C220 Son live with you wife live with me

"Tomorrow?"

"If you want to translate it, it's as simple as ascending to heaven, and none of you will make a mistake." Chen Xi thought for a while, since he had no plans to return to the Jiang Clan in the next few days.

At most, he would just find Wen Mengyang at night to squeeze around, and would be able to talk to him.

Who cares if it was Chiang Zian or others, they would all be forgotten.

"Then leave me your phone number, or else I'm afraid you'll run away." He Shuhao joked as he took out his phone and dialed a number, passing it to Chen Xi.

"How is it?"

"I still can't contact Xier?" Jiang's Mother watched as Jiang Mochuan continuously called Chen Xi, but the call never went through.

"Mom, did my dad say something unpleasant today?" Jiang Mochuan understood Chen Xi the best. As long as others didn't say anything too unpleasant, she wouldn't usually get angry.

He would not leave just like that.

Only if the other party had said something that stung her heart would she be so impulsive.

"Your father said that Xier didn't have a home tutor, so Xier left." Jiang's Mother was startled for a moment, and said softly.

"I knew it, tell my father that if you don't want to see Xier again, bring him back for me to take care of. Xier and I will live our lives in the house."

"If there's nothing else, don't bring Yuechen here to the house." When Jiang Mochuan heard Jiang's Mother's words, he knew that his guess was right.

Thinking about it, his wife was more important than his son.

His son could live by his parents, but his wife couldn't live without him.

"You stinking brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Do you think Yuechen won't miss you guys if he comes with us?" Jiang's Mother also wanted Jiang Yuechen to meet him, but the problem was that Jiang Yuechen himself was not willing.

"Alright Mom, stop being so noisy."

"I'll have Lin Yang investigate where Xier is." Jiang Mochuan felt dizzy from Jiang's Mother's words and quickly interrupted him. He picked up the phone and picked up the desk phone, telling Lin Yang to check Chen Xi's license plate to see where his car was parked at.

"Mom, you stay at the company for a while, I'm going out." Jiang Mochuan's phone received the message from Lin Yang on his WeChat.

"Is there any news of Xier?"

"Wait for me, I'll go with you." When the Jiang's Mother heard that Jiang Mochuan wanted to go out, he knew what Jiang Mochuan wanted to do.

Without any delay, he grabbed the coat that he threw aside from the sofa.

"Mom, you stay at the company for a while."

"I'll go and fetch Xier back." Jiang Mochuan felt a headache looking at Jiang's Mother.

"Seeing that your family is so rich with such an identity, why would you want to open a translation company?" He Shuhao noticed the car keys that Chen Xi had placed on the table.

"Why do you want to be independent? There are so many reasons." Actually, in Chen Xi's heart, he did not want to work at Jiang Mochuan's company every day. In the end, even though he had been relying on himself to eat and drink, he was still labeled as Jiang Mochuan's money every day by the Jiang's Father.

"It's rare to see a girl like you."

"I guess it's because someone around you always misunderstands that you spent your husband's money, right?" He Shuhao looked at Chen Xi who was seated opposite him with praise.

He realised that there were not many girls like Chen Xi anymore.

Many people were born with a golden spoon in their mouth. Even their late twenties were asking for money from their families.

But it was rare to see money that was earned like Chen Xi. It was obvious that after marrying a good husband, she didn't have to work so hard, and yet she didn't lower her head to anyone: She still had to rely on herself.

He Shuhao didn't realize that he was about to be subdued and subdued by Chen Xi.

"The matter of the Wealthy Class is too deep."

"I only wanted to be an ordinary person."

"Who would have thought that they would get married to a rich family by mistake." Chen Xi lamented.

"It seems that I have to call you Sister Xi from now on. How can this be called going astray? This is called carrying the ring of a female lead." He Shuhao joked.

"If I really brought the female lead's aura with me, I would be able to smile and wake up even in my dreams." Chen Xi glared at He Shuhao and said.

He didn't notice that there was someone looking at him from behind.

"Sister Xi, do you know the Jiang Mochuan at the door?" was the first one to notice that Jiang Mochuan had been watching him from the entrance. He Shuhao was not at ease, hence he decided to ask Chen Xi to be at ease.

Such a big character like that, He Shuhao remembered that he saw the unfathomable standing at the entrance at the other author's press conference.

"That ~ my husband." Chen Xi turned his head to take a look, just in time to see Jiang Mochuan standing at the door and looking straight at him.

"Is that your husband?" He Shuhao was a little shocked.

Before returning to their country, they heard a lot of strangers talking about Jiang Mochuan meeting his true love.

I didn't expect such a coincidence.

Jiang Mochuan's true love was right in front of him.

Where did this luck come from? Who could tell him?

"Xier, go back." Jiang Mochuan didn't ask He Shuhao why he was with a man.

"What for?"

"I'm talking about something." Chen Xi did not vent all the anger he had with the Jiang's Father at home on Jiang Mochuan, because it really had nothing to do with Jiang Mochuan.

Chen Xi instead pulled Jiang Mochuan along to sit beside him and introduced him, "This is He Shuhao, a writer. The novels I read everyday were all written by him: I only got to know him after coming to the book shop."

"This is my husband, Jiang Mochuan." Chen Xi didn't want Jiang Mochuan to lose too much face in front of an outsider. He pointed at He Shuhao and explained to him how he knew He Shuhao.

This fact greatly satisfied the vanity in Jiang Mochuan's heart.

This also made He Shuhao realize that Chen Xi's words about marriage were true and not a joke.

"Director Jiang, do you remember when we met?" He Shuhao and Jiang Mochuan both politely nodded at each other.

He Shuhao was the first to speak.

"Hmm?" Jiang Mochuan really couldn't remember where he had seen He Shuhao before.

"It was at the Mountain Folk New Books' press conference."

"You were his investor that day, did you forget?" He Shuhao said.

"Yes, I know." Jiang Mochuan nodded.

The ice face that hadn't changed for ten thousand years made Chen Xi feel extremely awkward.

"Oh yeah, I'm talking about his new translation with He Shuhao. I want to translate his new book into the English version." Chen Xi found a topic to discuss with Jiang Mochuan.

"No, you'll be very tired." Jiang Mochuan rejected Chen Xi's idea mercilessly.

Hearing Jiang Mochuan's objection, He Shuhao himself also had an awkward expression.

'Boss, can you not reject it so quickly?

'I'm more or less a well-known writer. Can't you give me some face? '

He Shuhao thought sorrowfully in his heart.