Chapter 41： President and blackened boss (9) (1/2)

When Jiang Yu cleaned up and went downstairs, the living room was peaceful but strangely silent.

Xia Qiu sat on the side of the sofa, bending over and rubbing her swollen white ankles, while on the other side of the sofa, the lazy Jiang Yan closed his eyes dullly and lay on the sofa.

As soon as the sight touched Jiang Yan, the mistaken marriage before Xia Qiu floated up again, accompanied by a forbearable anger, and suspicion also fell to Jiang Yu's heart.

Reason forcibly controlled the emotion, he walked freely, rang the bell and rang the bell, and soon, the servant appeared at the door.

”Mrs. Young was also tired after two days of frustration. Go get her water and let her rest early.” Jiang Yu asked coldly, his tone and look were natural.

”Yes, Master.”

Jiang Yan's eyes were dark now, but he suddenly looked towards Xia Qiu with great interest.

The latter stooped, but the hand on his ankle seemed to pause slightly.

Obviously, Jiang Yu wanted to take this all over. If Xia Qiu only used divorce as an excuse to cover up the past, he would naturally borrow a donkey. But he wanted to see if the woman had been up all night. Did she really want to divorce Jiang Yu, or did she have the guts to use him as a shield?

If it was the latter, it would be because she tore Jiang Yu and delighted him, and he would give her a life.

— Of course, just breathe.

Xia Qiu naturally knew what Jiang Yan knew.

What's more, Jiang Yan's unscrupulous look at the show, knowing Jiang Yan's Xia Qiu naturally understands that if she can't let Jiang Yan get a satisfactory answer next time, or if she is taken away again, she will probably never return ...

However, the bow did not turn back, and the tear had already been torn. Jiang Yu wanted to lift it so high and drop it gently, and asked her if she would?

”Why? In order to keep the Jiang family's business, President Jiang University wants to wear a green hat so stably ?!” Yu Yanyan smiled with a calm expression, but instantly ignited the dark fire in Jiang Yu's heart.

The hand holding the magazine tightened constantly, and the thick color page was pinched and creased by him.