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

Knowing that Feng Lanchu was leaving, Jiang Che said with trembling lips, "Mom, didn't you just come back?"

"You promised mom to behave well."

"What is the necessary connection between a good performance and your leaving?" Jiang Che asked sharply and persistently.

"Uh..." Feng Lan touched his head in embarrassment, "Mature children can grow up independently of their mothers."

"You really don't want to take me?" Jiang Che's eyes welled up with tears.

"You want to expand your territory in your own country."

"I want to video with dad."

"It's useless to file a complaint. Your father has nothing to do with me."

"……grandmother."

Jiang Che collapsed and threw himself into Jiang Ma's arms, Ms. Xiaofeng is so unlovable.

Jiang Ma looked at the chicken and duck talking but inexplicably harmonious two people amusedly, and comforted, "It's okay, grandma will play with you."

Jiang Che cried and babbled, grandma would only say this forever.

Amid student Jiang Che's reluctance, Feng Lanchu got into Uncle Xiong's car and went to Yehai.

Originally, she was also hesitating about how to choose between Anzhi and Fishing, but thinking that Fishing has only been in school for two days, and she had a bad day with her classmates today, how to deal with it tomorrow is the key, so it is not appropriate to ask for leave, so she can only let him stay.

Jiang's father bought property in Yehai Manor in Yehai West District, and Feng Lanchu's name was written on one of the villas.

Jiang Anzhi will come back to live here whenever he has a trip of more than two days in Yehai.

Speaking of which, he lived there more often than Feng Lanchu.

As the owner of the house, Feng Lanchu also stayed for one night during the last variety show recording, and hurried back to Huaixiang the next day.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when I came to Yehai.

When Feng Lan first entered the door, the lights inside were brightly lit, it seemed that Jiang Anzhi had returned.

After walking around and seeing no one, I went straight to the master bedroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and it turned out that it was inside.

His suitcase was placed next to the closet, and he probably didn't have time to sort it out. His clothes were still in the suitcase, and only a few pieces showed signs of being turned out to be worn.

Feng Lan put her luggage back at the beginning, and also helped him tidy up along the way.

Just halfway through tidying up, the bathroom door swung open.

What Feng Lan didn't expect at the beginning was that Jiang Anzhi was only wrapped in a towel around his waist in the steaming mist, and his chest was even dripping with water.

"..." Jiang Anzhi

"..." Feng Lanchu

Neither of them expected the other to appear like this.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Anzhi blushed slightly, stepped back into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Feng Lanchu also bowed her head in embarrassment to straighten her clothes, only to find that she was holding a pair of gray boxer bottoms.

"..." Feng Lanchu tugged on her pants in embarrassment, shit! Why did he come out at this time!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Anzhi opened the door again at this time, just in time to see her pulling her crotch.

"..." Jiang Anzhi.

"..." Feng Lanchu "No...it's not what you think."

"Cough cough." Jiang Anzhi coughed to cover up the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise wildly, and after a while he said, "Can you take off my clothes for me?"

"Uh...okay." Feng Lan Chu threw away the shorts in his hand like a hot potato, and helped him take the pajamas neatly.

"That...underwear, I want it too."

"..." Feng Lanchu: Grass! Was it intentional or not.

Jiang Anzhi smiled silently with his clothes in the bathroom. When he came out neatly dressed, the tips of his wife's ears were still reddish, she was so cute.

"Is your cough much better?" Seeing Jiang Anzhi coming out, Feng Lanchu, who had regained her composure, asked pretending to be calm.

"Um."

As soon as he walked to the sofa and sat down, a snow-white towel covered his head.

Jiang Anzhi tore off the towel suspiciously, only to see Feng Lanchu staring at him seriously and said, "Dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

"Ahem, okay." Jiang Anzhi obediently wiped his hair with his eyes closed, his clean and dusty facial features became more gentle under the soft light.