I don’t think you are necessarily better than Bo Zhanye. Don’t worry, I will be on a business trip tomorrow. It may take at least half a month, or at most half a year, so you can just pretend that you don’t have me as your wife.”
After saying that, she picked up the clothes on the bed, put them on, and walked out.
Nan Jingting froze on the spot.
He had never expected that such a situation would happen that night. He was angry and humiliated at the same time.
I am a grown man, but I actually have sex with a woman I don’t like, and I even have an emotional reaction.
So much so that he couldn't control his temper and his tone became much harsher.
In fact, no matter how much he suffers, it's not him, and he shouldn't say such harsh words.
At this time, Ruan Mufeng came up from downstairs with a curious look on his face:
"Jing Ting, what's going on? I just got off work, and when I saw the news about your marriage, I hurried over. Why did you get married so suddenly?
Was it Mrs. Ting who ran down just now?"
As he said that, he suddenly found a mess on the bed and was surprised: "Ah! Is this a relationship that has been broken for ten thousand years?"
I thought you would have no interest tonight, feel sad, and rushed back to enlighten you, but I didn’t expect... Tsk, look at this situation, it’s not bad."
Nan Jingting gave him a sharp look: "Do you want me to sew your mouth shut?"
"No, no, no!" Ruan Mufeng immediately shut up, not daring to joke again: "Can I stop it?
Look at your dark face. I told you before not to give up easily and to use all kinds of methods and means to chase Lan Xixi. It would be better for you to just give up on your own initiative. Now you are marrying another woman. It won't be painful for you.
Who suffers?
What are you going to do now?
Even though you don’t like her, you still have a relationship with her, so there’s no way... you shouldn’t treat her the same way.”
Nan Jingting pursed his thin lips, what can he do? Everyone has to go on a business trip! This is the only way.
He said no more.
...
Over there, Bo Zhan sent Lan Xixi back to Fu's house at night, and the car was parked outside the gate.
He glanced at the woman's little face and pulled her: "Are you still unhappy? I made you a gift. You should like it."
Lan Xixi turned to look at him: "What gift?"
While talking, she looked at his hand, but found that she didn't see anything, and became more curious: "Why didn't I see it?"
The corner of Bo Zhanye's mouth curled up slightly: "Not now, the news will be released at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, please pay attention."
news?
Send a gift to the news!
Lan Xixi was shocked and curious: "Is it too grand and too public? Can we keep a low profile?"
Bo Zhanye said: "No, it is a very meaningful thing."
"How can you arouse curiosity like this? Tell me now, okay? Otherwise I will lose sleep tonight."
Bo Zhanye raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you lost sleep because of the gift?"
"Of course! Half-talking makes people think about this!" Lan Xixi blinked her big innocent eyes to show her grievance.
But unexpectedly, the next second Bo Zhanye's beautiful and sexy lips opened: "It's okay to lose sleep over gifts.
I don’t want you to lose sleep over Nan Jingting’s marriage.”
What?
Are you losing sleep over Brother Nan’s marriage?
Lan Xixi was surprised by what he said.
What's more important is that the calm teasing in his words, but also a bit of care, made her a little at a loss.