The passers-by are vicious

Receiving the signal from Mr. Jiang Er, Jiang Xiyao had to look at Mr. Jiang cautiously and said, "Yes, Grandpa, even if you want to reward Sister Wanwan, you can let her go to the group to gain some experience first. The reward of shares is too high."

Jiang's father was somewhat tempted by the 4% stake. He looked up at his daughter's obviously conflicted expression and swallowed what he was about to say without intervening.

Seeing that the shares were about to be lost, even Jiang Wanwan's mother Yi Jing, who had always looked down on Long Chen, couldn't help but say, "Wanwan, your grandfather wants to have a grandson, so why don't you give birth to one and fulfill the old man's dream, right?"

Jiang Wanwan seemed somewhat tempted.

Master Jiang Er suddenly became anxious, and with a turn of his eyes, he quickly said, "Sister-in-law, if Wanwan doesn't want to, don't force her to do it. Nothing is more important than the happiness of young people."

Mr. Jiang naturally knew what Mr. Jiang was thinking, but he had never thought of handing over the group to this useless second son. He didn't want to waste the foundation he had built with great difficulty.

Although the eldest son is mediocre and cannot help the Jiang family advance further, he can at least keep it going.

In fact, he is more optimistic about Long Chen, of course, also because he is Jiang Wanwan's husband.

"No need to persuade anyone, it's settled. I'll wait for your good news."

Old Master Jiang made the final decision, his face darkened, and he slammed his cane heavily on the ground.

Mr. Jiang, who had been quite dissatisfied at first, suddenly became timid and shrank his neck without saying a word.

Jiang Xiyao felt that her father was a waste, but she could do nothing about it. When she thought about Jiang Wanwan having a child with her favorite Brother Long, her heart felt as if it was torn apart.

The dinner ended like this. After Mr. Jiang was helped away by his father, everyone dispersed. Mr. Jiang the Second drove away and went to see his little lover again.

As for Jiang Wanwan, she lived in the old house so she naturally went back to her room, while her husband Long Chen followed silently behind her.

After entering the room, Jiang Wanwan had just sat on the sofa outside the bedroom when there was a knock on the door. It was Jiang's mother Yijing. "Wanwan, I'm coming in."

After hearing the voice, Long Chen casually draped his suit jacket over his arm and walked over to open the door for Jiang's mother.

"Mom." Long Chen called in a low voice with his eyes lowered.

When Jiang's mother came in, she rarely mocked Long Chen, but walked in with her chin held high.

Seeing her daughter Jiang Wanwan sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, she walked over and sat next to her.

Long Chen seemed to be used to being ignored, his stern face did not fluctuate. After hanging up the coat on his arm, he hooked his slender fingers into the knot of his tie and loosened it, his movements were elegant and sexy.

Then he pursed his lips, walked to the cupboard, took out a cup, poured a cup of warm water and placed it next to Jiang's mother.

Long Chen then walked to the sofa in silence, placed the milk in his hand on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Jiang Wanwan.

While Jiang Wanwan was chatting with her mother, Long Chen squatted beside the sofa, reached out to pick up her calves that were resting on the sofa, put a pillow under her legs, and rubbed her legs with a slightly dark look in his eyes.

The slightly warm palm brushed across her legs, bringing a comfortable tickling feeling. Jiang Wanwan glanced down at him and continued chatting with her mother.

Jiang's mother seemed to be accustomed to Long Chen's actions. She looked down on this son-in-law at all, so naturally she did not stop Long Chen from serving her daughter.

Who made him a son-in-law who depended on the Jiang family for food? He was just taking care of his own daughter, so he was lucky.

It's such a pity that such a beautiful daughter of hers married a man who only knew how to serve women.

If Long Chen hadn't saved the old man, he wouldn't even have had the chance to enter the Jiang family, let alone be qualified to be Wanwan's husband.

Jiang's mother thought that Long Chen had no family background and no career, so she naturally looked down on him and thought that he was not good in any way.

Long Chen had already gotten used to Jiang's mother's contemptuous gaze.

There was no emotion on his stern face, and his big hands were kneading the delicate white calves wantonly.

Long Chen’s kneading was very comfortable, making Jiang Wanwan relax both physically and mentally.

Seeing Long Chen massaging his host's legs like a slave, System 001 began to suspect whether the hero had lost his memory or become stupid. Otherwise, how could it feel the hero's joy and happiness?

001 couldn't help but remind Jiang Wanwan in her mind, "Host, we are the vicious female supporting roles. Our mission is to insult the hero according to the plot. Are you sure you're not giving him a benefit by asking him to massage his legs?"

"I think massaging the male protagonist's legs is quite humiliating. You know, in our place, letting a man serve a woman is something only young prostitutes do. Isn't this humiliating enough for him?" Jiang Wanwan replied in her mind while listening to her mother's words.

System 001 then remembered that the host's native world was ancient.

I was just about to say that in modern times it is common to see men washing women’s feet, and rubbing legs is really not an insult, it’s more like flirting.

It can be seen that Jiang Wanwan is still serious. She then looks at the cool and domineering male protagonist who is still rubbing Jiang Wanwan's legs. Maybe... in the eyes of the male protagonist, these little things are insulting him?

I didn’t understand 001 for a long time. Never mind. It’s just a system that doesn’t understand human emotions. Maybe it felt wrong. The male protagonist was not happy but angry.

Jiang's mother chatted with Jiang Wanwan for a long time, and finally asked, "Wanwan, what do you think about what your grandfather said about the child at the dinner table?"

"What can I think? I'm still considering it." Jiang Wanwan casually placed the empty cup on the coffee table without taking her eyes off her phone.

Long Chen, who was squatting beside the sofa and massaging his legs, had his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, and hope rose in his heart again.

Jiang's mother seemed to be tempted by the old man's condition and advised, "Just like your grandfather said, it will be the same if Long Chen takes care of the child after it is born. It won't affect your going out to play at all."

Seeing that Jiang Wanwan didn't move, Jiang's mother glanced anxiously at Long Chen who was still massaging his legs, and asked him in a rare friendly manner, "Don't you think so, Long Chen? It's okay for you to take care of the child."

When being questioned, Long Chen raised his head and said with a slight movement of his throat, "I'll take care of the child, Wanwan..." He looked at his wife with hope on his cold and handsome face, and the mole on the bridge of his nose seemed to brighten a little.

Even Jiang's mother, who was picky about Long Chen, was moved by his cautious look. Although she didn't like Long Chen and thought he was useless, if the two of them had a child, it would definitely be a beautiful one.

Jiang Wanwan raised her eyebrows. Even though she was not satisfied with her husband, she still liked Long Chen's appearance. After all, he was a rare cold and handsome guy.

She stretched out her palm and gently placed it on his chin, as if she was stroking a pet.

But Long Chen didn't care. Instead, he took the initiative to rub Jiang Wanwan's hand with his face, with a pleading look in his eyes.