57 The rich man is running away and the husband is busy (7)

Hu Fanjing frowned, sometimes feeling that something was wrong. As for what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

It's probably an illusion that I'm too tired from work.

Upstairs, Aunt Lian had just come out from cleaning Miss Huyna's room. She leaned on the railing and saw the owner eating at the table below.

"well……"

Miss, your life is really miserable.

It's a pity that she can't help much as a servant. I just hope that the things prepared for the lady will allow her to live a good life outside.

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Suna successfully moved into her future husband's private villa.

But she was usually alone.

The other party stayed at the company almost every day, and only came back occasionally, and he couldn't talk much.

"Ding."

Click on WeChat.

[Xiao Xuehua: Nana, what’s your situation now? 】

[Her Royal Highness: We have found a place to live, don’t worry. 】

[Little Snowflake: That’s good. Is there enough money? 】

[Her Royal Highness: That’s enough. Xue'er, there's one more thing! 】

[Little Snowflake: What? 】

[Her Royal Highness: I changed my mind, I want to be a model. 】

[Little Snowflake:! ! ! 】

[Little Snowflake: Great! ! 】

On the other side of the phone, Zhang Xuexue immediately slapped the table and stood up.

She said it was a pity that Nana didn't want to be a model. Since the other party finally agreed, she would have to work hard.

She believes they will be able to make new breakthroughs in the industry this time!

Zhang Xuexue excitedly dialed her partner's number.

"Guys! Come on! My bestie is joining us."

"when?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask!"

[Little Snowflake: When will you come? 】

Suna lay leisurely on the sofa, his two thin white calves crossed and swaying.

[Her Royal Highness: Just tomorrow! 】

Zhang Xuexue replied on the phone:

"Tomorrow, Oye!"

My friends are also very curious, and they are so happy. What does the other person's best friend look like?

I don’t want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I can see you tomorrow.

Jiang Lin happened to come back and looked at the little figure on the sofa out of habit.

The girl was still wearing pink pajamas, with her hair hanging loosely.

Her face was fair and clean, with no makeup applied, and her eyes were focused on her mobile phone.

Jiang Lin Dieyi's eyelashes drooped, and for some reason, a slight hint of joy flashed in his heart.

However, I spotted a pile of takeout boxes on the table.

"..."

He paused and returned to the room.

He took off his suit jacket, put on one with slightly longer sleeves, and buttoned the cuffs.

It makes the bone shape of the wrist more perfect.

Before going out again, he looked back at the person on the sofa.

"etc!"

Suna knew he was leaving again and didn't know when he would come back next time.

So I put on my slippers, ran over, and subconsciously pulled the other person's sleeves.

When Jiang Lin heard her shouting, he blinked his eyelashes, but there was no movement. However, his steps stopped obediently and he said Ping:

"how?"

Suna handed over the phone, "Phone number."

Then he added: "Yours."

Jiang Lin stood there, staring at her with eyes as cold as ice and snow.

Just when Suna thought he wouldn't give it and was about to make up a reasonable excuse, his hands were empty.

"Get it."

Didn't ask why. Besides his personal assistant, she was the second person to have his personal phone number.

Suna took the phone calmly and then smiled brightly.

Dial the number again.

The assistant downstairs had already parked the car. Jiang Lin opened the door and sat in the back seat.

He casually took the phone out of his pocket, his slightly curly hair looking delicate and beautiful.