Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian - Chapter 1952

Chapter 1952 My Wife Is Really Hard

Xu Bohan didn’t look at her, but turned to Xu Jinfei, “let’s talk about you, you have to hand over the company’s duties to the Xu family of people who don’t have management ability, so the company’s reputation will be worse every day, you now let I marry an unloved woman for them. Am I getting into my head? Is the Xu family good to me, and even if they are good to me, I don’t need to be so stupid. If the company goes out of business, then go out to find Jobs, the whole country is not the only one in your Xu family who has a job, but it ’s awkward to say. It ’s really difficult to find a high-paying job that can lead you, but now the national policy is so good. I wo n’t starve to death. To put it bluntly, I ’m not here to come to Purdue your Xu family.

Xu Jinfei didn’t expect him to be so shameless, his body trembling with anger, and the anger in his eyes wished to eat him, “You … you, a ruthless and cold-blooded guy, are you talking about people?”

“I’m just telling the truth,” Xu Bohan’s ink-colored pupils twinkled, “I don’t really think about your money, and I don’t need you to point your finger at the marriage event. I don’t want to marry anyone. I’m busy with the qualifications, so I won’t be accompanied. “

He slowly got up, “I don’t think you need to come to me the day you were sick and hospitalized. Rather than trying to use my transaction to make money, you might as well see what you can do to sell.”

After speaking, no matter how ugly the parents looked, they went directly into their office.

Not long after, there was a sound of something smashing outside the reception.

After a long time, Su Runcai knocked on the door and said, “Judge Xu, your parents are anxious and gone.”

“Well,” Xu Bohan opened the file, his face sad and bitter.

…

At ten in the evening, Xu Bohan dragged his tired body back to An Lan.

The living room lights were on, but nobody was around, and there was a faint light pouring out of the study.

He walked over and gently opened the half-closed door. An Lan was wearing light purple pajamas sitting on the desk and working. She was holding a pen in one hand and holding a document in one hand. She was too serious to notice her presence.

Xu Bohan leaned against the door frame, staring at her back for a while, until An Lan vacated a hand and groped to touch the coffee cup next to him, he suddenly uttered a reminder: “Be careful, don’t get your hands hot.”

An Lan’s body shook, her hands were knocked down by coffee, and the liquid fell to the ground.

Xu Bohan quickly went to the kitchen and took a rag. An Lan glared at him angrily. “When did you come back, it popped up and scared me. If it weren’t for you, my coffee would not have poured.”

“You don’t watch the coffee yourself, you are almost in the coffee cup,” Xu Bohan knocked on her head, “and what coffee to drink at night.”

“No, I want to refresh myself,” An Lan yawned. “At the end of the year, Sheng Ting has a lot of work to sort out. If they don’t sort it out, they won’t settle my salary.”

“So cruel,” after Xu Bohan wiped the ground, supported the table with both hands, and wrapped her and the chair in the arms. “My wife is really hard. Would you like me to massage you?”

An Lan glanced at him and said quickly: “Thank you, no need, I’m very busy, I still have a lot of information to register.”

Tomorrow continues.

(End of this chapter)