Chapter 4： Throw the marriage certificate back into the suitcase, Jiang...

Throwing the marriage certificate back into the suitcase, Jiang Wanwan took out the wallet in the suitcase, which contained her ID card and a bunch of bank cards. I glanced at the date of birth on my ID card, and it was my birthday, but I was ten years younger than me.

Jiang Wanwan really smiled helplessly this time. She happened to be 23 years old when she started her own business, and now she has returned to this node with nothing.

No, it's not nothing. She now has 50 million debts and a marriage certificate like a deed of sale.

Jiang Wanwan sighed depressed, took her mobile phone back to the bedroom and sat on the bay window. After pressing the power button, the camera recognized the face and automatically unlocked. When Jiang Wanwan saw the 99 messages prompted by WeChat, she clicked in, and her portrait flashed into a ball.

Jiang Wanwan watched them one by one. Basically, it was the words of her girlfriends who were envious of the blessings. I don't know if the feelings are plastic or not. Anyway, looking at the blessings is quite sincere.

When she turned to the bottom, Jiang Wanwan saw that the name of one of the WeChat accounts was Seliya, her hand stopped, and she clicked on the portrait.

If she remembers correctly, the plastic girlfriend who introduced Jiang Wanwan to Xiao Bailian in the novel is Silia.

Opening Silia's dialog box was different from the blessings of others who were full of screens. She apologized for not attending the wedding because she was unwell, and then said that she had prepared a wedding gift for her and wanted to bring it to the door in person.

Jiang Wanwan did not reply to her. Instead, she flipped up and checked the chat records of the two previous people. Only then did she discover that this "girlfriend" had just been added as a friend last month, and the first sentence Seliya sent was: " You are the sister Wanwan who is engaged to Brother Heming, I am his sister."

Judging from the content of the chat, the original owner was quite alert at the beginning, after all, she was already engaged to Xi Heming at that time, knowing that he was an only child, there was no sister at all. But I have to say that this Silia has a very good way of trying to figure out people’s hearts. From time to time, I mentioned in the chat that I already have a boyfriend, and I often show off my affection, but I listened to her throughout the whole process, even Zhang and her boyfriend took photos. Never posted.

After the original owner put down his guard, Seliya mentioned the story of Xi Heming’s childhood and school. The original owner knew very little about Xi Heming’s affairs. Seeing that Seliya was willing to take the initiative to tell her this, she really regarded her as a good person. Soon he opened his heart and became good friends with Silia. Not only did the two often make appointments to go shopping for afternoon tea, but Jiang Wanwan also told Seliya about Xi Heming's indifference to him.

As a caring "best friend", Seliya gave her some ideas, sending chicken soup to the company, taking the initiative to give her a hug, and taking precautions against female secretaries are all her tricks. The original owner was very simple, not long after graduation, and not rich in love experience. Not only did he believe Seliya's suggestion, but he also implemented it thoroughly.

Jiang Wanwan sighed when she saw this and covered her forehead. The original owner was really a solid-eyed child, just like Xi Heming's sex. She was so cold that she hated the woman who took the initiative to hug him. These routines go to him. For personal use, it is strange that he can have a good impression of the original owner.

Jiang Wanwan flipped through the chat records again and couldn’t help laughing when she saw that the original owner invited Silia to be the bridesmaid. It is estimated that Silia at the time was frustrated when she saw the news. She wanted to be a bridesmaid, she obviously wanted to. Be the bride!

After Jiang Wanwan watched the chat between the two, and just about to close the chat interface, Seliya sent a voice. Jiang Wanwan clicked, and a pitiful and charming female voice came out from the inside: "Wan Wan , Are you angry because I didn’t go to your wedding today? People are really uncomfortable in the morning. But I feel better now. I want to go to your house and give the wedding gift I prepared for you. Here you are."

Jiang Wanwan almost laughed out loud. This Seliya is really too shameless. Can you wait to get close to Xi Heming as her "best friend"? She was not the original owner, so she naturally didn't believe what Silia said about being close to Xi Heming and growing up with Xi Heming as a brother and sister.

From the way Xi Heming looks like a dog, you can guess that he was a difficult master when he was a child. People of his age may not be able to make friends with him. It is strange that a girl who is seven or eight years younger can be as close to him as a sibling. If these two people really have such a good relationship as Seliya said, then she doesn't have to spend much time on her body, she should have dragged Xi Heming to get married long ago.

Looking at the voice sent by Seliya, Jiang Wanwan curled her lower lip and replied in the tone of the original owner: "My dear, I want you to come, too, but Heming said that I don't like outsiders coming home, so I can't help him. You have a good relationship with him, you can talk about him, how can you be so hypocritical!"

After the news was sent, Seliya didn't reply for a long time, and she was probably very angry. Jiang Wanwan sneered. Although she has no interest in Xi Heming and does not plan to maintain this marriage, it does not mean that she will hand over Xi Heming to Seliya.

Although the tragic experience of the original owner has its own problems, it is also inseparable from Silia's careful planning and long-term and subtle brainwashing. If Seliya stopped here, it would be fine. If she still wanted to calculate her with the method of calculating the original owner, she definitely wanted this green tea **** to know what it was like to despair.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan sent Seliya another message: "Heming asked me to try the dress I will wear when I go home tomorrow. I will not talk to you for now, and I will go to have afternoon tea when I have time."

Silia still didn't reply to the message, and Jiang Wanwan estimated that she might have lost her mobile phone because of her anger.

She teased the next Silia to make Jiang Wanwan feel good. After she exited the chat box, she found a message from a person whose remark was "Daddy", asking her how she was getting along with Xi Heming, and asking her to take care of herself and don’t grow old. It's playing games and staying up late.

Although only a few short sentences, I can see the concern that lies between the lines, but when I think of the fifty million that Xi Heming said, Jiang Wanwan puts back some of the touches that have just risen, and her heart is mixed.

The reply was typed and deleted, and finally Jiang Wanwan closed the dialog box. It's too difficult to know what the other person is thinking through the screen and only relying on text communication. She must go back and ask what's going on in person.

Throwing the phone aside, Jiang Wanwan lay on the soft bed and fell asleep quickly. I don't know how long there was a knock on the door: "Madam, it's dinner."

Jiang Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at the dim and unfamiliar environment of the room for a moment. When she heard the name "Mrs.", the goose bumps all came out. She was used to being called Mr. Jiang. This madam is really true. It's not very suitable.

After washing, Xi Heming was already sitting at the table when Jiang Wanwan came out, waiting for her to have dinner.

Although it was only May at this time, the weather was already very warm. At this temperature, Xi Heming not only wore trousers and a shirt, but also fastened the buttons on his collar tightly, for fear that Jiang Wanwan would see a piece of his own flesh.

Jiang Wanwan sneered at Xi Heming's defense. She didn't mean to see his abdominal muscles. How could this man hold such grudges? He doesn't have the grace to be a president at all.

Walking to the other side of the dining table, Jiang Wanwan sat down opposite Xi Heming. Xi Heming was stunned when she saw her wearing ordinary home clothes, her hair was tangled randomly, and there was no makeup on her face.

After getting engaged, every time Jiang Wanwan came to see him, she always had an exquisite makeup, and the bags she matched with her clothes and shoes had never been repeated. Even the perfume smelled differently, which was exhausting.

Xi Heming has never seen such women in recent years, whether attending cocktail parties or business entertainment. Those who dared to join Xi Heming were either celebrities with his family background or superhuman-looking beauties. Compared with them, Jiang Wanwan is really nothing special. Naturally, it won't cause Xi Heming to treat him differently.

But now that Jiang Wanwan, who has a plain face and casually dressed, sits in front of him, it makes Xi Heming feel a little special. But when she thought of her coming out in a comfortable dress, she was bound by the trousers and shirt. Xi Heming felt a little unbalanced. He couldn't help but venomously said: "Jiang Wanwan, are you entering the role too quickly? You are not. Do you think your clothes are too casual?"

"I'm used to wearing more comfortable and casual clothes at home." Jiang Wanwan raised her eyes and glanced at Xi Heming: "Does President Xi like to tie his shirt so tightly when he is at home? I'm not afraid of strangling myself to death."

Xi Heming subconsciously raised his hand and touched the button on his neck. He didn't feel much about it when he used to tie it, but now she feels a little panicked when she talks about it.

Without waiting for Xi Heming's return, Jiang Wanwan added slowly: "If you want to say that this is not my home, I can just go back to live in my own home, so that we don't have to look at the two phases and get tired of each other. "

Seeing Jiang Wanwan's expectant eyes, Xi Heming couldn't help but laugh, he had never seen such a woman, turning his face faster than turning a book!

"You can go home if you want!" Xi Heming cut a piece of cattle and put it in his mouth, and said slowly: "Let your father return fifty million back and you can go!"

Jiang Wanwan's face turned green in an instant, but she said that she just took out fifty million yuan and read it. Is this using fifty million yuan as a curse?

Seeing Jiang Wanwan speechless, Xi Heming took the time to lift the red wine glass to Jiang Wanwan and smiled slightly: "Mrs. Xi, happy wedding!"

Jiang Wanwan glanced at him and said dullly, "I look forward to the day when you tell me a happy divorce."

Xi Heming took a sip of red wine, put down the glass and cut the steak elegantly with a knife and fork: "I'm looking forward to that day too, but it's a pity that I have to wait until five years later."

"It won't be so long. I will try to return the money to you within three years!" Jiang Wanwan took a deep breath and cheered up again. Looking at the exquisite dishes on the table, she pushed the steak aside in front of her, turned her head and asked the nanny next to her: "Is there any rice? Could you please serve me a bowl."

The babysitter was dumbfounded by the conversation between the two. Seeing that Jiang Wanwan wanted to eat rice, she quickly took the opportunity to return to the kitchen and soon brought out a small bowl with a half bowl of rice in it.

Jiang Wanwan took a deep breath and smiled helplessly: "Auntie, I am not a bird, please change me a larger bowl and fill it up for me."

"Okay... OK..." The nanny hurriedly took the rice away, and after a while he brought a bowl full of rice and placed it in front of Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan sandwiched a piece of beef stew with red wine, a bite of rice, a bite of meat, a bite of shrimp, and a bite of greens. If you want to earn 50 million back quickly, you must start a business. To start a business, you must have a good body to carry it. To have a good body, you must eat well and exercise.

Xi Heming watched her eating gluttonously, ignoring herself, and couldn’t help thinking of her prejudice when she provokes herself before marriage. He couldn’t help but stabbed her: "I remember the last time you ate with you, your appetite was very small. After a meal, I didn’t eat more or less. It turned out to be a pretend at the time!"

His eyes fell on Jiang Wanwan's half-missed rice, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face.

Jiang Wanwan, who had regained his fighting power, put a large piece of braised fish in her bowl and looked up at him: "Oh, that time because you were so narcissistic that I lost my appetite, and I couldn't eat any appetite naturally. Stuff."

Although Xi Heming didn't like the way Jiang Wanwan pestered herself like a **** before marriage, it was obvious that she felt a little suffocated when she mocked herself without mercy.

He tugged at his collar, untied the top button, and replied unwillingly, "Then I have an appetite this time? You are really fickle!"

"I don't feel nauseated when I'm used to it." Jiang Wanwan's eyes rolled around his throat, and she suddenly laughed softly: "Mr. Xi, didn't the buttons on your neckline be tightly fastened just now? Now you unbutton them. Don’t you want to look for opportunities to seduce me?"

Xi Heming: "..."

Jiang Wanwan deliberately looked down his neck, with an ambiguous smile on her face: "Mr. Xi, you are quite capable of making a fuss!"