Chapter 520

"Really?"

"I'm going home immediately, wait for me, love you mwah."

The call ended briefly, looking at the super beauty who was putting on shoes nimbly and smiling.

Qu Lin Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned, and also full of question marks.

"Sister Hui, you you... do I have a brother-in-law?"

"Giggle, I'll share with you another day, go change clothes!"

Cheng Hui at this moment was happy to the extreme, as if returning to the state of twenty years old.

That's right, the call was from Lin Feng.

The little girl was beaten and crippled yesterday, and couldn't take it anymore.

Most importantly: Lin Feng was drunk and ambushed, having no impression at all.

How could this be? Must start over, and fulfill the responsibility!

Speaking of Cheng Hui, the training uniform she was wearing was dirty, not suitable to wear home.

And she understood the man's preferences, skirt, the shorter the better.

Although there was no similar casual wear, the military skirt could still replace it.

Buy more in the future, just cater to his preferences!

Changed clothes beautifully, no need for makeup.

She was like a delicate flower, no need for cosmetics to decorate.

"Lin Lin Xiaoxiao, I'm leaving, I'll bring you something delicious tomorrow."

Looking at the back that didn't hide 'happiness', Qu Lin Lin Xiaoxiao was curious to the extreme!

"There were rumors before that Sister Hui was in love with the Squadron Leader."

"Now.. could it be..."

Jingcheng, East Gate Sihe Academy.

The BMW X5 stopped slowly, and then four women got out of the car.

The trunk opened, and three of the girls each carried a suitcase.

That's right, it was Jiang Jiang Yuying calling friends to come and live at home.

The huge Sihe Academy, just her and three maids who couldn't talk together, was really boring.

Besides, she changed cars.

In Lin Feng's absence, she abandoned the Audi A6.

Truthfully, the BMW X5 wasn't a high-end car.

In Jingcheng where luxury cars were everywhere, it could only be in the middle and lower levels.

In other words: Jiang Jiang Yuying had money.

Buying a high-end Ferrari, or Porsche, etc., was not a problem.

But she didn't, she just drove her man's car.

Although the BMW was poor, the inner pass was a super awesome existence.

Driving this car, no traffic police dared to intercept, very face-saving.

Women, young, beautiful, and in the workplace.

More or less would have some vanity, Jiang Jiang Yuying was already very rare!

The gate opened, while the nanny welcomed, the three girls sighed one after another.

"Manager Jiang, is this too luxurious?"

"Sister Sister Sister Yingying, what a grand Sihe Academy, how much money is this?"

"Congratulations Sister Sister Sister Yingying, marrying into a wealthy family, glorious and expensive..."

Jiang Jiang Yuying giggled and interrupted: "Don't talk about me, like selling myself."

"Originally I didn't lack money, and initially I didn't know your brother-in-law was super rich!"

While speaking, Jiang Jiang Yuying turned to look at the nanny.

"Aunt Wang, arrange for them to stay in the side room, and then cook."

"Okay Madam, you go take a shower first."

Showering and changing clothes were necessary, she was very demanding of herself now.

Before, after work, Jiang Jiang Yuying would only lounge on the sofa watching TV.

Since being with Lin Feng, or seeing Han Han Yuning and the Liu sisters.

She changed, became regular, and even learned and practiced yoga hard!

No way, she felt powerful pressure.

So she could only demand herself to become better and more excellent, so as not to be disgusted by the man.

People without long-term worries must have near-term worries, anyway, becoming better was not wrong!

Shower, change into silk home clothes.

When Jiang Jiang Yuying was applying skin care products to her beautiful legs and feet.

Three little sisters swarmed into the master bedroom.

"Wow, too spacious, at least two hundred square meters, right?"

"Such a big bed, making people shyly think of things!"

"Super envious of Sister Sister Sister Yingying's life, we can only be considered living!"

Buddha said: all living beings, all things are equal.

Reality is: between people, classes are distinct.

Undoubtedly, the spacious and novel master bedroom made the three friends sigh again and again.

However, envy, could only be envy.

In a word: Jiang Jiang Yuying was very smart, can be called ghost-smart.

She chose friends to accompany her, all were single girls with average looks.

Super beautiful ones, she wouldn't bring home at all, so as not to increase the number of sisters!

"Sister Sister Sister Yingying, what does brother-in-law do?"

"Yeah yeah, tell us quickly, super curious."

"I guess it must be a business giant, or a wealthy heir..."

Donghai City, Theater Compound.

Battalion building, Cheng Hui's home, Lin Feng sat on the sofa playing with his phone.

In the kitchen, Cheng Hui changed into cool home clothes, wearing an apron around her waist, busy happily.

Honestly: she didn't want to cook, and hated greasy things.

But now, she felt it was a kind of happiness, her heart was full of sweetness.

This kind of mentality, never had before.

In the final analysis, it could only be said that she and her sacrificed husband were not true love.

Or said: feelings hadn't been truly established, and the person was gone!

Mention one thing: currently it was the house Cheng Hui allocated herself.

Battalion level, standard eighty square meters, two bedrooms and one living room.

Although it seemed a bit compact, it was arranged very warmly.

"Dad, wash your hands and eat quickly."

'Puff' Lin Feng almost didn't catch his breath, suffocated to death.

The little girl still remembered the 'Dad' meme, it was really no one else!

Wash hands and eat, Cheng Hui's cooking was very average, far less than Tang Tang Tang Xinyi.

But it didn't matter, after all, the main purpose wasn't to taste the cooking.

Hmm, wearing cool home clothes, Cheng Hui who took off the apron, showed an explosive figure.

Pleasing to the eye, delicious to eat.

"I haven't cooked for a long time, just make do."

— Author's Notes —

(Thanks to Commander '13752..' for the monthly ticket support!)