Ji Anan looked up expressionlessly and looked at Su He who was already holding Xiaohongbian and jumping a few meters away.

"Is your husband shameful, boss?"

Su He suppressed his accelerated heartbeat and said seriously: "It is shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more shameful to be more

Ji Anan: “…………”

How ugly is it?

After being concealed for three years, Ji Anan was unafraid of speculating on his boss's mysterious husband with the lowest limit.

Su He doesn't have many things, and he packs them up, but only a few of them.

Looking at the empty living room, Ji Anan inexplicably felt a little sad for Su He—

She and Su He were with Su He as soon as Su He entered the circle.

In three years, because of rejecting the unspoken rules, Su He not only got nothing, but also did not know what kind of upper-class person he offended and was hidden. He clearly had a face that was righteous and coveted, but he was still an unknown eighteenth line.

It was also three years since her husband who had registered his marriage certificate had never appeared - even a phone call or a text message.

Ji Anan sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but talk too much:

"Boss, you didn't think about...changing a career?"

“…”

Su He was sealing the last small box, and Wen Yan's beautiful hand stopped at the corner of the box.

The woman lowered her eyes and was quiet for a few seconds, and her side face was as beautiful as a painting. But soon, the fine and slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and a little smile stained the corners of her eyes, and the "person in the painting" was alive.

“Not considered.”

"?"

"Didn't you tell you that in order to get into this circle, my family had a quarrel, and my father-daughter relationship was almost cut off."

"I know this, but..."

Ji Anan paused for a moment, then made a frank decision and said bluntly: "Boss, you are no longer able to live in this circle. Are you not afraid of starving to death?"

Su He laughed softly when he heard this.

"Not afraid, I have child support."

Ji Anan: “…………”

Ji Anan: "Just your husband who is in the name of the name? I have been your assistant for three years. Don't talk about meeting each other, I haven't even heard his voice - what's the point of having sex with such a man? I'm divorced!"

Su He sighed.

"I can't live without family marriage."

Ji Anan choked.

A few seconds later, she gritted her teeth:

"Family, clan, alliance, marriage? - Similar to the kind of girl from the fruit stall downstairs marrying her second son in the flower shop opposite?"

Su He's eyes lit up.

"Well? Then can I still take the membership card of my fruit store to a flower shop for discount?"

“…you get out.”

Ji Anan can't bear it anymore.

Before Su He could speak again, the phone she placed on the sofa next to her suddenly vibrated wildly.

Ji Anan was startled.

Su He was calm, "It should be that someone in the fan group sent a message to everyone. Please help me see what happened."

"oh."

Ji Anan responded, picked up his phone and glanced casually and froze in place.

Two seconds later, she looked up barefootly.

"boss."

"Um?"

"You gods are really back to the country."

“…?”

"He appeared at the airport five minutes ago, and his fan base and Weibo are now blown up."

“…………!”

Su He's brain was blank for several seconds before he slowly digested the news.

For a long time, she was a little confused about what expression to do.

"Give me your phone."

"ah?"

"cell phone."

"oh oh."

Ji Anan quickly handed over the phone, and muttered to himself: Her boss looks beautiful and harmless, and he is really fierce when he has no expression.

In fact, Ji Anan didn't know that Su He was the least fierce at this time, and his mood was as complicated as a litter of chickens.

The chicken cub was still chirping in her heart.

Su He stayed at his phone for a few seconds and adjusted to the text message interface.

After three deep breaths, she sent the only text message in three years after the contact person who had become "x":

【You have returned to China?】

After sending it, Su He began to hold his breath.

Ten seconds later.

Mobile phone "Dingdong".

Su He immediately looked down at him-

【Um】

There is no punctuation.

“…”

A basin of ice water poured on the head, and the chickens froze to death.

After sitting there for a few minutes, Su He slowly spoke.

"I can't go for lunch."

"Um?"

Ji Anan, who was marking the box, was stunned and turned around.

Su He stood up—

"My husband who was buried in the soil blew up the grave, I'll go burn incense."
Chapter completed!