The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

Xiao Chuchu frowned tightly, crossed her arms around her chest for two seconds, hesitated, sighed softly, and walked away as if accepting her fate.

Li Zijie raised his eyebrows and followed her, with a long arm on her shoulder.

She took his hand away with a cold face, but within a few seconds he put it on again.

After a few times, Xiao Chuchu kicked him directly on the leg.

"If you put your hands up again, I will still kick."

Li Zijie rolled his lips and smiled, "That's also a happy kick."

Xiao Chuchu rolled her eyes, "I'm sick!"

After speaking, she got into the car, followed closely by Li Zijie.

"Why didn't you tell me that Wen Jing is your friend?" Li Zijie said.

"Why did I tell you? You and Gu Yichi vented out of the same nostrils, and it was too late for me to avoid you. How could I tell you!"

"You think I won't help you?"

"Yes." Xiao Chuchu replied affirmatively.

"You should think about it, in case I will help you."

"Oh, don't think about it, you are friends who are too fat to wear a pair of trousers."

Li Zijie raised his eyebrows, "I have a good relationship with him, but I would rather wear a pair of pants with you."

Xiao Chuchu gave him a disgusted look.

After that, she didn't speak any more along the way...

*

After Li Zijie and his group left, another group of people came to the airport.

The leader of this group is Beichen Yuqing.

He received news that Xiao Chuchu fled to the airport.

Beichen Yuqing thought she was going to run away completely, so she hurried over, but she missed it.

Unexpectedly, he was one step later than Li Zijie.

Xiao Chuchu was arrested by him again.

Beichen Yuqing stood quietly at the place where Xiao Chuchu got into the car and left, with deep eyes.

He stayed up all night last night.

I kept thinking about her, and kept blaming myself. It was he who got her out of here.

'Chu Chu, come back, I'll let you handle it. '

This is his heartfelt voice, but it's a pity she can't hear it...

Li Zijie and the others returned to the Li Family Manor.

Wen Jing rushed to Xiao Chuchu's side as soon as she got off the car.

Of course Xiao Chuchu was protecting her and took her back to her room.

After Wen Jing couldn't see Gu Yichi, her tense nerves eased a lot.

"Chuchu, Mr. Li is your boyfriend?"

Xiao Chuchu supported her forehead, "Shouldn't your focus be on your paintings?"

"Oh, yes, I'm just curious."

"……He is not."

"what?!"

"Come on, how do you get the painting back?"

Speaking of Wen Jing's depression, "I... I don't know."

"..."

"I promised to sell the painting to someone else, and finally got it back, but he snatched it away again. I must not break my promise with others. At worst, I will fight him!"

"You can't beat him."

"..." Wen Jing was even more disappointed, "Then what should I do?"

Xiao Chuchu pondered for a while, and then said: "Steal it out!"

Wen Jing was puzzled, "How?"

"Don't worry about it beforehand. We need to think about it and come up with a plan."

The only thing Xiao Chuchu could think of was stealing.

Absolutely no way to get it back.

And you can't win.

If you steal it, there is still a chance of winning.

But this is Li Zijie's territory, they are 'good brothers'.

This really needs to be carefully calculated.

Because the painting will be given to the seller in the future.

This is the biggest difficulty.

A surefire solution is necessary.

Wen Jing didn't rest well from yesterday to today.

Especially when she was in Independent Island last night, she was always uneasy, and she didn't sleep all night.

At this moment, lying on Xiao Chuchu's bed is extremely sleepy.

Xiao Chuchu looked at her and complained, "Little mirror, you really have a big heart."

Wen Jing didn't even want to open her eyes, and replied lazily, "Otherwise I should cry?"

To be honest, she hasn't experienced much and is not strong enough, and she also wants to cry, but she knows that crying can't solve any problems.

She cried when his family was down and down, and she cried when her father accidentally burned down the school's administrative building.