Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

With some doubts in her heart, An Yazhi followed.

"Sister, don't you hate it when someone sees you lose your temper? Besides, this bedroom... is indeed a bit messy."

"There is no need to deal with it. Beijia should be allowed to see with his own eyes how his mother was forced to this point by the woman he brought here."

She said "Ah" in surprise, and An Yazhi couldn't bear the joy and asked excitedly: "Sister, didn't you care about Mu Wanwan entering the Jiang family before?"

"I really didn't care before."

Mrs. Jiang glanced at her and said to herself: "Because it's just a toy, you don't need to worry about it."

"But now that she has touched my bottom line, she must leave. Leave the Jiang family, leave Beijia."

"Sister, I agree."

Smiling lightly, Mrs. Jiang curled her lips: "Don't worry, she should leave today."

"You will go out to meet Beijia in a moment and say that I am in a bad mood."

"yes."

Nodding repeatedly, An Yazhi hurried downstairs, waiting for Jiang Beijia's arrival with peace of mind.

Mu Wanwan, who had just finished cleaning up the debris, was still lying in the guest room to rest without knowing what these two people were thinking.

If Mu Wanwan knew about it, she might not be able to sit still by now.

Jiang Group.

Just after hanging up the phone, Jiang Beijia was told something confused by Aunt An, and naturally she felt unhappy.

After cursing a few words, Jiang Beijia put down his phone and looked gloomy.

Jiang Jingjing was used to it, and she calmly adjusted the skirt that was torn by Jiang Beijia.

She stood up elegantly, put on her high heels and got down from the desk. Jiang Jingjing gently held Jiang Beijia's neck and exhaled: "What's wrong? Who made our Mr. Jiang angry again?"

"It's not Wanwan, she's too ignorant."

"Don't be angry."

Gently touching Jiang Beijia's chest, Jiang Jingjing smiled charmingly, her eyebrows curved: "I am still by your side!"

When Jiang Jingjing said this, Jiang Beijia was also distracted by Jiang Jingjing's few words.

With a soft sigh, Jiang Beijia took Jiang Jingjing's hand and kissed it softly: "Jingjing, you have become much more docile recently. You are not as sharp as a hedgehog before."

A dark light flashed in her eyes, Jiang Jingjing smiled slightly, hugged Jiang Beijia tightly and said, "Isn't it bad for me to be like this?"

"of course not."

Jiang Beijia was anxious: "I like you very much."

"That's it."

With a chuckle, Jiang Jingjing raised her foot and left a medium-deep lip mark on Jiang Beijia's neck.

Jiang Beijia didn't stop her, panting heavily, grabbing Jiang Jingjing's slender waist and slowly rubbing it.

Looking at the masterpiece she left behind with satisfaction, Jiang Jingjing patted Jiang Beijia on the shoulder: "Okay, go back quickly. The caller must be in a hurry."

"good."

Nodding, Jiang Beijia lowered his head and noticed Jiang Jingjing's torn skirt, frowning slightly.

"There are some clothes left by Wanwan in the lounge. Go and change into one."

"alright."

Jiang Jingjing chuckled, her eyes charming and charming: "It's not you who tore it apart, go ahead, the company has me."

Worried that Aunt An would wait too long, Jiang Beijia grabbed the car keys and left in a hurry.

Jiang Jingjing, with a proud smile on her lips, slowly and leisurely picked out the clothes Mu Wanwan left in the lounge.

She deliberately didn't answer Mu Wanwan's call yesterday, and she left this hickey on purpose.

She wanted to see how Mu Wanwan would respond to this provocation.

Jiang Jingjing did this on purpose. She just wanted to make all Mu Wanwan's plans come to nothing and lose everything.

By that time, she would have no obstacles, and she would not have to worry about which other woman would dare to compete with her for Jiangbeijia.

Jiang Beijia, Jiang Jingjing is destined to fight with him for the rest of her life.

All those who stand in her way will have only one fate, and that is a bad death.