The Wife Wants A Divorce Every day

The meeting wasn't over when it got off work, but Xi Heming's heart was no longer in the meeting room. He hadn't been alone with Jiang Wanwan for too long. If it weren't for Jiang Wanwan's anger, he would have dragged people out of the meeting room.

Now that it was time for get off work, Xi Heming couldn't wait any longer. He was about to tap on the table twice. After waiting for a while, Jiang Wanwan was still watching the robot in front of him, so he had to knock Jiang Wanwan's elbow lightly. Shoulders.

Jiang Wanwan was already helpless by the older children next to her, she turned her head and sighed deeply: "Mr. Xi, your workaholic personal settings are about to be ruined after the collapse of the president Gao Leng. You have a meeting. Can you concentrate more at that time?"

Xi Heming put his wrist in front of Jiang Wanwan very indifferently, and let her look at her watch: "It's time for get off work, and we agreed to eat together."

Jiang Wanwan estimated the progress of the meeting, and it will be over in an hour. She gave a soothing smile: "Couldn't you..."

"No!" Xi Heming interrupted Jiang Wanwan's words expressionlessly, and said nonsense seriously: "I'm hungry."

After knowing Xi Heming for so long, Jiang Wanwan also knows his character. This person is like a fine grade. The faces that are usually displayed in front of people are cold, intelligent, and decisive, but in private, they are naive and have nothing to do with kindergarten children. The difference, don’t say anything else, have you ever seen the president of Tiantian and Robot Bickering?

Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming with a headache, trying to use words to arouse his professional ambition: "The executives of the two companies are meeting here. It is far-fetched if we sit in the back. Isn't it good to leave the meeting halfway now?"

"What's wrong?" Xi Heming said frankly: "I am the boss in the Xi's Group, and Jiangcheng Technology is your company. We left midway. Does anyone dare to have an opinion?"

Jiang Wanwan was struggling to death: "That's not true, but don't you really finish the meeting? The last robot is still undergoing evaluation."

Xi Heming glanced arrogantly in front of him: "Does this little thing still need our two presidents to do it here? Wanwan, I told you that the company's person in charge is in control of the company's development direction and overall overall situation. The specific work must be entrusted to the employees below, and you must not let tedious transactional work occupy your time and energy."

"Yes, you said that the president can't do everything by himself." Jiang Wanwan squinted at him: "Then why are you leading a team to test the robot yourself today?"

Xi Heming approached her slightly, whispering in her ear with a magnetic and alluring voice: "I came here today just to invite you to dinner."

Jiang Wanwan was startled, turned his head to look at Xi Heming, Xi Heming looked back at Jiang Wanwan's startled gaze, with a smile and gentleness in his eyes.

A strange feeling came from Jiang Wanwan's heart again. She looked back at Xi Heming's focused eyes and her mind was full of question marks. She couldn't help but squeezed in front of Xi Heming: "Brother, tell the truth, do you have something to ask me? Huh? Just tell me if you have something. I think it's a bit weird when I look at it."

The charming atmosphere was caught off guard and was destroyed by Jiang Wanwan. The deep laughter overflowed from Xi Heming's mouth. He looked at Jiang Wanwan's dazed appearance and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, and successfully took her. The delicate bun was combed and rubbed like a golden lion king.

Jiang Wanwan angrily slapped Xi Heming's hands apart, pressing both hands on her hair vigorously, trying to restore her hair to its original shape. But her hair bun had been rubbed by Xi Heming, and it became more chaotic the more she tidied up, and the more she squeezed her breath.

Xi Heming held back a smile and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, mainly because your stupid appearance just now was so cute, I couldn't hold it back."

Jiang Wanwan glared at Xi Heming: "I am also in my twenties. I am considered a president anyway. What does the word cute have to do with me."

Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wan's cheeks bulging like a puffer fish, and endured a smile and nodded seriously: "Yes, it has nothing to do with you. You are not cute, you are an intellectual and intellectual female president."

Jiang Wanwan was quite satisfied with the word intellectual. She looked at her image on the black laptop screen and found that her hair could not be restored by fingers. She simply pulled off her hair circle, and her hair was wavy in the air. After a perfect arc, it hung down and fell on Jiang Wanwan's chest and back.

If Jiang Wanwan wearing a bun is a shrewd and capable image, then Jiang Wanwan with shawl hair in front of her is more feminine. She glanced at Xi Heming slightly from the corner of her eye, and Xi Heming suddenly felt that the look in her eyes was like a hook. He took his soul away.

How come my wife looks so beautiful!

When will such a beautiful daughter-in-law be able to catch her?

Thinking of his cold face to Jiang Wanwan before, Xi Heming regretted it and couldn't wait to thump his chest. At that time, how could he not find Jiang Wanwan as good as he was blind? If it were those days when the eyes and the beads were wise, wouldn't it be so difficult today to chase a wife?

Xi Heming sighed and sighed regretfully, and Jiang Wanwan followed with a sigh, and slammed the screen of the notebook: "Okay, okay, don't sigh, let's go to dinner now?"

Xi Heming immediately raised his spirits: "Okay!"

The two got up at the same time, and the chair made a small noise following their movements. The executives of the Xi Group who were communicating with the robot immediately stopped talking, and looked at each other with difficulty. I don't know what's going on behind.

Although Xi Heming and Jiang Wanwan are sitting at a distance from the people in front of the meeting, they are in the same meeting room after all. Even if the people in front cannot hear the conversation between the two behind, the whispering and occasional laughter are still It will reach the ears of the people in front, but no one dares to look back and see what these two bosses are talking about so much.

Compared with the people of Xi's Group, the people of Jiangcheng Technology are more calm. Since the founding of the company, Jiang Wanwan has given employees the impression that they are approachable and cheerful. It doesn't make people feel strange that they talk a lot and love to laugh a little. But the people of the Xi Group are different. Since he inherited the Xi Group, Xi Heming has always shown people with a serious and cold image. He occasionally smiles at a cocktail party or entertaining customers, but he never laughs. They have heard the sound of laughter, but now they are a little scared after hearing the waves of laughter, and they all start to wonder if Xi is always scared by people, why is it so abnormal?

Hearing the sound of the chair moving behind, people from the two companies dared not look back, pinching their thighs, pretending to hear nothing. Fortunately, Xi Heming soon came to the front, glanced at the executives of the two companies casually, and said indifferently: "You continue to have a meeting, Mr. Jiang and I have important matters. Let's leave."

Jiang Wanwan, who followed, was not too embarrassed to look at the expressions of the employees. Before the meeting was over, he ran to dinner, which did not seem to be the work of two serious presidents. Jiang Wanwan hurriedly nodded to the executives at the meeting, her guilty ears were red: "There is something important, you continue."

Seeing Jiang Wanwan not daring to lift his head, Xi Heming's eyes flashed helplessly, and he stopped and waited for her for a moment. When Jiang Wanwan came over, he walked to her side and blocked the eyes of the employees for her. She left the meeting room side by side.

Watching the two leave, the product manager of Jiangcheng Technology couldn't help sending gossip to Meng Yuming on WeChat: "Xiao Mingming, have you seen it, Mr. Jiang looks so beautiful with his hair down!"

After reading the letter, Meng Yuming smiled slightly: "Yes, it's beautiful."

Putting away the phone, Meng Yuming took a deep breath and nodded to the shocked executive Xi’s who had not recovered yet: "Manager Li, do you have any questions for the robot?"

"Ah...oh..." Manager Li, who had recovered his senses, looked a little dazed. Where did he ask just now?

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Because of a meal, Jiang Wanwan gave up driving by herself at Xi Heming's strong invitation and sat in the seat of the co-pilot of Xi Heming's luxury car. Xi Heming seemed to have prepared this arrangement a long time ago. As soon as he got in the car, he stretched out his hand and opened the drawer in front of Jiang Wanwan's position. There were wet wipes, disposable hand sanitizer, and various snacks.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the contents and looked at Xi Heming in disbelief: "These are all snacks you eat? The more you live, the more innocent you are."

Xi Heming started the engine and smiled at Jiang Wanwan as he fastened his seat belt, "It's prepared for you."

"Prepare it for me!" Jiang Wanwan's voice immediately softened, and pulled out a pack of her favorite beef jerky from it. After wiping her hands with a wet towel, she couldn't wait to open it and pinched one out to bite. He took a mouthful and raised his head just to see Xi Heming's gaze intently.

Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, took the beef jerky in her hand, and took out a new one and handed it to Xi Heming's mouth. Xi Heming smiled silently, lowered his head and took a bite on the beef jerky, the smile in his eyes almost overflowed: "It's delicious."

Jiang Wanwan took her beef jerky out of her mouth and looked at Xi Heming dumbfounded: "Are you asking me to feed you?"

Xi Heming chewed the beef jerky, his eyes moved away from Jiang Wanwan's face, and looked forward very seriously: "You can't leave the steering wheel with your hands while driving."

This is also true!

Jiang Wanwan looked at the beef jerky that had been bitten in her hand, and continued to make an idea somewhat unwillingly: "Then you hold it in your mouth."

Xi Heming rightly refused: "It's too big to bite!"

Jiang Wanwan put her piece of beef jerky into her mouth and said vaguely: "Then you drive well and don't eat it."

Xi Heming smiled faintly, and then took his smile back away, his expression instantly becoming extremely aggrieved: "But I'm hungry!"

Jiang Wanwan looked at him speechlessly: "Mr Xi, you wake up, you are almost thirty years old, not a kindergarten kid."

Taking advantage of the opportunity of queuing out of the garage, Xi Heming turned his head and took away the beef jerky from Jiang Wanwan's hand. He looked at Jiang Wanwan with a smile: "I know that kindergarten children can't fall in love, but I can now."

Jiang Wanwan chuckled, "It sounds like you have a girlfriend."

Xi Heming turned his head and glanced at Jiang Wanwan, then smiled meaningfully, "It will be there soon."

Although it was already time for the evening rush hour after get off work, the restaurant Xi Heming chose was near the outskirts, and there were not too many traffic jams on the road. After driving for more than an hour, Xi Heming’s luxury car parked at the door of an antique house. Two men dressed as housekeepers called the luxury car for a thousand dollars before opening the door and smiling respectfully: “Mr. Xi, you make an appointment. The Changchun Garden has been cleaned up. Please go in for dinner with your wife."

Xi Heming almost couldn't control his smile when he heard the words Madam, but when Jiang Wanwan moved her gaze, she returned to her previous indifferent expression and handed the car key to the housekeeper: "Help me park the car."

Jiang Wanwan looked at the vermilion gate of the ancient house curiously. Although she did not know the ancient architecture very well, she could see that the house was not a new copy, at least two to three hundred years old.

Two rows of maids with lanterns illuminate the road ahead, but due to the season, the sky has dimmed, and even with lanterns, it is not too bright. The seductive flowers and trees in the daytime are a bit less refined because of the gloomy sky, and a bit more gloomy.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the lush flowers and trees next to him, and subconsciously leaned two steps next to Xi Heming: "Where is this place?"

"This ancient house is a house built by the governor of Manchuria after he returned to his hometown. This house is divided into a front yard and a back garden. The front yard is where the family lives. The owner surnamed Fan rented it out with huge sums of money and opened this palace restaurant. It is said that the ancestor of the Fan family was born as an imperial chef and in charge of the imperial dining room. Although the descendants are not as qualified as their ancestors, they can also be made with recipes handed down from their ancestors. Good court food.” Xi Heming said while beckoning a waiter dressed up as a maid to come over, took a delicate glass lantern from her hand and raised it in front of Jiang Wanwan, and asked softly: “Is this a highlight? Up?"

Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming: "It's bright, but you are so considerate that makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Xi Heming smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, I will let you adapt slowly."