Chapter 164: I am now a big idler

Jiang Beiyuan: "Didn't you understand?"
"Understand, understand, South Road, right? President Jiang, don't worry, I will check it for you tonight!
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan didn't reply again, and quickly cut off the phone.
There was still icy anger on his face, and after Yannian came out of the flower shop, that anger disappeared.
Yan Nian opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
The expression is no longer the grievance of the talent, replaced by relaxed and happy, "What shall we eat tonight?"
"I."
He smirked, while starting the car, raising his hand to touch her head, the corners of his eyebrows were doted and lazy, as if the man with the scarlet eyes was just disillusioned.
Speechless, he flicked away his hand, "Can you always be a little reserved?!"
Jiang Beiyuan smiled and drove steadily. The ring on his left ring finger and the one on her right hand each other, and was illuminated by the setting sun with a different kind of light.
Yannian turned his head and looked out the window.
I soon discovered that this is not the way home.
"where are we going?"
"Go meet someone."
"Who?"
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan did not explain, but sold a pass to let Yannian guess.
The car stopped steadily near a tea house.
The third-stage water tank tea house is quiet and fragrant, and the door is generous.
Jiang Beiyuan seemed to have an appointment long ago, so when Tong Yannian entered, a dedicated waiter led the two to the private room upstairs.
He took Yannian's hand all the way, and clasped his fingers very tightly, and the waiter who was following to one side had a panoramic view of this scene.
I feel that this man loves this woman very much.
From the movements, looks, and the look in her eyes, you can see everything.
Yan Nian was pulled by Jiang Beiyuan, really curious about whom he was going to show her to.
The waiter pushed aside a box named "Jin Junmei" at the end of the corridor, respectfully making a please gesture, "Sir, this is it."
Jiang Beiyuan nodded lightly, and read the same words.
Inside the box sat a man in a suit and leather shoes.
He looked mediocre, wearing blue-rimmed glasses, and was about 30 years old. After seeing Jiang Beiyuan, he quickly got up, "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, you are here!"
Jiang Beiyuan gave the man a wink secretly.
The man realized that his flattery seemed a bit too much, and immediately sat down pretending to be calm.
Bewildered and looked at Jiang Beiyuan, "Who is this?"
Jiang Beiyuan pulled her to sit down and sat beside Yannian by herself, and then began to explain, "Xu Kuangjie is going to buy a house. Let me show him the floor plan and decoration."
"But, why do you want you to show him his own house?" He was puzzled.
"He is busy at work," Jiang Beiyuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his expression was extremely innocent, "Your husband, I am a big idler now."
Yes.
He has lost his job now, and is a big idler.
Did the question like this indirectly hit Jiang Beiyuan's sore spot?
Thinking about it this way, I didn't ask too much.
The man opposite smiled, took two business cards from his pocket and handed them over.
"Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, my last name is Liu, what kind of decoration do you like, just tell me."
What kind of decoration do they like?
This idiot.
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes shot at Hanxing, and he looked at him sharply, making Xiao Liu hurriedly lowered his head and silently wiped the sweat that seeped from his forehead.
Did he say something wrong?
Yan Nian didn't care much, anyway, he chose a house for Xu Kuangjie, not her and Jiang Beiyuan's own house.