Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

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Jiang Yuan knew her own strength very well. She was able to point fingers at the Jiang family before, but it was only because of the power of the boss. If she faced the Jiang family alone, she would not be able to accomplish anything except her own miserable life.

Therefore, it was impossible for the original owner to fulfill her ideas. She would never offend the boss.

As for the Jiang family, she would not rush to please people with different thoughts. If they took the initiative to come to her, she could not blame her subordinates for being ruthless. How those people treated the original owner was clear in her memory.

After chatting with Lu Miao for a while, Jiang Yuan explained some ideas for her to solve difficult problems. Two hours passed quickly.

After talking all afternoon, her throat was dry, so she thought about going downstairs to drink some water. She ran into Sister Ping who was setting the table.

"Madam, dinner is ready."

Jiang Yuan took a sip of honey water to moisten her throat: "Okay, I'll go and call the father and daughter down to eat."

She first told Lu Miao, and then went back to the bedroom.

Almost the moment the door opened, the man lying flat on the bed woke up.

Jiang Yuan walked slowly to the bed, thinking about how to wake him up. The next second, she and Lu Sheng, who had opened his eyes, made eye contact.

Silence spread in an instant.

"Did I disturb you?"

Lu Shengrang narrowed his dry eyes, sat up, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, it's time to wake up."

He could no longer remember the last time he slept in the afternoon.

After drinking the warm milk, he wondered if he could fall asleep while lying on the bed. But he didn't expect to fall asleep so quickly.

This time he slept particularly peacefully, and the irritability and headache disappeared completely, and his mentality also returned to peace and calm.

"What's wrong?" The man lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The pajamas were thin and light in summer, and the body full of vigorous power could be vaguely seen under the clothes.

Tall and long-legged, strong and upright. Although he has been working in the office for a long time, his figure is still first-class.

The sleeping Lu Shengrang and the awake Lu Shengrang are two completely different feelings. The former is more elegant, while the latter is more oppressive.

Jiang Yuan, who was not so nervous at first, gradually became excited after seeing his figure clearly and closely. She knew that Lu Shengrang was as good as the male lead in all aspects. She usually didn't pay much attention to him, but today she was enlightened.

Jiang Yuan stepped back a few steps, leaving enough safety distance, and said with a slightly blushing face: "Dinner is ready."

It seems that he should have abdominal muscles, and I don't know how they feel.

Lu Shengrang: "Yeah."

After getting the response, Jiang Yuan walked out quickly with random thoughts. Seeing that Lu Miao's door was open, she patted her overly excited chest twice, walked over and saw the cheap lady still sitting at the desk, writing something on the draft paper with a pen in her hand.

"Hey, you're not going to eat?"

Lu Miao sighed like an old woman, "Eat, I just had an idea for this question. I'm afraid I'll forget it after eating, so I want to write it down. But I can't write it down."