Wang Fan stood up and walked crampedly in place, neither staying nor staying.

Jiang Shu took Wen Ning's hand and lowered his head as if no one else was there to ask, "Have you eaten yet?"

"What?" She didn't respond.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"No, don't bother-"

Jiang Shu tilted his head, his tone was indifferent but he could not refuse: "please Mrs. Chen to make some famous snacks from Hancheng. I remember that you were also a hotel waiter before, so it shouldn't be difficult to do some rough things?"

Wang Fan was so angry that the hyaluronic acid on his face was about to deform, but the other party was Jiang Shu. She didn't dare to complain at all, so she could only watch the little country sparrow go away under the protection of Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu held Wen Ning, his thin lips pursed tightly along the way and did not speak.

Wen Ning tilted her head to peek at him, but did not dare to speak up first.

Where there were no outsiders, the atmosphere between the two returned to what it was before.

"Does it still hurt?" Jiang Shu suddenly asked.

Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had just bumped into the dining chair, and hurriedly shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, I didn't hit much."

Jiang Shu "tsk": "I said last night."

Wen Ning's fair face was so red that she couldn't see it: "..."

The man coughed lightly and did not continue the topic: "Why did you go to the side hall?"

That place is usually where Chen Li's family comes in and out, and Jiang Shu rarely sets foot there, feeling unlucky.

Wen Ning: "I'm lost, it's too big here."

Jiang Shu was about to laugh in anger, this married a shrewd little fox, or an idiot.

"How can you be so stupid? I can bully others when I'm not there."

Wen Ning: "I've caused you trouble."

Jiang Shu was really pissed off this time, holding her hand in his palm and kneading: "...It's trouble."

"You don't have to be so honest when you're bullied in the future. You can get it back how you want, and someone will always give you a hand."

You?

Wen Ning lowered her head, her palms were hot as he held his hands. Did he mean to protect her? She didn't dare to think about it, she remembered what Wang Fan said earlier, and hurriedly asked, "Is Grandpa better? ?"

"Okay." Jiang Shu said casually.

"It hasn't been a day or two for the old man to pretend to be sick. He uses this trick all the time. The doctors in the family are all under my hands. I know it well. Glucose nutrient solution is hanging around for fun.

Wen Ning nodded reassuringly: "Then where are you going?"

Jiang Shu's steps up the stairs suddenly stopped, turned his head and raised his eyebrows, looking a little wild: "What? Take care of me?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Shu: Does it still hurt?

Ningning: It doesn't hurt much.

Jiang Shu: ? I'm not trying hard enough.

Ning Ning: ? ? ? ! ! ! Don't come here!

Ask for a comment on the big day of opening meat!

Chapter 4

"No, that's not what I meant." Wen Ning lowered her head, how dare she care about him.

Probably because of what happened last night, Jiang Shu always felt that he couldn't get colder with Wen Ning, sighed lightly, and rubbed the top of her head with his big hand: "Go to the company."

In the past few years, Jiang Shu's work has been focused on overseas. He is arrogant and arrogant, and he is invincible. He is too lazy to do such useless things as inheriting property. He started from scratch in his early days. In just a few years, he acquired dozens of large-scale enterprises. His net worth has skyrocketed, and he has dominated Wall Street. The capital is no longer comparable to the Jiang family.

Outside, his name Jiang Shu is louder than the title of the Prince of the Jiang family.

Now that Mr. Jiang is very old, he pretended to be ill and recruited him to take over the Jiang family. For him, it was just to take some time to do charity.

Compared with his two sons, Mr. Jiang values ​​this grandson more. Although Jiang Shu is rebellious, he is a natural ruler who has strategizing and strategizing into his bones.

The grandfather and grandson had a long talk in the study last night. Jiang Shu was originally not interested in returning to the Jiang family, but through the farce this morning, he became somewhat interested.

He took Wen Ning back to the room, went into the cloakroom, picked out a suit at random and put it on, saw Wen Ning standing there stupidly looking inside, slightly hooked his lips, and his expression became a little joking: "I also change clothes. Want to take a peek? Mrs. Jiang's hobbies are quite special."

"I'm not"

Wen Ning was stunned, and before he had time to defend himself, he heard Jiang Shu say solemnly and slowly, "I thought you had seen enough last night."

"No." The girl's face was filled with shyness that she couldn't hide.

The man raised his eyebrows, his tone full of teasing: "Oh, didn't you see enough? Then come here."

Wen Ning bit her lip and stopped in place, staring at him shyly.

Jiang Shu took out a dark blue tie from the closet, which matched his cold temperament. Seeing that Wen Ning couldn't come, he walked over.

"Have you ever tie someone's tie?"

Wen Ning shook his head.

Seeing her shaking her head, Jiang Shu was inexplicably happy: "Can you fight?"

Wen Ning still shook her head.

Jiang Shu said "tsk", thinking that her shy and stupefied reaction was interesting, he was determined to tease her, he lowered his eyes and held her hand, insisting that she hit him.

The man was tall and Wen Ning was small, standing in front of him, but only reached his chest.

The girl stood on tiptoe obediently.

The two tossed for a while, and then the crooked tie was ready.

Until Jiang Shu's car slowly left the old house, Wen Ning hadn't recovered from this sudden intimacy.

Ren Tiangao, who was driving in the driver's seat, was a little absent-minded. Through the rearview mirror, he glanced at Jiang Shu in the back seat.

Jiang Shu knew every move of the people around him even with his eyes closed.

Ren Tiangao hesitated for a second: "Mr. Jiang, it seems that your tie today... is not well stitched."

Only then did Jiang Shu lazily open his eyes, his eyes swept over the crooked tie at will, and the corners of his lips ticked indistinctly: "I like it."