Zhuo Jian still found the cigarette from his bag and lit it. Zhuang Mingli frowned, stood in front of the car with her, and asked her, "My must I smoke?"
"Don't worry about me."
Fu Yanye always likes to take care of her, so she can't take care of herself. Then she sent her to the eighteenth level of hell to let her learn to live alone.
So it is best for these men not to meddle in other people's business.
Their brief enthusiasm seemed to her now, even meaningless and funny.
Zhuang Mingli was also upset, so he lit a point, and then the two of them sucked in front of the car together.
Later he turned to look at her, looking at her thin but gentle side face, "Do you have any plans recently?"
"Where are you? It is said that your father has already set the wedding date for you."
Zhuo Jian took a sip of cigarette, then held his elbow and looked at the sea.
"I treat her as my sister, and I can't get up."
“…”
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.
This also sounds familiar.
Fu Yanye also said similar things back then.
She still remembers that she had just returned before her mother left. At that time, he treated her as a little girl and said that he didn't feel that way about her, and then what about?
They gave birth to four children, and he still likes to touch his hands whenever he is with her.
Zhuo Jian took a sip of cigarettes and reminded him, "Don't say anything so absolutely. Maybe the woman you look down on now will be your life partner for many years in the future, and will also have children with you."
"Hmph, I just want to have children with you now."
Zhuang Mingli spit out a mouthful of smoke and squinted at her and said.
Zhuo Jian also stared at him, "I can't give birth."
"Um?"
"When I gave birth to my daughter, the doctor advised me not to give birth. The risk of regeneration is to exchange for one life for another."
Her extremely indifferent tone did not think it was a serious matter.
But Zhuang Mingli looked at her so calmly, but she felt sad. In his heart, she was just a silly woman who was hurt.
He wanted to love her, but she seemed to be still devoted to the man.
"Zhuang Mingli, if I were you, I would not waste time on someone who would not have feelings for me, and stop you in time..."
Do you know the three words you have not said yet, Zhuang Mingli has already come to her.
Zhuo Jian bent back subconsciously.
Zhuang Mingli pressed the front of the car on both sides of her waist with his hands, and looked straight at her, wanting to warn her not to teach a man who hadn't eaten meat, but in the end, he just flashed in her eyes because he saw her.
After being uneasy, calmed down and calmed down.
She has suffered so much, how could he torture her?
"Zhuo Jian, if you remarry me, you will definitely be the happiest woman in the world."
His voice was low and warm, and he was tempted.
Zhuo Jian only looked at him and smiled slightly, "It's hard to say."
"Fu Yanye has hit your yearning for love, you cannot punish other men who love you."
He whispered and begged.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, just looked at him, trying to see from his eyes where the eldest young master who ran away in the middle of the night had gone. Now he looked, but he was full of wits and didn't need to escape.
"You have not been kissed by a man other than Fu Yanye, have you?"
Zhuang Mingli stared at her and asked.
She saw that she had never had any other relationships, and it was even more impossible for her to kiss other men.
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, silently and didn't want to be guessed so easily.
"What era is this? You have only kissed your husband? You must have only slept one, right?"
"Aren't you going to talk about the lawsuit?"
Zhuo Jian held the cigarette in his hand against the body of the car, and one hand against his heart.
"If you try another man, you may not be able to let go of the man who is about to become an ex-husband."
“…”
Do they think that love will change just by changing one's sleep?
Zhuo Jian stared at him. Although Zhuo Mingli was the real Zhuang Mingli, she felt that it was unnecessary.
Zhuang Mingli suddenly lowered his head in her ear: "Don't move."
Zhuo Jian didn't move, and his hand was slightly placed on Zhuo Jian's back waist.
Looking from Wang Rui, it was like kissing.
Actually not.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeats very quickly. The sudden approach of this stranger was like an invasion that made her want to escape.
But he spoke in her ear, "Someone is taking pictures, and it looks like a private detective."
“…”
He began to say that Zhuo Jian thought it was Wang Rui, and when she heard the words "private detective", she was a little confused.
"Master Zhuang, please let go of our young lady."
Soon a familiar voice rang out on both of them.
Zhuang Mingli let go of her waist, and put the hand that touched her waist back into his pocket instantly but held it tightly. He wanted her temperature to stay for a while, that kind of tenderness was something he had never felt before.
Zhuo Jian breathed a little relieved and looked at Wang Rui on one side. There were three people next to Wang Rui.
Zhuang Mingli stepped back three steps away, looked at Zhuo Jian's puzzled expression, and asked Wang Rui with a smile: "Why isn't the only brother Rui today?"
"We have to ensure the safety of the young lady."
"Oh? I'm sure you don't want to make sure the young lady isn't sleeping with me?"
Zhuang Mingli sneered.
"Madam, it's cold by the sea, so it's better to go back to the city early."
Wang Rui reminded her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, then thought of the private detective Zhuang Mingli mentioned, turned his head and looked diagonally opposite. A black BMW happened to leave, and she only saw the parking space.
She squinted her eyes unconsciously, and she couldn't see the license plate number very clearly.
A piece of ashes suddenly fell on the cigarette in Zhuo Jian's hand. Before he could talk to him, he shook first, and then looked down at her hand.
It was the finger that was wearing the ring, and the place where the ring was worn, and it was burned.
It was almost nine o'clock when she went back. She went to the hotel with Zhuang Mingli to meet the lawyer. She only went back after talking to Shengyuan.
She was actually a little afraid of him, but sometimes people are like this, and they will come whatever they are afraid of.
He is downstairs.
Wearing a simple casual coat, standing tall and upright.
When she got off the car, he stared at her at the door.
He probably just took a shower and his hair wasn't dry yet.
Zhuo Jian walked over and found that he was staring at him, which made her feel panicked.
When she met the lawyer tonight, she said something that was against him.
When Fu Yanye saw her approaching, she didn't say anything. She walked around him and turned around and followed him in.
She smoked and drank wine. It was not the clean and fragrant smell she usually had on her body. He quickly discovered it in one step.
The two walked inside, entered the elevator and stood beside each other, with the posture of the opposing ones.
The speed of the elevator is the slowest ever.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, she took it out of her bag and took a look, then connected, "I'm home, are you drinking too much? You're talking nonsense, and you're hung up."
Fu Yanye didn't move until she hung up the phone until she felt like she was blushing.
Fu Yanye stared at her. Within five seconds, he couldn't calm down. He stepped out of his long legs and instantly came to her.
Zhuo Jian was frightened and his conditioned reflex was retreating, standing directly against the ladder wall, looking up at him.
And his hands were already in her ears, and his eyes were arrogant and forced to her, "What good thing have you done today?"