My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Isn't this the usual method used in Mr. Ba's novels? Feng Lanchu's eyes widened, and she was about to complain, but then she thought about it again, it seems that all the overlords who use this trick end up slapped in the face, love to the death!

According to the law of true fragrance, there seems to be no need to stop it.

Zhu Mingming held a different opinion.

It's not so easy for the two of them to get along, Zhuang Nan will definitely retreat in the face of difficulties.

Anyway, she has a chance to win, and once the three months are up, she will die. As long as she is determined, no one can do anything to win her.

The wishful thinking in Zhu Mingming's heart was sound, but he also forgot one thing, Zhuang Nan has been professionally trained, if he is more determined, who can beat him?

Feng Lanchu's heart was open, but she didn't say it clearly, she just wanted to appreciate how Zhu Mingming put herself into the grave of marriage step by step.

After all, Zhuang Nan was a good dish that both she and Jiang Ma recognized, and Mingming, who was domineering in the Jianghu, should indeed be cleaned up by someone.

After the topic was over, the two began to eat with their chopsticks and tasted the familiar taste. Feng Lanchu suddenly remembered the time when Jiang Anzhi packed her food, and her heart felt astringent.

Alas, she eats delicious food here, while An Zhi is still exposed to the sun and beaten by the crowd, it makes me sad to think about it.

A drink and a drink made the two reconcile.

When I checked out, I unexpectedly got a free order. The store manager said with a smile: "The little proprietress is here, how can she charge a fee. Xiao Jiang will definitely scold us if he finds out."

Boss?

The two looked at each other, but the store manager still smiled calmly.

Feng Lan was embarrassed at the beginning, she really didn't know that Xiao Jiangshan belonged to Jiang Anzhi, and he didn't say anything when he packed the food last time!

"As for the benefits of making friends with rich women, thank you sister." Zhu Mingming took the super vip card given by the store manager and patted Feng Lanchu on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Back home, Feng Lanchu silently sent a text message to Jiang Anzhi, but unexpectedly Jiang Anzhi quickly sent a video invitation.

She glanced at the time, it was less than ten o'clock.

Anzhi doesn't need to film tonight?

After pressing the connect button, Jiang Anzhi appeared on the screen.

His hair was slightly wet, and his face was refreshed. It should be that he just came out of the shower, and the layout of his surroundings has changed, and he should have arrived at a new hotel.

"Don't you need to film today?"

"Well, we don't gather until four o'clock." Jiang Anzhi pursed his lips in a good mood.

At first, Feng Lan was distracted by Jiang Anzhi at four o'clock in the morning.

Why is Anzhi so miserable! The wind and the sun were beaten by the crowd, and he had to get up early and work late.

Before she could shed tears of bitterness, the handsome boy on the opposite side raised his lips.

"Did you go to Xiaojiangshan today?"

"En." Feng Lanchu only recalled her original intention of sending text messages.

"Yes, why didn't you tell me Xiaojiangshan is yours?"

Jiang Anzhi smiled easily: "It was my negligence. I thought it would be good to let Madam take the money and ignore other mundane affairs. When Madam asked, I suddenly realized that Madam should indeed know about the property of the fertile land at home. Tomorrow I will ask Cui Ximing to send a A list of industries for you."

"?" Feng Lanchu looked shocked, such an exaggeration to use a list?

But Jiang Anzhi didn't want to let vulgar things occupy the rare time between the two of them, so he skipped the topic and only asked a low question.

"Did you think of me."

This... Feng Lan was embarrassed at first.

Although... But, she is not Feng Lanchu who can say sweet words.

Teacher Xiaofeng scratched his head, and said stiffly, "Didn't we just separate two days ago?"

Jiang Anzhi glanced at her coolly: "One day is like three autumns, Teacher Xiaofeng."

Feng Lanchu couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "You go to bed early, don't be obsessed with Yaoyao."