Looking at Chen Nian's unconcealed angry words, Jiang Zhao sneered, stroked his fingers across the phone screen, and deleted the information clean again.

The Chen family is indeed the same virtue as before, but they don’t look like they want to ask for others at all.

It's really disgusting.

Jiang Zhao threw away her phone and closed her eyes again. She had to enjoy the rare free days.

As expected, Jiang Zhao did not expect, although she did not give face to the eldest son and grandson of the Chen family, Chen Nian still appeared outside the villa gate with a gentle face on his face early the next morning.

Seeing the nanny downstairs driving people with apologetic expression, Jiang Zhao pulled up the curtains with satisfaction.

Soon, the nanny's cautious voice came from outside the door: "Ms. Jiang, the eldest son of the Chen family has left."

Jiang Zhao responded lukewarmly, but before the nanny wanted to turn around and leave, she called her: "He will come again tomorrow, so please invite someone in."

Maybe it was because I didn’t get Jiang Zhao’s response yesterday, so today’s Chen Nian became much quieter. Even if I was turned away again, I didn’t rush to send a message to ask.

Looking at the quiet cell phone, Jiang Zhao raised the corner of his lips.

This is like more.

The next day, Jiang Zhao specially wore a loose blouse, exposing the blue and purple around her neck.

When Jiang Zhao saw Chen Nian sitting upright on the sofa, she immediately turned red.

"I'm really sorry, I've let Mr. Chen run twice in vain. It's really my body..."

Jiang Zhao rubbed his eyes and sat opposite Chen Nian, his voice hoarse and ugly: "I know why Mr. Chen came here, but I really can't help you."

Chen Nian probably didn't expect Jiang Zhao to look like this now. Looking at the purple purple on her neck, he frowned: "What's going on? Song Muchen actually attacked you?"

Jiang Zhao shook his head: "Don't ask so much. I can only tell you that I am really helpless in what Ah Xue has done. Don't come again in the future. I really can't help you, nor can I help the Chen family."

Chen Nian stood up aloofly: "Song Muchen is really too much. You are a girl from our Chen family at least. He did this and threw the face of our Chen family on the ground and stepped on it!"

He pulled Jiang Zhao's wrist and dragged the person out without saying a word: "Go away, I'll take you to the hospital first. You don't have to worry about other things. The Chen family will make the decision for you!"

The Chen family? The Chen family can't even save their biological descendants, so they have no time to care about what she picked up halfway.

Jiang Zhao sneered in his heart, but his face was still full of sad wind and rain: "Mr. Chen, don't make things difficult for me..."

Chen Nian turned around and gritted his teeth with helpless expressions: "He treats you like this, but you are so devoted to him!"

Jiang Zhao didn't say anything, but covered her face and knelt on the ground and cried.

Chen Nian looked so angry: "You! Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he shook his hand and took a big stance.

After a long time, the nanny came over carefully and reached out to help Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao shook his hand and suddenly bounced from the ground. When she looked at her face, there were no tears.

The nanny was shocked and didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a moment, but she heard Jiang Zhao chuckling and said, "When reporting to your boss, remember to describe it truthfully. Miss Jiang rejected Mr. Chen's request in great pain."

Without waiting for the nanny to reply, Jiang Zhao walked gracefully towards the stairs.

"Oh, and," the woman's fingers slashed across the stair railing, and her smile was like poppy, "Prepare me what to use for sobering soup, I guess, I should use it tonight."
Chapter completed!