Sweet Daily Life With Rich Fool Husband - Chapter 32

Su Wanwan was heartbroken, and suddenly fell on the bed and started crying, “Uuuuu, Jiang Chengzhan, you bullied me, I was so good to you, you bullied me, uuuuu…”

She was crying and kicking her legs, really seemed to be very sad.

Jiang Chengzhan was stunned for a few seconds, watching Su Wanwan crying and began to worry.

He crawled to the side of Su Wanwan, first reached out and pushed her shoulders, and then tentatively said in a very low voice: “Wife, wife?”

Seeing that Su Wanwan ignored him, he changed directions and continued to push her: “Wife, wife, are you really angry?”

Su Wanwan stretched out his hand to push him, not letting him move her, “Leave me alone, let me cry to death, you are not good to me at all.”

Jiang Chengzhan grumbled and said: “Why is Zhanbao bad for you? If you say you want me to remember you well, I will remember it!”

Still daring to argue, Su Wanwan got up and sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him directly: “You still dare to say, I let you write mine, what have you written?”

Jiang Chengzhan said in a small voice: “Then I don’t know, you say, I will write now, can’t it?”

Write now?

Su Wanwan tilted his head and thought for a while, it was a good idea.

She hesitated and nodded: “That’s OK, you can write it now.”

After a pause, she specifically emphasized: “Then I have to watch you write, or you will fool me again.”

Jiang Chengzhan saw that she stopped crying and began to smirk, and as he walked underground, he said, “Then Zhanbao will write.”

“Wait,” Su Wanwan followed closely, she no longer believed in Jiang Chengzhan, she wanted to watch him write with her own eyes.

Jiang Chengzhan found another diary. He walked to the sofa and sat on the carpet, spread the diary on the coffee table, and started to think hard.

Su Wanwan rolled up a scroll with a notebook, sat on the sofa and stared at Jiang Chengzhan, while gently tapping his hands with the notebook while urging: “Hurry up and write, what do you think?”

Jiang Chengzhan frowned: “My wife, I don’t know how to write it.”

Su Wan snorted, the book slapped on the palm of his hand, and Jiang Chengzhan shivered uncontrollably.

Su Wanwan gritted his teeth and said, “How can you write Xiao Huangwen?”

“If you can’t write it today, you are not allowed to sleep at night.”

“Also, no meals are allowed tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Jiang Chengzhan propped his head with one hand and continued to think hard.

After sitting silently for more than half an hour, Jiang Chengzhan didn’t write a word. Su Wanwan became angry, slammed his cheeks and glared at him, pinched his waist with one hand, and knocked on the table with the other, “Hey, those messy things. How can you write so fast, you can’t write a single word on business?”

Jiang Chengzhan was very depressed, rubbing his head and said, “But I just can’t remember.”

Su Wanwan: “…”

He stretched out his hand and patted his head. It seemed to be very hard, but it actually fell gently on his head, “Dare to say it!”

“I’m so good to you, you don’t even remember a word?”

Why is she so sad, alas, a red heart is fed to the dog!

After sitting dry for ten minutes, Su Wanwan really couldn’t stand him anymore. She felt that she had to play in person and reminded: “The first day, that our bridal chamber…”

Forget it, this one really looks like Xiao Huangwen.

“Ah, that was the next morning, we offered tea to Grandpa, and someone wanted to beat you, who helped you vent your anger?”

“what–“

Jiang Chengzhan seemed to start suddenly, and finally remembered, “I know, I know.”

Ruzi can be taught, Su Wanwan finally showed an aunt’s smile, she patted Jiang Chengzhan on the shoulder: “Write well, sister will make you a good meal tomorrow.”

Su Wanwan squinted and dozed off, squinting, and then she fell asleep.

Also had a dream,

In the dream, Jiang Chengzhan had been pretending to be stupid to lie to her. When she found out, she kept beating him with a pillow, beating him, the back of her arm was crooked, and then she woke up.

She reached out her hand and wiped her saliva. Jiang Chengzhan lowered her head and was still struggling to write a book under the dim light. She looked very focused. Su Wanwan was awake for a few seconds before poking out his head to see what he had written.

“My wife wore a cheongsam that day, her waist was so thin, her legs were long and white, she was so pretty…”

“Jiang——Cheng——Zhan——” Su Wanwan let out a howling roar, “You are arrogant again!”

Jiang Chengzhan shuddered in shock, looking at Su Wanwan pitifully: “My wife, I just remembered it very hard.”

Su Wanwan looked at him speechlessly, “Are you still pretending to me?”

“You even remember your English being so slippery, you just can’t remember the little thing about me being kind to you, right?”

She stretched out her hand to pinch Jiang Chengzhan’s chin, looked left and right, her face was full of doubts, “I really suspect you are acting stupid with me!”

She patted the table with her slender hand, and said majesticly: “Hurry up and write to me.”

After a pause, “What do you say you write to me.”

She could not help Jiang Chengzhan to write and write, Jiang Chengzhan was clearly fooling her.

“Okay,” Jiang Chengzhan answered obediently, “then tell me, Zhanbao will record it for you.”

Su Wanwan was too lazy to correct his words, thinking while saying: “Su Wanwan, that is, Jiang Chengzhan’s wife, is a beautiful, unparalleled, cute, smart, beautiful and bold, courageous and thoughtful girl…”

“Wife, isn’t the scheming girl not so good…” Jiang Chengzhan reminded her of her mistake in time.

“Shut up,” Su Wanwan sternly scolded, patted the table twice with his little hand, “whatever you want you to write, it’s so nonsense.”

“Oh,” Jiang Chengzhan took it seriously and wrote.

Su Wanwan continued: “…She is simply the incarnation of bravery. She protected me with her thin body…”

Jiang Chengzhan stopped writing and turned to look at Su Wanwan, as if he didn’t understand.

Su Wanwan cleared his throat and continued to urge: “What are you looking at? Hurry up and write, do you still want to sleep tonight?”

“Oh,” Jiang Chengzhan continued writing obediently.

The two people kept writing for more than two hours before stopping. Su Wanwan’s sleepy eyes couldn’t be opened before he was let go of Jiang Chengzhan. They didn’t forget to add the last sentence, “Continue tomorrow.”

At noon the next day, Su Wanwan received a call from Yang Lele, asking her whether the bracelets could be sold.

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanwan found the bracelet and asked Jiang Chengzhan, “Hey, where did you get this bracelet?”

Jiang Chengzhan said casually, “I took it in the jewelry box!”

Su Wan sighed late, “You are pretty good at taking whatever you want, and people will take it right away, chasing me to buy it.”

She rubbed Jiang Chengzhan with her shoulder, “Hey, how did you say I sold it, more than one million!”

Jiang Chengzhan was surprised and quickly snatched the bracelet from her hand: “Not allowed to sell.”

Su Wanwan frowned: “Why are you not allowed to sell?”

She still didn’t forget to tell Jiang Chengzhan, “Look, it’s just such a broken bracelet. It can’t eat or drink, but it can sell for more than one million. Do you know what more than one million symbolizes?”

One-tenth of her worth!

Jiang Chengzhan shook his head, and quickly put the bracelet back behind him: “Anyway, I’m not allowed to sell it.”

Su Wan snorted, “Then you better put it away, don’t let me see it, or I will sell it to you secretly.”

Jiang Chengzhan hesitated, took out the bracelet, grabbed Su Wanwan’s wrist, put it on top and measured it, “It looks good.”

The original owner’s skin is really not picky, his wrists are slender, his flesh and blood are well-proportioned, and the diamond-encrusted bracelet is shining brightly in the sun. Su Wan nodded and grinned: “It’s very beautiful.”

“Well, you can keep it, and don’t sell it anymore.”

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it’s been almost a year since Su Wanwan passed through.

Counting the time, there are still three days until Jiang Chengzhan recovers sober.

Su Wanwan was lying on the balcony looking at the moonlight outside, feeling a little lost.

In the past year, she has learned a lot of things, of course they are all mixed, but she has tried her best.

But the gap with Jiang Chengzhan was brought from the bottom of her heart. Although she occupied the identity of the original owner, she couldn’t be elegant.

At the beginning, she had done a lot of hard work. In the past two days, she had started to break the jar.

Anyway, a man wants to like you, even if you are nothing, he also likes you. If he doesn’t like you, even if you portray him in a model he likes, he may not look at you more.

What’s more, Jiang Chengzhan is still a wealthy man!

Su Wanwan hugged chrysanthemum tea and drank two sips to go to the fire in his heart.

Jiang Chengzhan took out two mangosteens from the house and walked to Su Wanwan to help her peel them apart.

Su Wanwan took one, peeled half and handed it to Jiang Chengzhan.

The man would squat by her side, white half-sleeved, black shorts, and the little twitch on his head was dazzled by the dim light, which was especially dazzling.

Su Wanwan watched him silently for a while, and the man would return to normal in three days. Will he still rely on her as before?

I have to say that she has lived very happily during the past year, and Jiang Chengzhan gave her all these happiness.

If he doesn’t like her anymore when he is sober, what will she do?

After thinking about it, she still has 10 million and a building, even without a man, she can live very comfortably by herself.

But she was still worried.

Su Wanwan turned his body and asked the man who was busy eating mangosteen in front of him: “Zhanbao, can I ask you something?”

Jiang Chengzhan ate the last mangosteen and looked up at her: “My wife, what are you going to ask Zhanbao?”

Su Wanwan thought for a while: “Yes, I mean if, if one day is fine, would you still remember it?”

Jiang Chengzhan looked at her with a natural smile, with bright eyes, “My wife, of course Zhanbao remembers his wife.”

No matter what he said was true or false, Su Wanwan felt very happy. She reached out and hugged Jiang Chengzhan, kissed him heavily on his forehead, and said, “Then you said it, don’t forget it, otherwise it’s too late. I will forget you later.”

Jiang Chengzhan nodded repeatedly, as if afraid that she would forget him, and said: “Zhanbao will definitely not forget his wife, and his wife must not forget Zhanbao either.”