Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

Feng Nongtang nodded seriously: "Of course, aren't we here to eat?"

Jian Jian said: "Is that so?"

Feng Nongtang patted the table: "Of course it's dinner. It's so late and I'm going to starve to death if you guys are hungry. I plan to go back to find a girl to fight for 300 rounds tonight. How can I have physical strength if I don't eat enough?"

"

simple……

Feng Nongtang's gags dispersed the tense atmosphere created by Liancheng Yazhi and Xia Xuanmo just now.

Both of them have their own positions, and no one will compromise first.

They have known each other for many years and know each other's character, so they will not mention it for the time being.

Liancheng Yazhi secretly thought: I will never give Xia Xuanmo another chance to help Rong Yan.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the meal ended in an unpleasant and solemn atmosphere.

When leaving, Liancheng Yazhi said to Xia Xuanmo with her face in her arms: "I still say what I said, my woman, I take care of it myself, don't interfere."

Xia Xuanmo smiled, and after Liancheng Yazhi walked far away, he seemed to be talking to himself and said, "You have to ask yourself, is your heart still there?"

After hearing this, Jian Yi glanced at Xia Xuanmo.

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On the way back to Imperial Seat A, the car was quiet.

Secretary Zhou was so focused on driving that he could barely hear his breathing, completely treating himself as a transparent person.

Because the atmosphere between the two people in the back seat was so... different.

Drunk Miss Rong, with a solemn expression and a confused look on her face, exuded a gloomy aura that completely enveloped the entire carriage. This feeling was so heavy that it made people feel like they were filled with lead. Secretary Zhou had not experienced this for several years.

Liancheng Yazhi felt it.

Secretary Zhou always felt that Mr. Ya was different tonight than usual, and the way he looked at Miss Rong seemed to have suddenly changed a lot.

Rongyan was still asleep with her pillow on Liancheng Yazhi's lap, and she had no idea what kind of atmosphere she was in at this moment.

Suddenly, she made a sound, rolled over on Liancheng Yazhi's lap, and lay on the edge of the back seat, her head sliding down to her knees little by little, and then still sliding downward slowly.

Liancheng Yazhi watched her head slide down little by little, and she was about to fall off, but she didn't stop it.

Lian Cheng Yazhi didn't know what he wanted to prove. It seemed that just watching his appearance fall without holding her back would prove that this woman was insignificant to him.

but--

The fact is that his brain could not control his hands. At the moment when his face was about to fall off, his hands acted first before his brain.

Liancheng Yazhi felt depressed and reached out to pinch Rongyan's face into various shapes, but she remained motionless. He curled his lips and said sarcastically: "I'll sleep like this to death, so I might as well just sell it."

Secretary Zhou pouted while driving, sold it?

Mr. Ya, please stop joking. At this time, let alone selling, if Miss Rong makes even the slightest deviation, you can destroy her whole family.

Imperial Seat A was already in front of him. Secretary Zhou stopped the car smoothly and said, "Master Ya, we're here."

The doorman had already ran over and opened the car door. Liancheng Yazhi got out of the car with Rongyan in her arms and said to Secretary Zhou: "Pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Secretary Zhou's eyes almost popped out, and his voice was high-pitched: "Nine o'clock?"