Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

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Jiang Yuan lifted a thin shoulder strap with one hand, and the hem of the skirt may reach the middle of the thigh. Although there is no hollow design on the fabric, it is sexy and bold enough.

She swallowed: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

I dare not think about what kind of embarrassing scene it would be to wear this nightgown in front of the boss.

Zhan Zhaoxi didn't understand: "What's inappropriate about this? Oh, do you think it's too short? Then look at the other one, it's a long one, aunt."

After graduating from high school, she went abroad to study. Influenced by Western culture, her mind is much more open. She didn't think there was anything wrong with giving her aunt a sexy nightgown.

In her opinion, her uncle had been single for many years and suddenly married a much younger wife. He must be very happy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have resisted the pressure from her grandparents and insisted on getting married.

Today, it seems that the old house of my uncle is on fire. It's not without reason.

If she wants that part, she has to compete with my uncle.

Jiang Yuan opened another one with trepidation. The style was similar, black, and the skirt reached the calf.

She finally died with a hanging heart.

After all, it was the kindness of her niece. She didn't feel embarrassed to refuse it and accepted the hot potato with tears.

"Thank you, Zhaoxi, I like it very much."

Zhan Zhaoxi showed a brilliant smile, "I'm glad that you like it, my aunt. I was afraid that you would not like it."

Lu Sheng had something to do at the company and didn't go back to the old house for dinner at night.

Jiang Yuan was pestered by Zhan Zhaoxi, and she and Lu Miao were forced to stay in the old house for one night.

The next morning.

Zhan Zhaoxi's expression of love was very pure, clinging but not excessive, and would not make people feel annoyed.

Jiang Yuan just got up and saw two people standing at the door, Lu Miao and Zhan Zhaoxi. The former pouted, and I don't know who made her unhappy.

"What are you doing?" Gathering at her door early in the morning?

Zhan Zhaoxi smiled brightly and spoke first: "Breakfast is ready, my cousin and I are here to call you, my aunt, to come out for dinner."

"Cousin, am I right?"

Lu Miao, who was cueed, looked at her cousin who was taller than her, and then looked at Jiang Jie who didn't understand, and hummed "um".

After most of the morning, Jiang Yuan couldn't stand Zhan Zhaoxi's enthusiasm. She wanted to leave, saying that she had to deliver lunch to Lu Shengrang at noon.

But Zhan Zhaoxi asked with great interest, "Auntie, can I stay at your place for a few days?"

Mei Jie knew her granddaughter's personality too well. She had a clear like and dislike. When facing someone she didn't like, no matter what their status was, she would always put on a sour face.

Now it seems that Zhaoxi really likes Jiang Yuan, her uncle.

She had no choice but to stop him: "Zhaoxi, what are you up to again?"

Zhan Zhaoxi said innocently: "I like my aunt, and I want to spend more time with her. Besides, I haven't seen Miaomiao for a long time. It's better for the three of us girls to get together and talk."