Chapter 1017 Immediately Change Things My Wife Doesn’t Like
"Grandma, the gentleman is back." Aunt Fang's expression was a little subtle: "Does it... do you add a pair of dishes and chopsticks to the gentleman?"
Just now, Cheng Wanci made way out of dinner, but Aunt Fang said that Ji Tingshen has not come back yet, so Cheng Wanci refused to wait.
Knowing that the couple had a quarrel, Aunt Fang didn't dare to take the initiative.
"This is the Ji family. People with the surname Ji don't need to tell me when they come back," said Cheng Wanci.
Ji Tingshen heard this when he entered the door and suddenly felt that it was not good.
The three children are called in turn:
"dad."
"Big Dad."
"dad."
The children had eaten, and Cheng Cheng took his younger brothers upstairs to play with his eyes.
"Are you still angry?" Ji Tingshen put the gift bag in front of Cheng Wanci: "I didn't tell you clearly before that it was because I was wrong. I apologize to you. Open it and see if I like it."
Cheng Wanci glanced at him.
There is only one signature on the gift bag, and there is no brand logo.
This is a private custom style. A foreign jewelry designer, Cheng Wanci's jewelry is mostly made by this person.
Cheng Wan didn't answer the lyrics.
At this time, several servants came down with a bunch of clothes in their arms.
"Grandma, how do you deal with these clothes?"
Cheng Wanci: "You can do it, if you like it, you can take it to share it."
The servants have worked in the Ji family for several years and have a lot of eyes.
"Grandma, you haven't worn these clothes much, some of them are new styles from the beginning of spring that I just sent..."
"No," said Cheng Wanci.
Ji Tingshen raised his eyebrows, and the clothes were all red.
I thought of the last time Cheng Wanci wore a red coat and went to the office to deliver soup... I seemed to know what the problem was.
He waved his hand and asked the servant to take the clothes away quickly. Ji Tingshen opened the gift bag himself.
It's a ruby necklace.
"Since our young grandma doesn't like those styles, Aunt Fang, call them to send a batch again."
"Okay, I'll be beaten early tomorrow morning." Aunt Fang smiled and stepped down.
Ji Tingshen gestured to Cheng Wanci's necklace:
"Don't worry about the clothes for now. My wife tried this. The gem I specially asked someone to get. After waiting for more than half a year, it finally arrived."
Cheng Wanci looked at him: "Why don't you care about clothes? I don't want so many clothes I haven't tried before, so don't you ask why?"
Ji Tingshen saw that the opportunity had come and quickly said:
"I'll change the things that my wife doesn't like immediately. What's there to ask?"
Cheng Wanci glanced at her with a smile:
"Don't you like me wearing red the most?"
"Who said it? I like it no matter what color you wear. The red you are as passionate as fire, the white you are fairy-like, the green is full of vitality, the purple is sexy and charming, black..."
"Shut up." Cheng Wanci's face turned green: "Stop pretending to be confused by understanding me here."
Ji Tingshen sighed: "This is a really misunderstanding. If you don't throw away your clothes, I don't know that you actually care about this. Sister Qingyan likes to wear red clothes, and I didn't even pay attention. But for the first time, you appeared in front of me in a red skirt, and my soul was hooked away by you."
"It has nothing to do with others."
Cheng Wanci Hehe: "What a coincidence?"
Ji Tingshen spread his hands: "It's not that coincidental."
Of course, it is impossible for Cheng Wan to believe so easily.
She doesn't like to wear red clothes.
Originally, her appearance was a bit charming, but if she wore red or some sexy styles, it would be even more charming, which was somewhat inconvenient in the workplace.
It was Ji Tingshen who liked her to wear red, and often coaxed her to wear it on the bed.
Thinking of Cheng Wanci's face was not good-looking.
It has nothing to do with Ye Qingyan?
Ghost letter.
Lei Xing came in with a cell phone:
"Sir, you have your phone number."
Ji Tingshen: "Who called it?"
Lei Xing looked at Cheng Wan's lyrics: "Yes, yes..."
"This ruby necklace should be given to your sister Qingyan. People like red..." Cheng Wanci stood up with a loud voice, snatched the necklace and threw it into his arms: "...more suitable."