Boss on top: My wife is too hot

The two people chose to be together because of the throbbing at the beginning.

Jiang Xiyuan was also puzzled why the young man who had cared for her so much had now turned into someone she didn't recognize.

She just slowly discovered that Zhang Bo's mind was heavy, and his handsome face was full of incomprehensible melancholy, but at some point, his heart slowly built a thick wall, resisting her, unwilling to face anything she says.

Most of the time, Jiang Xiyuan was like an invisible person in front of him.

Except for the constant indifference and quarrels, there are no more carefree years in the past.

Is it because of time, or something else?

The appearance of Lou Xiaoxiao and Lin Wanbai is just the epitome of their unsatisfactory relationship. If there were no cracks and gaps, how could others easily step in?
Thinking of all kinds of things, Jiang Xiyuan said with a wry smile, "Everyone has their own choices. In terms of emotions, there is no right or wrong."

Hearing this, Yin Yueyue raised her head, half understanding, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "So, Miss Jiang will still choose to marry him?"

"The relationship of many years is not easy to break up, there will always be concerns." Jiang Xiyuan did not deny it.

Just thinking a little deeper, but secretly pursed his lips, with self-deprecation, his eyes looked sad.

In name, she is still his fiancée, and everyone in Ningcheng's upper class knows it.But they must all know that for so many years, Zhang Bo has never mentioned the matter of marriage.

Only then did Jiang Xiyuan realize that her role in this relationship was so humble.

Marriage is not up to her to decide.

Breaking up is not up to her to decide.

All the leaders are Zhang Bo, and she doesn't even have any chance to express her opinions.

Suddenly thought of a sentence, a man doesn't want to get married, not because he really doesn't want to get married, but because he doesn't want to marry 'you'.

But if this is the case, why didn't Zhang Bo give her a good time?

Emotional marriage is a science as deep as the sea. If she can really study it thoroughly, she may be married and have children by now, and spend a good time with the person she loves.

After hearing this, Yin Yueyue stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

After that, Ye Shenghao came to the room to check on Jiang Xiyuan once, and confirmed that she had the medicine on her arm, and she was much better, so she left without disturbing her too much.

It may be due to the exhaustion of traveling and traveling, but Jiang Xiyuan slept soundly that night.

Although the arm hurts a few times in the middle, but because the eyelids are too heavy, I don't pay attention to it.

It wasn't until the next day, when I got up from the bed and raised my hand, that my right arm was sore and I couldn't use any strength. I remembered that when I slept last night, it was probably caused by pressing the wound for too long.

Now, I can only rely on my left hand even to put on clothes, which is a bit troublesome.

Especially looking at himself in the mirror, with messy hair from sleeping, feeling depressed.

If I knew that such a mistake would happen, I should have washed my hair yesterday, but now it is greasy and I can’t bear to look directly at it. I still can’t bear to go into the bathroom, soak my hair, squeeze a little shampoo, and try to unlock various hair washing positions.

Just finished washing at this moment, I heard the doorbell faintly.

Jiang Xiyuan bent down, hooked her head, turned off the faucet, checked, tore off the towel, wrapped her hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

Opening the door, Ye Shenghao was dressed in casual attire, leaning quietly by the door.

He has an excellent figure, exuding dignity all over his body, with a leisurely posture of holding a cigarette, which is a little uninhibited.

"Have you had enough sleep? Are you hungry?" This was the first sentence when we met.

Inadvertently, Jiang Xiyuan discovered that he always cared about whether she was sleeping well or not, whether she was hungry or not, even if she was a well-known president, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a nanny.