After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 3 Prince Jiang?
The whole room fell silent.

Who is Jiang Chenxi?

That's NO.1 among the princelings
In front of the Jiang family, the Gu family is definitely a scumbag existence.

Prince Jiang.

Song Na was stunned when she heard the name, and then she curled her lips mockingly and said, "Jiang Chenxi?"

"Song Chujiu, stop making trouble, how could Jiang Chenxi like you."

Jiang Chenxi was extremely mysterious, even Song Na had never met her, how could someone like Song Chujiu get Jiang Chenxi's favor.

But when she saw Song Chujiu's lazy and coquettish appearance leaning against the door casually over there, she felt a little doubt in her heart.

She gritted her teeth.

When Wang Fu heard the name Jiang Chenxi, even his calves trembled.

Song Jiaming was also stunned.

A few traces of resentment flashed in Wang Mei's eyes, and she smiled very reluctantly: "Jujiu, even if you don't want to get married, don't make up such a lie. You have to laugh your teeth out."

"Can you think of someone like Jiang Chenxi?"

"He is the high-ranking Prince Jiang of the capital, you can't even meet him."

Song Jiaming also snorted coldly: "Don't make these excuses, set a date and get the certificate."

Wang Fu also smiled: "Yes, I will definitely treat you well."

He straightened his back, trying to look upright.

Song Chujiu listened to their words with cold eyes: "Don't believe it?"

"Okay, in a few days, the evidence will be in front of your eyes."

She clenched her fists.

Isn't it just a man?
She still doesn't believe it, she is not the Song Chujiu from before.

As long as she figured out a way, she would definitely kill them!
Both Song Na and Wang Mei's faces were not very good-looking.

Song Na sneered: "Jijiu, if you can attend the banquet and become Jiang Chenxi's girlfriend, we will trust you."

"If you want to prove it, use this to prove it. There are so many banquets in the entertainment industry, you can choose any one at will."

Song Na glanced at her and narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, why don't you just attend a banquet?"

Song Chujiu's eyes were icy cold.

...

villa.

The man on the bed sat up abruptly.

A pair of charming but stern fox eyes, and a night of erotic scenes emerged in his mind.

He rubbed his brows, his dark and cold eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a knock on the door.

"Master, it's time."

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Go in."

His voice was deep and cold, without any expression on his face.

He stood up, and randomly picked one from a series of black haute couture suits pushed in by the assistant wearing a skirt outside, and put it on.

The eyebrows and eyes are plain, and the dark and narrow Danfeng eyes are full of momentum.

"Mr. Jiang, there will be a banquet at the Nian's family tomorrow night, and the Nian's family has handed over an invitation."

"Ah."

"Mr. Jiang, the Nian's family said that they hoped that you would pay me a favor, do you see?"

"go."

"Alright Mr. Jiang, then I'll pay my respects to Nian's family now. Is there anything else Mr. Jiang can do?"

The assistant stood there respectfully.

Wearing a black suit, Jiang Chenxi's eyebrows and eyes were plain and cold, his side face was perfectly curved and delicate, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he frowned, and suddenly turned his head back, his sharp eyes shot like Wang Anlai behind him.

"Where was I last night?"

Wang Anlai's hands trembled because of his sudden momentum, and he said a little at a loss, "I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, I asked for leave that night because of something, it's the housekeeper Zhong Li..."

She was a little guilty.

"Well, it's alright."

(End of this chapter)