My Little Sweet Wife

Chapter 193 - No Matter How Good Qin Gengxin Is, He Isnʼt The One Jiang Ruolan Wants

Xian Zihaoʼs voice came from the gaps between his teeth. ”You are reviewing?”

Jiang Ruolan suddenly felt ashamed, as if divine lightning had struck her. ”I... This is actually... Coincidentally, that ... A colleague of mine secretly took these pictures. Itʼs Ling Groupʼs new manager.” She stuttered

Jiang Ruolan stood next to the laptop like a stone statue.

Xian Zihaoʼs eyes secretly showed a hint of a meaningful sneer as he looked at her. ”Why donʼt I teach you then?”

”Teach me what? Thereʼs no need. I donʼt need to learn in this area!”

He looked at her doubtfully. ”Is that so?”

Itʼs over …

Why was it that the more she tried to defend herself, the more it became impossible for her to turn back.

Jiang Ruolan remained silent with a dejected face. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the mesmerizing actions of the naked couple on the screen. She couldnʼt help but reach out her hand to turn off the video.

In the end, an enlarged image of beauty appeared on the screen with a clear view...

In front of Xian Zihao.

Jiang Ruolan silently cried in her heart. ʼXiong Ruogang, you f*cking caused my death!ʼ

After a while, Xian Zihao finally smiled and said, ”Letʼs eat.”

Having said that, he walked to the door. Before leaving, he paused and glanced at his laptop. He then said lightly, ”Donʼt delete anything. Iʼll check it when I have free time.”

Jiang Ruolan immediately looked at him in surprise, only to see him casting her a disdainful gaze. ”Keep it as proof.”

It wasnʼt until he was out that Jiang Ruolan started to think about it carefully.

She felt that Xian Zihaoʼs actions just now were truly like wasnʼt himself.

Was he angry because she watched other peopleʼs porn videos?

As she thought of this, she turned off the disgusting video on the screen, cursed at Xiong Ruogang viciously, and left the study.

The various types of meat she had previously cooked were gone. The only thing left on the table was a plate of fried lotus roots with fresh seasoning and a bowl of egg soup. It was a simple food. However, for Jiang Ruolan, who was starving to death, this was more appetizing than what she cooked before.

Judging from the taste of the dish, Xian Zihao was indeed not as narrow-minded as she was. The taste was still the same, causing her to sigh in admiration.

As she ate, she said, ”Why is there nothing in this egg soup?” She remembered there seemed to be tomatoes in the fridge.

Xian Zihao looked at him. ”You wasted so many ingredients in one night because of your outrage. In the future, you can only eat one meal for dinner. Eggs or tomatoes. Choose one for yourself.”

”Isnʼt that all because of you--” Reluctantly, Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and focused on eating rice. This was too much! Even eggs and tomatoes had to be separated!

Jiang Ruo Lan stealthily raised her eyes to look at the person opposite her. He was drinking soup and had an elegant and pleasant expression on his face. He did not utter a single word.

The quiet and elegant temperament, as well as the prideful appearance that he had, instantly made the taste of that very simple egg soup delicious.

Wait a minute...

Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and took another sip of the soup. She asked in surprise, ”What did you put in this soup?”

Xian Zihao said flatly, ”I put some cooked dishes in it to make fun of you.”

”I was wondering what kind of smell it was.”

Xian Zihao slowly glanced at her. ”Before you go to bed, memorize the first five points in the ʼXian Groupʼs Staff Regulationsʼ for me.”

Jiang Ruolan immediately glared at him, but he ignored her.

Why did she feel like this entire day had gone wrong!

After the meal, she consciously wanted to go upstairs to continue the investigation. The most important thing was that even now, she still didnʼt remember who the man was. He had a familiar face, but she still couldnʼt see his face clearly, so she couldnʼt accurately search her memories.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, she saw a slender figure of Xian Zihao standing in front of a French window with one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding his cell phone as he answered the call.

The call had been going on for a full three minutes, but he just stood there silently, not saying a single word.

Because his back was to her, she couldnʼt see his expression and didnʼt know who was calling, but by judging by his expression, she guessed that it had something to do with his work.