The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1079 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (23)

"Since it's made public, isn't it just getting married?"

Jiang Tang narrowed his eyes and said something lazily.

"Whoever breaks up after making it public, let's go if there are too many."

Then, the car stopped.

Song Naichao stared at Jiang Tang's face, and asked again seriously.

"Then you want to break up with me?"

Jiang Tang opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly, not afraid of the man's gloomy expression at all, he even stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on his face mercilessly.

"Why is your language worse than mine?"

"Who are you going to marry?"

"I don't want to get married."

Now Song Naichao turned off the engine, sat down without saying a word, and continued to drive.

"Well, when you want to get married, tell me, anyway, I live longer than you."

What the hell is this? With whom do you want to play the domineering president? Marry first and then fall in love?
The dog, the dick, even wants to marry her with so little dependence.

Go dream.

After driving home, Song Naichao had no intention of leaving, but instead asked his secretary to come over in the afternoon, and dropped off his clothes, shoes, and documents at the door of Jiang Tang's house.

The meaning of this guy is self-evident.

I plan to stay here.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ke came to change Jiang Tang's dressing, but was prevaricated by Jiang Tang.

"I went to the hospital this morning for treatment."

"Why didn't you call me over?"

Zhang Ke's face was full of injuries, and he felt that Jiang Tang was planning to abandon himself as a family doctor.

"He lives here, and it's inconvenient for you to come here all the time."

Jiang Tang glanced at Song Naichao who was sitting beside him watching TV, the man nodded his head as a greeting.

So indifferent.

Zhang Ke realized later that he might have disturbed his two-person world.

"Sister, am I going to lose my job?"

Jiang Tang smiled and stroked her short hair.

"When I join the group, you have to follow me for a health check."

"Then when will you join the group?"

Zhang Ke is Jiang Tang's personal doctor. Jiang Tang pays her monthly salary. In addition to giving her weekly health checkups, Zhang Ke also works as a plastic surgeon in the city center hospital.

The salary of the doctor in the hospital can't afford her chasing idols all over the world, so Zhang Ke's main source of salary is Jiang Tang.

If this job is lost, where can such a good job be found?

Less work, higher wages, and good benefits.

Fortunately, Jiang Tang did not intend to dismiss her.

"At four o'clock in the morning next Wednesday, I'm going to record a variety show, and you follow along."

"Okay, I'll ask the dean for leave."

Zhang Kemei left happily.

Song Naichao turned off the TV, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Jiang Tang.

"Where are you going to record the show?"

"Dafeng City."

"Oh, send me the exact location later."

"Ah."

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Song Naichao's secretary came to the door and delivered a small black box.

When Jiang Tang came out of the shower, he saw Song Naichao opening the box and taking out a transparent wide-mouth bottle from inside. The bottle was about half a palm long and filled with bright red liquid.

The man opened the bottle and drank it down in front of Jiang Tang.

After drinking, Jiang Tang looked at his eyes, which were gradually covered with a layer of red light, like a beast in the night, with an obvious sense of satisfaction.

Putting down the bottle, Song Naichao turned his head and raised the corners of his lips towards Jiang Tang.

"Drink this and I'll always be me."

Jiang Tang has a keen sense of smell, and the smell of blood permeates the tip of his nose.

She walked forward silently, picked up the empty bottle on the table, lowered her nose and sniffed it.

Very fresh taste.

"You have this, why are you still yelling hungry in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)