Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Even if she wants to deceive herself, she is clear about her position in Ji Mujue's heart.

Is it a stand-in?No, she wasn't even a stand-in. In front of him, she probably wasn't much different from passers-by, the only difference was that she had a bit of the shadow of Shang Zhuyi on her body.

Thinking of this, clusters of flames rose inexplicably in her heart. She straightened her back and just opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door.

Ji Mujue pushed the door open and came in, only feeling the strange atmosphere in the room.

"What's wrong?" His tone was so cold, his deep eyes were like a sharp knife, sweeping across the faces of several people in the room.

There was no answer in the room, and Chunliang finally spoke, "It's nothing, I just said a few words," she responded perfunctorily.

"Jue, it's rare for you to come here once, can you talk to me for a while?" Chunliang looked up at Ji Mujue, his pale face didn't have much color, only the black pupils flashed a little What, seems to be expecting, but also seems to be begging.

In the past few days, he had been looking forward to it for so long, but now he finally stood in front of him, and there was not even a word of dialogue between the two of them, but even so, she still had no intention of giving up.

She still can't let go, how could she let go?
Ji Mujue remained silent, his eyes were still cold, he just nodded slightly, Nan Gongjun at the side glanced at him with complicated eyes, grabbed Shang Lanyi's arm and walked towards the door.

"Let go! I'll go by myself!" In the corridor, Shang Lanyi shook off Nangong Jun's tightly clenched hand, and patted the place on his sleeve where he had just touched it in disgust.

"Shang Lanyi!" Nangong Jun frowned, folded his hands on his chest, and looked down at the woman in front of him.

"Don't think I don't know what little calculations you have in mind, but I warn you, stay away from my sister!"

The woman's intention is already obvious, she just wants to swear her sovereignty in front of her, he doesn't care about these, but if he wants to hurt his sister, he will never allow it.

"Yo, is it true that sisters and brothers love each other deeply? Needless to say, I will stay away from her myself. With her current appearance, how can I have the heart to attack her?"

Shang Lanyi sneered, without avoiding it, walked up to him with catwalks, raised his chin slightly, with a fearless look, as if he wanted to pay back all the losses he suffered just now.

"Forget it, I'm sorry that you, a woman whose marriage has been divorced, still rely on those few looks similar to the bamboo clothes to get to the top. For the sake of the bamboo clothes, I don't care about anything with you."

Nangong Jun said lightly, but perfectly interpreted the word mean to the fullest.

Shang Lanyi in front of him was at a loss for words, and he was so angry that he didn't say anything, Shang Zhuyi!It's Shang Zhuyi again!

But only Shang Zhuyi, a dead woman, a woman whom she doesn't want to look at, can add some possibility to her plan to get close to Ji Mujue.

Nangong Jun raised his eyes and focused his eyes on the face in front of him. The disdain at the corners of his mouth that was originally raised became more bitter.

Bamboo clothes...

In the ward, there were only two people left, and the air was eerily quiet.

"Jue, come and sit here?" Gu Chunliang gently patted the empty space beside his bed, with a faint smile on his small face.

"No, I'll just stand." Ji Mujue said coldly, his knuckle fingers reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and then calmly puffed out the smoke ring.

His eyes wandered, staring at the air in mid-air for a while, and staring at the leather shoes he polished, but he didn't land on the person in front of him.

The woman he once loved is now a stranger, even he himself can't explain it, and even he himself doesn't know what he is running away from.

Looking at that handsome but cold face, Chunliang seemed to have lost a lot of weight, probably because of his busy schedule recently, or because he used work as a drug to anesthetize himself.

"You've lost weight, Jue. Didn't you take good care of your body recently?" Chunliang's thin voice floated in the ward, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine, how are you? Is your injury better?" Ji Mujue's tone was not too turbulent, it was still as cold as before, making people feel like there was an ice wall.

"It's better, the doctor said, if you recover well, you can leave the hospital soon." She smiled back, although she knew that there were more formal greetings in these words, but there was only this kind of polite greeting, His tenderness is still there.

He nodded and didn't say anything more. The air fell into silence again. Originally, Gu Chunliang had prepared a lot of words. At that moment, looking at his slightly vicissitudes side face, he suddenly couldn't say a word.

She reached for the remote control next to her, trying to ease the awkwardness of the silence. As soon as the TV was turned on, her face turned pale, a bit worse than the white sheets on the bed.

"Miss Gu Chunliang (pseudonym), the eldest lady of the Nangong family, after the Yanzhaomen incident..."

She frowned and wanted to switch off the remote control in a panic. The next second, with a "click", the man in front of her unplugged the TV first.

She never imagined that the thing she didn't want to be mentioned the most in her heart was now exposed to the man she loves without leaving a trace.

The man was still smoking the cigarette in his hand, his handsome face was covered by the smoke rings, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

But even though the man didn't react too much, a strong sense of shame still surged in her heart, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

"That... Jue... I..." She said incoherently, trying to explain something, but what is there to explain?

She was the one who drugged the wine back then, but now it's just her own doing. Thinking of this, she instantly loses her confidence.

"Is the matter still unresolved?" Ji Mujue seemed to see through the embarrassment in her eyes, ignored her embarrassment, and asked naturally and directly.

Gu Chunliang knew exactly what he was referring to. It was nothing more than the "Pornographic" incident that had been hyped up during this period. Although Nan Gongjun had been trying his best to suppress the matter, but such explosive news, the major news media How could it be possible to let it go? In addition to the incident of being murdered this time, the discussion on the Internet is even hotter.

She shook her head slightly, pretending to be weak, her long eyelashes were immediately soaked with tears, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter, you can rest assured to recover from illness." After all, he still couldn't bear it, no matter what, he still hoped that this woman who was saved by Zhuyi could take care of Zhuyi. survive.

After hearing this, Gu Chunliang felt as if his heart had been stabbed severely by something. In the past, he would have hugged himself into his arms and comforted himself clumsily.

But now, even though his face was covered with tears, he was actually indifferent, and he was even stingy in giving a word of comfort.

"Thank you..." She moved her lips slightly and squeezed out two words.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first, and I'll come to see you another day." Stipping out the cigarette butt, he said, for some reason, staying here made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Gu Chunliang was stunned and panicked, she knew that once he left, maybe he would never come back.

"No, Jue, why don't you stay with me for a while, I'm very lonely in the hospital alone." She said hastily, with tears still in her eyes, coquettishly.

"I still have something to do. I'm relieved to have Nangong Jun here." Facing her request, he didn't feel any pity, but because her hypocritical stomach suddenly started to churn.

The Chunliang in front of him is no longer the Chunliang he loves deeply, she is not!
Perhaps, she was not the kind of woman he liked from the very beginning, she just covered up too much perfection, so that he didn't really see her appearance clearly until he lost Shang Zhuyi.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

Her body softened, and she lay on the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, muttering, "Why..."

"Jeez, why...is there something like this between us?" She raised her face and yelled vigorously, her body trembling, her crying red eyes reflected deep sadness, resentment, and many things he couldn't understand Impurities.

Ji Mujue paused, turned his head, looked at the crying woman, he didn't feel any distress in his heart.

He didn't want to argue with a patient, but her stubbornness became the fuse at this moment.

"Why?" He frowned, his black pupils suddenly darkened, his originally cold face became tense, and his voice suddenly expanded several times in a gloomy direction, "You ask me why? You shouldn't be worse than me. Want to be clear?"

Does Shang Zhuyi's death really have nothing to do with her?
The answer is no, even so, he still treats her with respect, which is his last respect.

She was speechless, and the pain in her heart seemed to be hit, and the feeling of guilt spread to her limbs. She glanced at him tentatively, then turned her head away. She knew clearly that there would be no result if the dispute continued like this.

"Jeez, can you answer a question for me?" She adjusted her mood and asked.

All the signs in front of her showed her that he had long since lost his previous feelings for her, but she still insisted on wanting an answer.

"Say!" He frowned, losing patience a little.

"do you still love me?"

The air suddenly seemed to be condensed, and the sound of seconds moving non-stop could be heard in the ward.

"Okay, I get it." She looked at the silent Ji Mujue, and suddenly smiled sadly, as if something had disappeared in her heart, and her chest was aching with tightness.

He glanced at her, and then there was a sound of closing the door in the room.

In the W Hotel, the dim lights add a touch of mystery to the atmosphere.

"Ask me out, what's the matter?" Guo Luochen asked after taking a sip of his coffee.