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Chapter 4 Premeditated

Jiang Wanwan was a little afraid to look at his eyes and cleared her throat, "You really saved me today, thank you."

The true words of thanks are sincere. He not only saved himself, but also took her to change into a valuable haute couture dress.

He Shengting's expression returned to his unrefreshing mood again, "The verbal thanks are the least valuable. You have to choose an unrecyclable box if you throw a trash can. You owe me once."

The last sentence passed by his heart, and the anxiety trembled in Jiang Wanwan's body for two seconds. He was obviously just a stranger.

"Why would you like to invite you to dinner another day?" I can't repay you, and I will eliminate my grudges after a meal.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of He Shengting's mouth: "Let's talk about it."

The dispensable attitude made Jiang Wanwan feel bored.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, and the scene became colder again.

"It's not good to stay here, I think we'd better go out first."

He Shengting refused to comment.

When I got outside the bathroom, I saw a row of bodyguards stopping passers-by A, B, C, and D who wanted to go to the bathroom.

"Didn't it mean that the bathroom was broken? Why did someone come out of it?" Someone was unhappy and asked.

"What other good things can a pair of handsome men and beautiful women do?" someone snickered.

Jiang Wanwan blocked her bag in front of her chest, moved it up a little, and then a little more until half of her face was covered and she could no longer reach the sight of others.

She secretly glanced at He Shengting beside her. The man was so calm that he seemed to be unaware of anything.

It seems that she did the bad things alone.

No, they did nothing bad!

Jiang Wanwan was very upset: "If I had known, I would have gone to the women's bathroom to change my clothes."

He Shengting replied in a low voice, "I can only come and go freely in the men's bathroom."

Jiang Wanwan's lungs were almost irritated. It turned out that he had planned it!

He Shengting smiled at her, with a huge glory, "Don't forget, you owe me."

After saying that, he was surrounded by a group of followers and left.

Fortunately, I left, so I stayed with him for two more seconds. Jiang Wanwan felt that he could live for ten years.

Just as she was relieved, someone suddenly called "Ms. Jiang".

Jiang Wanwan turned his head.

"Hello, I am Mr. He's assistant, Tan Mo."

"Hello" Jiang Wanwan's mouth froze.

Tan Mo took out his cell phone, "You have a chance to meet Mr. He. I don't know when I will have a date for Mr. He. I will free up his itinerary at that time."

Jiang Wanwan also said that he would be accustomed to the official remarks. "I just asked Mr. He, and he only said whatever he wanted. I was afraid of delaying his time and dared not make decisions without authorization."

Tan Mo kept his professional smile: "You must have heard it wrong. In Mr. He's dictionary, there are no random words."

"Is that true?" Jiang Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

But I was hilarious in my heart.

I don’t know if your Mr. He is rich, but he must have many dictionaries!

Jiang Wanwan finally left He Shengting's contact information, and she didn't like to owe everyone favors.

After leaving the Zuiye Club, Jiang Wanwan called him for rent and went home.

Looking back on everything that happened tonight, there are only four words to describe it.

Usually, whenever there are rich people gathering together, Jiang Xinyue must have sharpened her head to go to the camp, but today she refuses in every way. If there is nothing wrong with it, she won’t believe it if Jiang Wanwan is killed.

If she really knew that this was a Hongmen banquet...

"Miss, it seems like a car is following us behind us." The taxi driver's words interrupted Jiang Wanwan's thoughts.

It’s not that Vice President Li is chasing him tonight!

Jiang Wanwan tightened her heart, lowered the window and looked back. Sure enough, there was a black car.

"Master, can you drive faster?" Jiang Wanwan began to feel upset.

"Girl, the configuration of the luxury car behind is a race against it."

As if confirming this sentence, the car behind suddenly accelerated and surpassed them "swoosh" and almost turned into a black shadow.

But after a while, the speed of the car dropped again, as if it was a way for them to drive, driving at a constant speed in front of the taxi.

The taxi driver said "hey" in surprise, "This license plate number is either rich or noble."

Jiang Wanwan didn't have time to pay attention to these things. She slowly breathed a sigh of relief when the car parked under a half-old Western-style building.

On the side of the road, the Bentley car window lowered, revealing the handsome face of the man.

"Sir?" Tan Mo thought he was out of sight and reminded him softly.

"Let's go" He Shengting lowered his eyes and slowly stroked the plain ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

Jiang Wanwan didn't know the car on the roadside and pushed open the door, and the living room was brightly lit.

Everyone in the family is here, including Jiang Xinyue, who claims to be sick and unable to get into bed.

"I came back so late, so why did I go crazy again? Is it still a teacher? How can you be a role model for me like this?" Before Jiang Wanwan could speak, Jiang's father took the lead in attacking with an ugly expression.

Wandering around? When she wants to come back so late!

A sour feeling kept coming out, and Jiang Wanwan said in a low voice: "Why am I back so late, Jiang Xinyue knows best."

Jiang Xinyue looked innocent: "Sister, I feel uncomfortable today. I asked you to say hello to the bosses in the circles I introduced to my agent. You originally promised to be fine, why did you speak like this now?"

Jiang Wanwan sneered: "I am just a training class teacher, so there is no need to contact those so-called big shots. It will make you worry!"

"What's your attitude?" Jiang Zhenhuai was furious. "After studying dance major for so many years, I finally taught a few years of dancing to the training class! Look at your classmates, those who were not as good as you at the time have already achieved success! I think you have only a little success in your life!"

Jiang Zhenhuai, who thought his stepdaughter was more charming, had to admit that in terms of beauty, Jiang Wanwan was more suitable for the entertainment industry. He originally ran an agency at home, and as long as Jiang Wanwan was willing, he could go to the next level at home and in the company.

"How much is your noble value? Is it enough to prescribe an imported injection for your mother?"

This sentence instantly touched Jiang Wanwan's heart. She felt so depressed that she was about to explode.

The slender fingers gradually clenched, and the words of Fanhan blurted out: "Since I am so cheap, why are you in a hurry to sell your daughter for honor!"

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Zhenhuai was so angry that his eyes bulged, and he raised his hand to Jiang Wanwan in anger.

"Okay, Lao Jiang." Stepmother Chen Yilin stood in front of Jiang Wanwan and stopped her husband from fisting at Jiang Wanwan.

"It's not Wanwan's fault. She had no intention of the circle, so it was a big deal to force her. As parents, we just want to help them get what they want?" Chen Yilin whispered in a gentle voice.

Jiang Zhenhuai said coldly: "She is not a three-year-old child, so she has to let everything go. With the current situation of our family, is she worthy of doing whatever she wants!"

"That can't force her to do things she doesn't like. Today I'm also blaming Xinyue for being ignorant, knowing that your sister is not happy..."

Before Chen Yilin finished speaking, Jiang Xinyue shouted: "What do you mean I am ignorant? Can the second young master of the He family offend us? I tried my best to do it for whom? It turned out to be mine." As he said that, Jiang Xinyue's eyes turned red, and her throat was slightly slight, as if she could not bear the great grievances.
Chapter completed!
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