Chapter 90: Can I wear yoga pants and go hiking with you?



Yulong Bay Villa is a high-end golf villa complex developed by Canglong Group.

The security guard saw a Mercedes-Benz S600L with the license plate [宁A·00002] coming from afar, and hurriedly reminded the new security guard to raise the railing, saluted, and watched the Mercedes-Benz enter the community.

"Remember, the Mercedes-Benz S600 with the license plate number 02 belongs to Second Miss Wen Wan. 01 belongs to First Miss Qing Ya, 03 belongs to the future richest man Wang Xiaoxiao, and 00 belongs to President Wang."

"I remember."

The Mercedes-Benz S600 drove into the parking space of Villa No. 62. Jiang Renzhong got out of the car and returned home with Wang Wenwan's favorite fruit.

As a son-in-law, as the top representative of a gigolo, he must know how to please the "leader" and keep his iron rice bowl.

I forced a smile because Wang Wenwan once said, "I don't like seeing people with sad faces at home."

"Wen Wan, I bought your favorite durian, Wen Wan, Wen Wan."

Two shouts, and don't shout the third time, because Wang Wenwan said, "I'm not deaf. I'm annoyed if I shout twice or three times at home!"

Being a son-in-law of a wealthy family is like being a eunuch serving an ancient princess. You have to understand your master's heart.

right!

Although there is no feudal class now, the top wealthy families live a life like emperors. There are class divisions, but outsiders cannot see them. In the eyes of outsiders, everyone is equal, regardless of rich or poor, noble or humble.

Jiang Renzhong could bear it and took his job as a "son-in-law" very seriously.

With a monthly salary of several million or even tens of millions, and no worries about food, what's so unbearable about that? He even worries about being laid off at any time.

Whoever tries to snatch it from him will be in trouble.

This is a thousand times better than accepting the beatings of society, pleasing others, and working hard as a leek.

You laugh at me for having no dignity as a son-in-law of a wealthy family, and I laugh at you for holding on to your dignity while eating steamed buns.

Jiang Renzhong put the durian on the table and took the private elevator to the master bedroom on the third floor.

There are two master bedrooms, the left one is for the male owner and the right one is for the female owner.

Boom boom boom~

"Wenwan."

Crunch~

The door opened.

Nanny Sister Zhang came out.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

"Is Wen Wan here? I bought her durian."

Jiang Renzhong just looked at the door and didn't dare to go in because Wang Wenwan said, "This is my room, you are not allowed to come in."

"Miss Wenwan went out half an hour ago."

"Where are you going?"

"She said she had a dinner date with someone. She dressed up beautifully and left in an evening gown. She must have an important date."

The nanny said this without hesitation and went to clean up the house.

Jiang Renzhong stood at the door and took a closer look. He saw that in the master bedroom cloakroom, the nanny was tidying up the evening dresses, stockings, underwear, and other items scattered on the floor.

Is it an important date that's why you searched through your closet so thoroughly?

Lin Can!

Jiang Renzhong suddenly thought of him.

So panicked.

I’m not afraid of getting divorced, but I’m afraid of being laid off!

Jiang Renzhong wandered in the corridor for a long time. The nanny glanced at him, sighed, shook her head and continued to clean up. She thought to herself: As the old saying goes, it is not easy to be a son-in-law. You can be any son-in-law, but don't be the son-in-law of the richest man's family. It is not something that ordinary people can do.

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Renzhong plucked up the courage to call the number with the note [Wang Wenwan].

Yes, that’s the note Wang Wenwan said.

"Wife, I rarely call her that because I'll be fined! The fine is millions, so Jiang Renzhong would never dare to call her wife.

Beep beep beep——

It’s connected.

"Hello."

"Wenwan, did you go out to eat?" Jiang Renzhong spoke in a low voice, fearing that his tone would be too high and make Wang Wenwan unhappy.

Details, the self-cultivation of a son-in-law.

He thought that if he was laid off in the future, he would open a "rich son-in-law tutoring class" to teach young people who dream of living off their wives how to please rich women.

"Yeah, let's eat outside."

"With Lin Can?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Arrogance means that when I eat with other men, I don’t care whether you are happy or not.

"Haven't you had lunch yet?"

"What do you want to say? If not, I'm hanging up."

"No, no, no, I just want to ask what time you will be home."

"I don't know. I'm still waiting for him to come for dinner."

"Ah? Lin Can is so arrogant, dating my wife, bah, for dinner, and he wants my wife to wait? How about I call him and urge him to hurry up?"

Damn, I have to pay a fine again, it hurts.

"You don't need to call me to urge me. I've made an appointment at 8 o'clock. If you don't show up, I'll leave. What are you calling about? Are you short of money? Is your mother sick again?"

"No, no, no, my mom is very nice. I just... I just wanted to say... if you still have dinner with me so late at night, people will misunderstand you. After all, you are married."

"Heh, what do you mean, do you mind?"

"Uh… to be honest, I kind of am."

"You should know what kind of person I am, Wang Wenwan. Do you think there's something going on between me and Lin Can?"

"Uh...no."

"Hesitated? Suspicious? Oh, you should know what I'm doing. I want to find out whether Lin Can is related to Lin Miaomiao as the rumors say. But you're just idle every day, only knowing how to spend money this month and how much money I'll give you next month. Look at the eldest sister, look at the third sister, how much they are loved by their father. What about you? Not only can you not help, you can't even be an outsider. My father is sick, what are you doing? What is Lin Can doing? If it weren't for my mother, how could I marry you."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Insulting people?

Stop joking. What era and what family are you in? Entering such a wealthy family as a son-in-law, who can't help his wife at all and even makes things worse, is like a company keeping a high-paid idler. It's an eyesore to look at.

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