The boss always wants to smack me

Xie Wanyi didn't seem worried at all.

He said flatly: "I bought his information."

Ling Yu heard the words, thought for a while, and instantly realized!

Although the organization stipulates that the resources of the organization cannot be used for revenge.

But as a buyer, I bought the grandson's information...

That organization will never interfere again!

Oops, as expected of Xie Wanyi, my mind is spinning fast!

That's right, it costs a little.

But just relying on the small treasury accumulated by the two of them for many years of missions, this expense is not worth mentioning!

Ling Yu returned to his foolish look, and then asked gossipingly, "Then how did the grandson offend you?"

President Xiao Wang didn't offend Xie Wanyi.

It was disrespectful to Jiang Motian.

But this made him more angry than offending Xie Wanyi!

He didn't think too much about the reason.

At this moment, he only wants to make Mr. Xiao Wang unlucky!

Since Mr. Wang relies on his own identity, then...

Just destroy what he is proud of!

Xie Wanyi's finger pressed a button.

A document that was enough to destroy President Xiao Wang was sent out.

……

At noon, it is the time when the sun is most abundant.

Under the scorching sun, Jiang Motian hugged a sundial and circled around the yard.

Finally, she chose a place and put the things down.

The moment he put down the heavy object, Jiang Motian was visibly relieved.

Then she clapped her hands and straightened up.

Standing under the shadow, Wei Yangyang looked at Jiang Motian's operation, and said in a puzzled voice, "Why did you get this thing?"

"Feel the time."

"Watches can tell the time differently?"

Jiang Motian shook his head, and replied, "Not simple enough."

This answer...

Forget it, the brain circuits of painters are different from those of ordinary people.

However, the taste buds of painters are still the same as that of ordinary people.

Wei Yangyang thought of something, and said with a smile: "It's drying outside, let's drink some mung bean paste."

Jiang Motian was neither thirsty nor tired.

But when Wei Yangyang said mung bean paste...

Her mouth became dry in an instant, she even licked her lower lip, and said, "Then go eat something first."

Wei Yangyang happily entered the studio with Jiang Motian.

The sunlight outside was too dazzling, and when they returned indoors suddenly, both eyes were dark for a moment.

After two or three seconds, the two got used to the light in the room.

then……

Jiang Mo sighed sweetly.

Every time Wei Yangyang comes, he always packs a lot of bags.

This time is no exception.

At this moment, there are large and small bags and boxes on the ground.

Jiang Motian didn't even need to ask.

If asked, Wei Yangyang would say——they are all necessities of life.

But Jiang Motian doesn't need so many necessities.

Hey!

Jiang Motian over here sighed silently.

And Wei Yangyang deftly pulled out two plastic airtight cups from a bag.

She opened one, handed it to Jiang Motian, and said, "This is the mung bean paste I boiled myself, with ice added, it's cool and delicious!"

Jiang Motian took it, sat down and took a sip.

Well, the taste is very good.

After taking one bite, I want to have another bite.

Seeing that Jiang Motian couldn't stop eating, Wei Yangyang happily raised the corners of his lips.

My heart is also sweet.

After that, Wei Yangyang looked around the studio...

Hey, what about the painting hanging on the easel?

Wei Yangyang was about to ask a question, but then he thought of something, and asked again: "Have you handed in the entries?"

"Ah."

This answer made Wei Yangyang exhale a long breath, and said: "I am relieved."

"But I'm worried, I'm worried that I'll trip over when I walk."

Jiang Motian's words were actually pointing to Wei Yangyang.

I think she gave too much.

But Wei Yangyang didn't know it, his eyes widened, and he said, "Just put things on the shelf. If you're too lazy to classify, I'll do it."

"You...you know I didn't mean that."

"But it's not good to be prepared."

"But also..."

Jiang Motian looked at Wei Yangyang's pure eyes, and suddenly closed his lips.

Forget it, people also have good intentions, and they keep saying some frustrating words, which is quite disappointing.

Jiang Motian shook his head, and decided to classify the things on the ground with Wei Yangyang.

While they were tidying up, Wei Yangyang exchanged the latest gossip with Jiang Motian: "Have you heard, that little grandson of the Wang family who can't do anything and eat everything is actually not a member of the Wang family!"

Jiang Motian raised her eyebrows and said, "Where did this gossip come from?"

"It's not just gossip, the Wang family has already started a quarrel, and even drove Mr. Wang out! He doesn't care about anything now!"

nothing?

That kind of crooked guy deserves nothing.

Jiang Motian snorted softly, and kept moving her hands.

And Wei Yangyang continued to say: "By the way, Mr. Xiao Wang deliberately leaked the previous information leak, the purpose is to seize power!"

Wei Yangyang deliberately emphasized his tone.

Looking forward to Jiang Motian joining in and discussing with her.

result……

Jiang Motian just listened quietly without saying a word.

This made Wei Yangyang hang his shoulders, and muttered: "Your reaction is too flat."

"It's too common for this kind of thing to happen among big families. If you dig deeper, no one is really innocent."

"Who said that, your family is innocent!"

Jiang Motian shrugged, and asked back: "If my second brother makes a move, how can there be any innocence?"

Ah this...

Wei Yangyang's lips moved, but he didn't answer.

She thought for a while, and asked a hypothetical question: "If one day your second brother suddenly settles down and finds a girlfriend, your parents should be very happy, right?"

Who knows, Jiang Motian immediately gave a negative answer: "No, they only think that my second brother has been impersonated."

Jiang Motian's words made Wei Yangyang laugh.

Immediately, she added: "Things are impermanent, you have to have some confidence in your second brother."

"Hey, I hope he can give us a miracle too."

After the words fell, Jiang Motian's fingers touched something hard.

She picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was a large insulated lunch box.

"You are..."

Wei Yangyang glanced at it, and then introduced: "The aunt at home made soybean trotters, rock sugar knuckles, braised chicken wings, and cauliflower in a pot. I thought, aren't these all your favorite dishes, so I brought them for you. Some."

When you hear this, there are loopholes.

It was clearly Wei Yangyang's specially prepared meals according to Jiang Motian's taste!

Jiang Motian didn't pierce, but touched the lunch box with a smile.

Then asked: "Is it still the aunt who cooked rice?"

"Yes, yes, you came to my house to play before, and even praised that aunt's craftsmanship."

Jiang Motian had an impression of this.

That time when she went to Wei's house, because she ate too much, she accumulated food when she returned home. She drank porridge for a week.

At this moment, Jiang Motian opened the lid of the lunch box and smelled it.

Still a familiar taste!