Wang Aoshuang's heart suddenly seemed to have stopped, and she stared at her dumbfounded.
But soon, she came to her senses and blurted out, "Impossible!"
Zuo An slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is it impossible?"
Wang Aoshuang looked at her closely, "A woman who likes Ang can go to Australia from here. Do you think I will believe you if you just pretend to be his wife?"
"Do you believe him so much?"
"Of course." She said firmly.
If Zuo An said she was Ling Ang's fiancée, she might still believe it. But if he said she was his wife, she felt it was absolutely impossible.
Zuo An's eyebrows turned, "Okay, just wait a moment." She turned around and walked upstairs.
After a while, she came down with a notebook and handed it to Wang Aoshuang, "This is the marriage certificate of Ang and I in Australia."
Wang Aoshuang looked at the notebook in Zuo An's hand with great confusion, and took it over with some trembling.
She slowly opened the book... The moment she opened the book, she felt that all the blood in her body froze in an instant, and she heard the sound of her heart suddenly breaking.
The marriage certificate contains Ling Ang's English name and his photo.
The name and photo were like a sharp and thin knife, shining with a cold light, churning randomly in her heart, causing blood and flesh to be bruised and riddled with holes.
She felt that the world was spinning, the whole villa was shaking before her eyes, and she seemed to be about to faint.
Like a weathered stone, she stood there speechless for a long time.
After a long time, she suddenly shouted loudly: "It's impossible... I don't believe it..."
Zuo An looked at her with some pity, his tone was indifferent, "Whether you believe it or not, this is a fact. In fact, I have known about your existence for a long time. Men, if there is no woman around, they will definitely feel lonely. You are still pretty.
It's okay, and it's not surprising that Ang likes you. But now that I'm back, he will always come back to me."
Wang Aoshuang looked at her steadily, struggling fiercely with doubts and trust in her heart, "I won't believe what you said. Do you know how many things I have gone through with him? His feelings for me will never be fake."
Recalling that Ling Ang had done so many things for her, expressed such deep love, and even gave up his career for her. How could such a feeling be an illusion?
A cold smile overflowed from Zuo An's lips, "A person's life is so long, it is impossible for a man to love only one woman. We have been married for many years, and the shelf life of love has passed, so men usually have extramarital affairs.
And this is very common in the West, so it doesn't surprise me. I may believe that Ang's feelings for you are real, but it is also a fruitless relationship because he already has a real family, his mother, his
His wife, and..."
Before Zuo An finished speaking, a little girl suddenly ran out of the room.
The little girl's skin is like snow, her hair is like silk, her eyes are as bright and moving as stars, her oval face is white and rosy, and she has a smile like a sunflower.
The whole person is as beautiful as a little princess.
Zuo An looked at the little girl, something strange flashed in his eyes.
The little girl tugged at Zuo An's clothes and asked, "Mom, did you bring my doll back?"
Boom! Wang Aoshuang felt that the condensed blood in her body exploded instantly as if a bomb had been dropped.