Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Ren Jing continued, "I'm not targeting you, and I don't have the right to let you cook. I just worry that my son will find a wife in the future, but he will always worry about having no food and starving to death."

The sarcasm made people numb, and Jiang Xiyuan's smile gradually became awkward. She knew that Ren Jing had never really recognized her. If Zhang Bo hadn't insisted, Ren Jing might not have agreed to their engagement.

In the face of deliberately making things difficult, Jiang Xiyuan had nothing to say.

"You're here." At this time, Zhang Bo, dressed in casual home clothes, came from the study.

He is tall and straight, exuding an unconcealable masculinity all over his body, his slightly wrinkled brows are slightly melancholy, and there is a faint light in his deep eyes.The steps are dignified, calm and introverted.

"En." Jiang Xiyuan nodded lightly, as if relieved.

Zhang Bo met his warm eyes, and then avoided them for a moment, "What to drink, let the servants make it for you."

Because Zhang Bo's appearance interrupted Ren Jing's ridicule, Jiang Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Zhang Boqing's light tone was polite and polite, as if he was treating a very ordinary visitor. Invisibly, there was a relationship between them. A barrier separates the two worlds.

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty." She replied heartily, but her face also responded to the corresponding etiquette.

"After standing for so long, let's sit and talk." Zhang Bo walked to the sofa and sat down casually, with his back straight and proud like a mountain peak.

Just when she was about to sit down, she remembered the gift in her hand. Jiang Xiyuan hurriedly smiled, "By the way, Auntie, I have been busy with my father's affairs and have not been able to visit in person. Please forgive me. I also bought some for you this time." Tonic, I remember last time you said that Fred's pastries are pretty good, I specially picked some for you, hoping to match your taste."

"The situation in your family is already so bad, and you still have money to support the scene? Don't give it away next time, do you really think I'm old when it's supplements every time?" Ren Jing glanced contemptuously, a little disgusted, "And These Fried pastries don’t feel very good now, and I don’t have much appetite when I look at them.”

The hand that was about to open the bag of pastries suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the fingers slightly buckled the rope of the gift box. They lined up early in the morning to choose all the flavors, but they became worthless in Ren Jing's eyes.

I had already guessed it, but I was also a little sad.

After a while, the slightly stiff smile faded away, and Jiang Xiyuan spit out the words gently, "It's okay, wait until you have an appetite. If the supplements are not suitable, I will choose carefully next time."

"Hmph." Ren Jing snorted coldly, turned her face away and stopped talking.

"This is also her wish." Zhang Bo said at the right time, and asked his servants to take the things in.

Alternately, Jiang Xiyuan accidentally knocked off the magazine on the edge of the table, squatted down to pick it up, but was slightly stunned.

Her heart suffocated for no reason, and the pain intertwined, making her take a deep breath.

Seeing this, Ren Jing pulled the magazine from Jiang Xiyuan's hand indifferently, and squinted at her, "Our company is as big as Zhang Bo, with heavy public and private affairs. The photos are not surprising. If you want to enter the Zhang family, you should have some measure, if you hang yourself in tears just by saying a few words, it is really not suitable."

Jiang Xiyuan lowered her eyes slightly, without arguing.

It turned out that she was the only one who cared most about the late-night tryst with Lou Xiaoxiao, and she was the only one who felt wronged.