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Chapter 3 This Is My Wife Who Ran Away from Home

Caught off guard, the man was kicked to roll on the ground.

He stood up with mud all over his body and turned his head fiercely. But when his eyes fell on the man in the lead, he immediately felt aggrieved. "Boss, why did you kick me?"

"What do you think?" The man walked straight.

He pulled Zeng Xiangxi up and held her waist.

He winked at her complacently and said to everyone in a clear voice, "This is my wife who ran away from home. She is holding my son in her arms."

As he spoke, he kicked the man again. "How dare you flirt with your sister-in-law? Do you think you should kick it or not?"

Hearing this, the man just now was stunned.

Feeling aggrieved, he rubbed the place where he was kicked. He frowned and looked so depressed.

'Sister-in-law?'

'Are... Are you kidding me?'

"Boss, why don't we know that you are married?"

"If you know, you will be my boss." The man in the lead snorted and then turned his attention to Zeng Xiangxi.

He raised his eyebrows complacently, smiled, and said to Zeng Xiangxi, "Right, honey?"

"Who is your wife?" The corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She raised her hand and slapped him on the face. "Jiang Xi, it's up to you how you like to play. But don't make fun of my son!"

Being humiliated in front of a group of subordinates, Jiang Xi's expression was somewhat unbearable. He was unhappy, but he did not lose his temper in the end.

But at this time, all the people present were shocked.

The woman in front of them kept hitting their boss, but the boss didn't lose his temper? It turned out that they were really old acquaintances.

Was she really boss's wife?

Especially the one who teased her, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and his legs uncontrollably trembled. He had a feeling that his life was over.

"My baby son." Jiang Xi didn't take her words seriously. Instead, he played with the baby in her arms and said, "Call me dad. Dad will take you to buy candies later."

Leaning against her chest, he stared at Jiang Xi without any response.

After playing all kinds of tricks for a while, Jiang Xi was defeated.

"Is he a fool?" He sighed and whispered in Zeng Xiangxi's ear doubtfully.

How could a normal child react like this?

Fool?

This word lit up the bomb in Zeng Xiangxi's heart.

"Jiang Xi!" She roared with a long face and held the baby tightly in her arms. "Get away from me!"

She was full of anger, but her eyes were shining. Tears were about to fall on her eyelashes.

The scene was so pitiful.

"Honey, I said something wrong." Jiang Xi raised his hands as if he was giving in. With a flattering smile on his face, he said, "Why are you so angry? Let's go home first. Now go home with me with the child."

Before he finished speaking, a heavy motorcycle roared and stopped beside the two people.

One of the whose long legs supported her on the ground, followed by a slap on the backside of Jiang Xi's head.

Caught off guard, Jiang Xi was taken aback.

"Be polite to her, or I'll teach you a lesson!" A voice that couldn't tell from a man or a woman exploded in her ears. Jiang Xi turned around and saw a somewhat gloomy face.

The one in front of him wore a faint smile on her face.

"Han Lang." Squinting her eyes, Zeng Xiangxi smiled from the bottom of her heart. "How do you know I'm here?"

"Is there anything I can't find?" Han Lang shook the short hair on her forehead and directly took the child from Zeng Xiangxi's arms. "Let's go home."

At this time, the subordinates of Jiang Xi had been stunned by the scene in front of them.

Where did this man come from?

Judging from the situation, the boss was cuckolded.

They looked at Jiang Xi with sympathy.

Boss, what a tragedy! They gathered together and whispered.

When Zeng Xiangxi heard their conversation, she only felt it funny.

Although Han Lang looked cool, she was a woman. But many people misunderstood her at the first sight.

As for Han Lang, she didn't want to explain either...

While she was thinking, Han Lang had finished negotiating with Jiang Xi.

With one of her hands on Jiang Xi's collar, Jiang Xi's men, underling, stepped back and made way for her...

In Golf Apartment.

With two bedrooms and one living room, the apartment was less than a hundred square meters.

However, it could be seen that this place was carefully decorated, and everywhere was filled with a warm atmosphere.

"This is my gift for your son. You can live here peacefully from now on." Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she said in a relaxed tone.

A gift?

Her heart jolted when she heard this.

At this moment, the key in her hand was like a hot potato.

"No." She shook her head and wanted to put the key back. "It's too expensive. I can't take it."

"Do you know how rich you are now?" She sneered and asked in reply, "The series you designed for me have gone crazy!"

"You are now worth hundreds of millions. How many companies want to poach you, a mysterious designer." With one hand on her shoulder, Han Lang said casually, "You can buy this building if you want, let alone this apartment."

"Well, don't push me around anymore. I will count on your design to make money in the future." With a firm tone, Han Lang directly changed the topic.

"By the way," She took out a bank card from her pocket and handed it over. She explained, "This is the bonus of your design in the past few years."

Hearing this, Zeng Xiangxi took the card with a faint smile. As she lowered her head, the palm print on her face immediately appeared.

Han Lang turned around and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes suddenly became malicious. "What's wrong with your face? Did that bastard do it?"

"Let's go!" Han Lang couldn't stand it anymore. She dragged Zeng Xiangxi towards the door and said, "That bastard, how dare him! I'll take you to dump him right now! Let him know that you're not the poor girl used to be! Now you're in the design world..."

Before Han Lang finished her words, Zeng Xiangxi shook her head and interrupted her, "Han Lang, I can't do that! I have a lot of bad deeds now. If anyone knows this, I'm afraid no one will pay attention to the clothes I designed."

Who would buy clothes designed by a murder?