Chapter 4： Throw the marriage certificate back into the suitcase, Jiang... (2/2)

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!"