Chapter 85 Jiang Xiaoyuan, Jiang Xiaotuan

Inner Mongolia is much colder than Beijing. The phone was pressed against the wound on Jiang Lian's face, and breath came out of her mouth. She was a little embarrassed: "Two thousand short."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "I won't take money from the Cheng family after I change my job. I only have 500 yuan on me. I'll lend you 1,500 yuan later. You must take good care of the goods and don't make any mistakes."

Two thousand is not a small amount of money. If you buy something that is not worth it, you will suffer a great loss.

Jiang Lian immediately assured: "Don't worry, I will never make a mistake."

"Okay, I'll get the money together and send it to you as soon as possible. You take care of the goods. I'll find time to visit you after the New Year and bring the goods back."

Cheng Shiguan comforted her: "Thank you for your hard work, Lianlian."

Jiang Lian laughed out loud as if relieved: "How could that be? As long as I can marry you, I can do anything. Shi Guan, you are the most important person in my life. No matter how high you stand, I will try my best to be by your side."

Only by being by your side can I become a superior person.

No matter how hard it is, even if she has to crawl on her knees, she will go there.

Cheng Shiguan's heart was moved by these words: "Okay." But for some reason, Jiang Lian's mouth seemed to be filled with honey, but he still felt empty in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Shiguan leaned in his chair in a daze for a long time. He didn't even hear the secretary knocking on the door. When he came to his senses, the person had already walked to his mahogany table. The woman put down the documents and a bag of street snacks.

"Secretary Cheng, I bought some Aiwo Wo on the way back from stamping. You can try it."

Cheng Shiguan had worked in the army for several years, and after being promoted to company commander, he switched to politics. Although his starting point was not high, as a descendant of the Cheng family, he had a bright future.

He has just been assigned here for less than half a year. He is making steady progress in his work and getting along well with his superiors and subordinates.

The woman in front of him was the secretary assigned to him by his superiors. She usually helped him with odd jobs. Cheng Shiguan focused entirely on his work and didn't pay much attention to her. When he heard the three words "Aiwowowo", a soft spot in his heart was touched, and he subconsciously raised his head to glance at the woman.

He wanted to take a quick glance, but his eyes were unexpectedly glued to his eyes.

The woman in front of him was in her twenties, with fair skin, peach blossom eyes, black hair, snow-white skin, and a shallow dimple when she smiled. She was not five times as beautiful as Jiang Wanwan in his memory, but she was five times as beautiful as him, which was enough to make him feel suffocated and his head ache.

"You also like to eat Aiwowow." As he said that, Cheng Shiguan untied the thin hemp rope and opened the oil paper package. The white ping-pong ball-sized Aiwowow was quietly nestled on the oil paper.

He picked up an Aiwo Wo, and suddenly his eyes felt a little sore: "What's your name?"

The woman had been here for half a month, but Director Cheng had never spoken to her. She smiled and introduced herself: "My name is Zhang Yuanyuan."

"Pah..."

Aiwowo fell from Cheng Shiguan's hand onto the table. He looked at the woman in front of him with cold eyes.

Zhang Yuanyuan stepped back in fear: "What, what happened?"

Cheng Shiguan: "Which garden?"

"The small garden is full of spring."

Zhang Yuanyuan answered uneasily.

Cheng Shiguan picked up another Aiwo Wo from the oil paper bag and took a small bite. Various nuts were wrapped under the soft and glutinous skin. It was fragrant, sweet and soft, just like that person.

He asked: "Do you think this thing can be brought to Inner Mongolia?"

Zhang Yuanyuan didn’t know. She wasn’t delivering the goods. “I don’t know.”

Cheng Shiguan: "Get out."

Zhang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked out quickly.

After she went out, Cheng Guan sneered disdainfully.

All the elders who knew Jiang Wanwan knew that Jiang Wanwan's nickname was Jiang Xiaoyuan, and Jiang Beiwang got the nickname from the phrase "The small garden is full of spring light". Because Jiang Wanwan was called Jiang Xiaoyuan, Jiang Beiwang gave his youngest son Jiang Jun the nickname Jiang Xiaotuan.

The brat Jiang Jun hated this nickname and ordered everyone not to call him Jiang Xiaotuan or his sister Jiang Xiaoyuan, otherwise he would think of his own nickname.

Gradually, people stopped calling the brother and sister by their nicknames.

But he always called Jiang Wanwan Xiaoyuan.

...Jiang Xiaoyuan of Cheng Shiguan.

He put the remaining half of the Aiwo Wo on the oil paper, wiped his hands and pinched his high nose bridge. He wondered what faction Zhang Yuanyuan came from to be by his side.

"Oh."

Do those old guys still think that he has to be with Jiang Wanwan?

In the past few years, Jiang Wanwan has become hateful. She is no longer the Jiang Xiaoyuan of the past. He doesn't care about her... As soon as the thought came to his mind, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach. The pain was not like something wrong with his stomach, but rather the pain caused by being too excited and depressed.

But he couldn't explain it clearly. In the past, when he met a woman who looked like Jiang Wanwan, he could deal with her calmly. However, Zhang Yuanyuan had poor acting skills and low means. She couldn't even lie. Her clumsy and pitiful appearance was exactly the same as Jiang Wanwan. Weirdly, he didn't drive her away.

"Jiang Xiaoyuan...Jiang Wanwan..."

Cheng Shiguan looked gloomy and asked, "Do you think of me sometimes?"

…

"No! Absolutely not!"

Jiang Wanwan raised three fingers and said, "Hubby, you have to believe me. You are the person I love most in my life. How could I make clothes and pants for other people?"

Jiang Wanwan came back from Erzhuzi's house and took out the wool to knit a sweater. After knitting for a while, Shen Xingjiang suddenly asked her if she would knit sweaters for other people in the future.

Having seen how jealous this jealous person is, Jiang Wanwan swore, "When we have kids in the future, I won't make clothes for them. Be prepared for me to be lazy and not frugal. Make money and buy clothes for them."

Jiang Wanwan's perfect answer made Shen Cujing very satisfied. He stretched out his hand to hook Jiang Wanwan's chin, his gaze full of oppression, like the moment when a wild beast locked onto its prey.

"Yes, I will not only buy them for them, I will also buy them for Wan Wan. I will buy you the most beautiful clothes in the world."

After saying that, Shen Xingjiang lowered his head and kissed her. There was no gentle prelude. The tip of his tongue probed into Jiang Wanwan's mouth. He absorbed Jiang Wanwan's sweetness frantically and vigorously. Jiang Wanwan's heartbeat accelerated, her face flushed, and physiological tears overflowed from the drooping corners of her eyes.

Her mind was confused and she was led into depraved desire.

Shen Xingjiang pulled out the dangerous knitting needle from Jiang Wanwan's hand and threw it far away. He hooked his hand around Jiang Wanwan's sweater, reached in through the gap, grasped the peaks and squeezed them hard, leaving red finger marks.

"Well...my Wanwan is so sweet."

“Hmm…”

Jiang Wanwan's body softened like water, and her menstrual period gushed out. She frowned in fear: "Husband..."

Shen Xingjiang lowered his neck and bit her delicate collarbone with his teeth: "Baby, help me with your hands... okay?"