Chief, Love for you is wrong

He walked by the bed, hugged the still choking smell Ai Ai, raised his hand and dried the tears hanging on her face, "well, don't cry. I went to city A. now the synthesis technology is so developed, what photos do you want? I'm your husband. You should trust me, not someone who sends you a photo, and you'll doubt me."

"I... I..." Wen Aiai sobbed and said intermittently, "I'm not afraid you don't want me... Now that Qin Jing's little bitch married into Wen's house, Ji Li listens to her everything. Even the last time I called him for a discount from Tianheng square, he didn't let go. I'm afraid you don't want me because of her... You... You know... Since that incident, I..."

Gu Zhancheng's face darkened when he heard this, but he only sighed, trimmed his hair and patted her on the back. "Don't think there's nothing. My wife is you and won't change in your life. You used to be the eldest lady of Wen family, but now you're Gu Zhancheng's wife and son, and also my daughter's mother. Don't do anything that damages your image like a shrew."

Hearing this, Wen Aiai was really worried. Once upon a time, it was her beautiful image that attracted the man in front of her. Just now she actually did something close to a bitch. She almost scolded the street. She really lost any image.

Gu Zhancheng reminded her that she was even more flustered. You know, there are too many young and beautiful models. They should be more elegant and pure.

She hurriedly pushed away Gu Zhancheng, straightened her hair, and pushed Gu Zhancheng out, "Zhancheng, sister Zhu made soup in the morning. You go down and have a few drinks to moisten your lungs. I'll come later."

Gu Zhancheng smiled and kissed Wen AI's face. He raised his hand and lifted Wen AI's hair behind his ears. His face was Wen AI's favorite tenderness and said the secret language Wen AI likes to listen to.

"Well, I love you. Change into clean clothes and go back to the elegant and decent smell. How can my Gu Zhancheng's woman splash like a market woman?"

As soon as he turned around, the tenderness on Gu Zhancheng's face completely disappeared. He stepped on the photos scattered on the ground, his steps were terrible, his face was surprisingly gloomy, and his hands on his side were also slightly folded

*****

City B, airport.

As the plane slowly landed, the journey of more than two or three hours was over, but several people on the plane seemed to have endured as long as a century.

Several people left at the old house around 8 o'clock. It was more than 9 o'clock when they arrived at the airport. They came to city B. It was already 12 o'clock in the morning.

Even so, several people dare not relax too much.

After getting off the plane, Wen Jili led the way with two suitcases, while Qin Jing accompanied the old lady. When they came to the VIP Hall, several big men in black suits came to Wen Jili and took over the two suitcases.

Then the two big men went to the old man and respected a standard military posture, "good chief."

When the old man saw the visitor, he eased his cloudy face a little and looked at the visitor, "I didn't expect that Dezi has grown so big. Good... Good... Have the authority of your father in those days!"

The man named Dezi looked at his age. He should be about the same size as Wen Jili, but he was much thicker than Wen Jili. His angular face was hard after training.

Another man, about middle-aged, put down his hand on his forehead, stood beside the old man and said respectfully, "first, long, the car is ready. Let's go back first. What can we talk about in the car?"