Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Zhong Jiamu was pretty good when he didn't have a bad look on his face. She thought so and then she realized that Zhong Jiamu got up and walked straight out of the hospital. Xi Changchang followed him limping - taking the fork to the hospital.

Xi Changchang was so nervous that she stumbled and almost dropped the fork. Fortunately, she didn't let go, otherwise the fork would not only be an injury to the tail. But it was also unfortunate that Xi Changchang sprained her foot.

When he left the hospital, Zhong Jiamu noticed Xi Changchang. She didn't look like a lady at all. She had messy hair, was wearing pajamas, pajamas, and slippers casually. She ran out with a fork of blood on her clothes.

There has always been a rumor in the circle that the eldest lady of Mingmei is gentle and elegant, but when people see that this is the eldest lady of Mingmei Company, everyone will definitely be shocked. What about the elegance and generousness that she promised?

Xi Changchang looked at Zhong Jiamu with an innocent face, pulling on the corners of his clothes and rubbing them, like a child who was forced to stand: "Okay, I admit that I can't pretend anymore."

"Then what?"

"I didn't mean it." Xi Changchang pouted and said to Zhong Jiamu.

However, Zhong Jiamu didn't accept this. He didn't ask about the fork again. Instead, he looked at Xi Changchang's posture and asked, "What's wrong with the feet?"

"I accidentally sprained it just now, it's okay... Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhong Jiamu didn't let Xi Changchang have a chance to break free, and directly carried Xi Changchang on his back: "If something happens to you, the male god will come to trouble me. In order to prevent me from trouble, please cooperate."

Listening to these tongue-twisting words, Xi Changchang shut up and muttered in a low voice: "What? It turns out it's just for yourself."

"What did you say?"

"No...nothing."

His car was parked in the underground garage of the pet hospital. He threw Xi Changchang into the car, pressed the accelerator almost to the bottom, and soon arrived home.

Turning on the orange light, Zhong Jiamu dragged Xi Changchang and put her on the sofa. Xi Changchang thought that as Zhong Jiamu's sister-in-law-to-be, she had to maintain her own image, so she endured it without resisting.

Doesn't Xi Changchang know that she has completely ruined her image just now?

"Sit tight!" He ordered her, "Don't move." After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs, his leather shoes making a rhythmic "thump thump thump" on the stairs.

Looking at his back, Xi Changchang rubbed her head in frustration, only to realize that her hair was so messy. Then she... She ran to the mirror, looked at herself, and then sat down.

Xi Changchang slapped his head with his hand: "It's over. My sister-in-law's gentle, generous and decent image has been ruined by me."

While Xi Changchang was thinking wildly, Zhong Jiamu came back quickly, holding a towel wrapped in ice cubes and massage oil in his hand. He walked straight to her and squatted down, reaching out to lift her feet and put them on his

On her knee, she carefully placed a towel wrapped with ice cubes on her red and swollen ankle.

"I'll do it myself," Xi Changchang said cautiously as she wasn't used to others touching her feet, "I won't bother you anymore."

"Don't move." Zhong Jiamu's tone was not as cold as usual.

After Zhong Jiamu said this, Xi Changchang gave up the idea of ​​letting her come because she felt that she did not have the courage to refute Zhong Jiamu.

"I really miss the gentle look of the male god." Xi Changchang glanced at Zhong Jiamu again, and thought: "Now I am living here with a big ice cube."

A stinging pain came, and Xi Changchang couldn't help but take a breath. He looked up at her, frowned and said with disgust: "You're so stupid."

He has probably never done anything to take care of others. His movements are clumsy. Although he looks impatient, his movements are still gentle and careful.

He raised his head and looked at her: "Is it feeling better?"

She didn't have time to look back, and their eyes met, and they were both stunned. As their eyes crossed, something seemed to have changed, even the temperature in the air seemed to be rising.

Zhong Jiamu put down the things in his hands, stood up and almost hugged Xi Changchang, sweeping his breath on her neck.

Xi Changchang said: "You...what are you doing."

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

He got his key from behind Xi Changchang.

Through the orange light, Xi Changchang saw the playful smile on Zhong Jiamu's face: "Go to bed."

Xi Changchang blushed unexpectedly. Looking at Zhong Jiamu's back, she called out to him: "Hey, I..."

Zhong Jia Muai ignored him and walked into the room. With a bang, she was left with a closed door.

Xi Changchang touched his nose and was rejected for the first time in his life.

In fact, Xi Changchang wrote several drafts, but each time he just said a few words and then ran away under his boring and mocking eyes.

The longer they get along, the more Xi Changchang feels that Zhong Jiamu is like a ray of moonlight on the cliff, indifferent and aloof.

She knocked on the door several times in the past few days, and he always had an impatient expression.

So she wrote some trivial things on stickers one by one.

"It's very cold today, remember to wear more clothes." Draw a big crying face on the back.

"The company's food is so delicious." A big mouth was drooling from the back.

"Today my colleague next door complimented me on how nice my clothes are, hahaha." What follows is the posture of a typical villain who stands proudly in the wind.

"There is milk in the refrigerator, and you must drink it within the expiration date." Behind it was a blood-red knife.

On the door, on the TV, on the refrigerator, there are red and green notes everywhere.

He never paid attention to it, and she was happy with it.

Xi Changchang woke up early on purpose today, holding a small black leather bag with bulging contents in her hand. She walked out of the bedroom door and ran straight to the bathroom. Even though she knew no one would come in, she still locked the door, and then tossed out the door.

She bought a lot of cosmetics. These were high-quality cosmetics that she specially asked Wu Zi to secretly bring from the company. She started practicing there: "Toner? That's how it should be used... Let me take a look again. The eyebrows are painted flat.

Isn’t it more charming? There is also this and this..."

After Xi Changchang's hard work and a lot of cosmetics, a face that seemed brand new and perfect to Xi Changchang was born. He looked at his appearance in the mirror seriously: "Is this okay for going out? It should be.

OK."

Xi Changchang couldn't wait to take a photo and sent it to her best friend Jiaming. She also specially used beauty makeup and attached a message: Sister counterattacked, please like it.

After receiving the photo, Lele spit out a sip of coffee as soon as she took it into her mouth.

Whether this coffee is imported or freshly ground, the loss of this spoonful must be blamed on Xi Changchang, Jiaming thought.

Jiaming hurriedly wiped his table and mouth, patted the rag, and immediately sent a message back to Xi Changchang: Where are you? Send me the address."

A great figure in the makeup industry is still sitting here, and this little girl is actually going through such trouble. This is a naked insult to herself, and I can't bear it!

Jiaming put his crossbody bag on his back and rushed to the place where Xi Changchang came from.

"You've been in there for one hour and thirty-four minutes." Zhong Jiamu, who was outside the bathroom, looked at his watch and said expressionlessly to the people inside through the door.

Hearing Zhong Jiamu's voice, Xi Changchang immediately packed all kinds of expensive cosmetics into a small black leather bag, snorted lightly, with an expression on his face that he wanted to be beaten, and replied to Zhong Jiamu: "I'll give it to you."

You prepared a surprise."

"Surprise?" Zhong Jiamu's mouth curved, and his thin lips raised an unpredictable smile: "Then come out and let me take a look."

Then it was someone's solo show time, and he even came out with his own sound effects: "Dang dang dang dang..." Xi Changchang walked out, struck a pose, and then said to Zhong Jiamu with a smile: "How is it?

its not bad, right."

Looking at Xi Changchang's face in front of him, Zhong Jiamu was startled, and looked at Xi Changchang with a rather strange expression for a long time: "This surprise is really... unique..."

Xi Changchang was a little disappointed when he didn't see the expression he expected. He curled his lips and said, "You don't like it?"

This is actually the case...

My charming young lady, the future successor of the company doesn’t know how to wear makeup!

This fact once again shocked passers-by.

Usually when I go out, I just apply bb cream and a light layer of lip gloss before going out. This is the result of Jiaming training himself for a long time.

But today was different. It was Zhong Jiamu who took her out today. Xi Changchang felt that he had clearly asked her to set off Zhong Jiamu.

In order to prevent Zhong Jiamu's little fans from spraying her to death with spit, Xi Changchang decided to clean up herself, at least go out in a more glamorous manner, and not look like Zhong Jiamu's nanny assistant.

She said she didn't want to embarrass herself? A trace of unknown emotion flashed across Zhong Jiamu's face, but it was just a little bit, fleeting, and the expression on his face remained unchanged. He used his cold control: "Well, actually it's quite

good."

Xi Changchang grinned like a primary school student who was praised by the teacher. She raised her hair confidently: "Let me just say, after all, my father is also the chairman of a cosmetics company."

Seeing the proud look on her face, Zhong Jiamu twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but add: "But you look ugly like this."

At this time, Xi Changchang's face was as white as a layer of paint. It was the same color as his neck and body. His lipstick was painted in a curved shape. Because it was too thick, he looked like a vampire who had just finished sucking blood. His eyebrows were even darker.

The painting is thick and black, which is similar to the seaweed eyebrows in Angry Birds.

I don’t know why her aesthetics are like this. In short, it makes people panic when looking at her, but she is very characteristic of Xi Changchang.

The result that Xi Changchang had spent so much effort to produce was evaluated like this by Zhong Jiamu. His anger boiled up, and his face immediately turned into a black iron plate. He glared at Zhong Jiamu and gritted his teeth.

Said: "Zhong Jiamu, try saying it again."

Zhong Jiamu's answer was still one word: "Ugly." It seemed that he was wasting his voice by saying too much. One word, simple and crude.

Xi Changchang changed from an angry expression just now to a heartbroken expression: "I've been toiling for you for a long time, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"You know you are a handicapped gangster, so you still go to such trouble. You deserve it."

"Zhong Jiamu! If you dare, stop and don't run away." Xi Changchang stared at Zhong Jiamu with eyes as sharp as the tip of a knife.

"Run? Haha, you are thinking too much."

There is no word "run" in his dictionary.

Xi Changchang saw the momentum and was about to hit Zhong Jiamu. Unexpectedly, she tripped on the corner of the coffee table and fell backward. She was not agile in nature, so she simply closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.

.

But there was no pain as he expected. Only then did he realize that before he lay on the ground, someone had made a human cushion for Xi Changchang.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Xi Changchang breathed a sigh of relief and touched his chest with his hand.

But Xi Changchang always felt that something was wrong. She looked down and then she realized what she was doing and her eyes widened: "Zhong... Zhong Jiamu, where did you put your hand...?"

Zhong Jiamu, who had almost subconsciously saved Xi Changchang just now, heard what she said and looked down at his hands.

He put his hand on Xi Changchang's... chest. Realizing this, Zhong Jiamu's face turned as red as a red pepper. He couldn't take his hand away, and it wouldn't be good if he didn't take it away.

Zhong Jiamu stuttered rarely: "Yes... I'm sorry."

Xi Changchang was angry and funny, and said to him angrily: "Then let go of your hand."

"Ah? Oh..." Zhong Jiamu was already stunned when he reacted. Now he found that the two of them were still lying on the ground in the same position. What if outsiders saw this?

"ding dong"

The doorbell rang.

Xi Changchang pushed away Zhong Jiamu, who was still stunned, and quickly jumped up from the ground: "I...I'll open the door."

Should it be so embarrassing? Xi Changchang thought as he opened the door.

When Xi Changchang saw those 18-centimeter high heels, he knew it must be Jiaming. When Jiaming saw that the person who opened the door was Xi Changchang, he pushed Xi Changchang away and walked into the living room unceremoniously:

"I said Xi Changchang, you treat my best friend as a decoration?"

She sloppily walked to the sofa, lay down on it, took out her mirror and started to touch up her makeup.

Just as Xi Changchang was about to say something, Jiaming saw a man standing in the corner through his mirror.

Jiaming was startled and immediately stood up from the sofa. With a smile on her face, she asked, "Excuse me, this is not your home, right?" If this was the home of this handsome man, then she

Isn't it very rude?

Jiaming never takes the initiative to cause trouble, especially with handsome guys.

It's a pity that Zhong Jiamu's next words were: "It doesn't matter, just treat it as your own home."

Jiaming suddenly felt like crying. This was really his home! When he thought about his behavior and Lele just now, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. It was so embarrassing, but this handsome guy was really a gentleman, and he didn't mind him.

the behavior of.

Jiaming stepped forward to strike up a conversation, and Xi Changchang knew that this was her usual style.

"What's the handsome guy's name? What does he do? Does he have a girlfriend? This year..."

"Okay, okay, if you have this free time, you might as well come and clean it up for me quickly." Xi Changchang looked at Zhong Jiamu's gloomy face, interrupted Jiaming, "Let's go, let's go." Then he put on a look of infatuation.

Jiaming dragged her to the dressing table in the bathroom.

Zhong Jiamu looked at Xi Changchang and shook his head.