinkled. He glanced at the wedding dress with the back wide open, and cursed in a hoarse voice, "Fuck."

"...Is it Jiang Shu?"

After twelve o'clock in the night, Wen Ning woke up again from a fragmented dream.

She was wearing a large cotton T-shirt, curled up in a small ball on the bed, her back was soaked with sweat, her hands were clenched by the quilt, her head was dizzy, and her breathing was extremely unsteady.

After she calmed down a little, she slowly sat up holding the quilt and looked around blankly.

The soft bed, the silky quilt, the gorgeous diamond-encrusted lamps above her head, and even the sculptures of famous artists at her fingertips cannot overlap with her memories of the past ten years.

Wen Ning lived here for more than two months. It was Jiang Shu's seaside villa in Yugan Bay, Hancheng.

Jinwu Zangjiao is perfect.

However, Wen Ning, who had been hidden for more than two months, did not get a good night's sleep for several days.

In the huge six-storey villa, Jiang Shu was not there, Wen Ning had no courage since he was a child, and was so scared.

After a while, her tense nerves were relieved a little. She remembered that when she woke up from a daze, she seemed to hear a lot of movement outside the room. She took a deep breath and got out of bed with courage.

Holding on to the disposable slippers prepared for guests in the guest room, Wen Ning cautiously walked to the bedroom door in the dark.

"Is Jiang Shu back?" the girl asked timidly, her voice soft and slender when she woke up.

The only response to her was the empty echoes in the hall.

She didn't seem to be reconciled, and walked to the other side of the corridor. At the end of the corridor was the western kitchen hall. The closer she got, the faint light could be seen.

Wen Ning was a little excited, and her brows were filled with anticipation: "Jiang Shu, are you back?"

"what!"

As soon as the voice fell, a harsh scream rang out, followed by the sound of tableware and dishes smashing on the ground.

The one who knocked off the dinner plate was Hui Fen, the little maid who helped the chef in the villa. She was originally panicked, but when she saw that it was Wen Ning, she became calm.

After taking a few breaths, his face suddenly changed, and he frowned and rebuked Wen Ning unabashedly: "You don't sleep at night, and you run out to scare someone to death?!"

Wen Ning was startled by the scolding, and habitually squatted down to clean up the ceramic debris on the floor for her. She bravely came out in the middle of the night and was scolded by her nose for no reason. Uneasy, one was not paying attention, and a hole was cut by the broken bowl at the tiger's mouth.

She was bullied and grew up since she was a child, and her body was constantly injured, big and small. She didn't feel that there was anything in this small opening, but the appearance of blood overflowing from the tiger's mouth looked a bit oozing.

Hui Fen nervously stepped back a few steps to distance herself from her, and stuttered: "You cut this yourself, and it has nothing to do with me! Don't rely on me!"

Seeing that Wen Ning didn't mean to pursue it, Hui Fen breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally planned to come to the western kitchen to steal some ingredients that were not used up during the day and sell them to the hotel when there was no one in the middle of the night. How could she expect to encounter Wen Ning who didn't sleep in the middle of the night.