Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

"Mu Jue, are you asleep?" The phone next to the bed vibrated suddenly, it was a message from Lin Rushi.

"No." He simply replied.

He really didn't have any feelings for his so-called lover, but he still couldn't bear it because of his past love.

"Mujue, can you come out to accompany him? I miss you so much now, I haven't seen you for a long time." Behind him was a coquettish expression.

He lost a glance at the time displayed on the phone, "Go to bed early." After editing the last message, he didn't reply any more.

Women, to him, are troubles.

There was already enough of one in the house to give him a headache.

Early in the morning, Shang Zhuyi couldn't wait to run to the beauty salon opened by Ji's family.

"Hi Young Mistress Ji!" As soon as she entered the door, the beautician inside recognized her at a glance and greeted her uniformly.

"You can just call me Miss Shang, you don't have to be so restrained." Shang Zhuyi nodded slightly.

So far, she is still not used to this kind of address, it is too honorable, but it makes her a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, Miss Shang." With a standard smile on her face, the queen's beautician led her into the room.

"Miss Shang, are you still doing the same skin care package today?" Sitting down on the sofa, the beautician asked respectfully.

Although Shang Zhuyi is not too young, her skin is naturally beautiful, smooth and tender, making people want to pinch it. Therefore, when she usually does beauty treatment, she only needs to do the simplest thing here The set menu is just fine.

"Uh... Let's get another one today." Thinking back to what happened last night, Shang Zhuyi was heartbroken, "Let's make a first aid package today."

first aid?Why do people need first aid for their enviable skin?

The beautician was taken aback for a moment, but since it was the customer's own request, she had no choice but to nod to express her understanding.

"Miss Shang, please wait here for me, I'll go get ready first."

"it is good."

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the undulating tea leaves in the cup on the table, her thoughts suddenly drifted far away.

Thinking of everything that happened since Ji Mujue lost his memory, she sighed unconsciously.

Will he fall in love with her again?
no answer.

No one can find an answer until the end of the matter.

"Miss Shang, you look a bit tired, do you need a massage for you first?" The beautician came in pushing a small trolley, and saw Shanghai Note who was in a daze, his eyes were a little dim, and there was a dark spot on his delicate skin. Eye circles appear unusually obvious.

"Then, I'm sorry to trouble you." Shang Zhuyi smiled back. He has been busy taking care of Ji Mujue these days, and his body does feel a little tired. In addition, Ji Mujue pissed him off last night, and he couldn't sleep well all night. Naturally, his complexion was not good. .

"Then Miss Shang, please lie down on the bed!" the beautician said while preparing aromatherapy and essential oils.

Unbuttoning the shirt, Shang Zhuyi lay on the soft bed, a large area of ​​back skin was exposed, the skin was creamy, white and tight, there were also a bunch of beautiful butterfly bones, and a faintly visible waist.

Sensing the superb technique of the beautician, Shang Zhuyi closed his eyes in enjoyment, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The comfortable touch made him drowsy, but he was awakened by the soft wake of the person above.

"Hello, Mr. Ji!" The beautician who was working hard saw Ji Mujue who suddenly barged in, and stammered.

Mr. Ji?Ji Mujue?Why is he here?

Ji Mujue said nothing, just waved his hands casually, the beautician nodded with interest, and then walked out of the room as if fleeing.

Just when she was suspecting that she was hallucinating, she turned her head and saw a handsome face that caught her eye, making her heart tense for a moment.

A set of Versace's custom-made suits were tailored to fit his tall and stalwart figure. He had a devilish face like Satan in the world, without any expression, exuding the unique coldness and hostility of a superior.

She had to admit to his charm, which took her eyes away every time.

This woman is indeed quite pretty.

His gaze fell on her smooth back involuntarily, the beauty was bubbling, and the waist was gently grasped, making the willows fluttering in the wind appear in his mind, soft and slender.

Ji Mujue in front of her was staring at her bare back, she suddenly felt ashamed, and then pulled the quilt beside her violently.

Ji Mujue narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said lightly, "What are you doing here?"

What are you doing?She should ask this question, right?
This kind of VIP physiotherapy room is always reserved for men, but he barged in without saying a word, Shanghai frowned in dissatisfaction.

But Shang Zhuyi is not stupid enough to provoke him at this time, after all, her current posture is really bad, and the difference between her and a vacuum is only a quilt away, "I, come for the beauty treatment."

With her back to him, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but only heard the man's deep voice, "Yujing Manor in the eastern suburbs of the city, do you know where it is?"

"I know." However, he suddenly asked what this was for.

"I remember arriving before eight o'clock in the evening. Mom held a banquet there. And remember to pay more attention to your mobile phone in the future."

After speaking, he walked towards the door with a calm and steady pace.

"Wait!" she whispered. "Is there nothing else going on?"

Breaking in, just to tell her this?

"Are you trying to keep me?" She heard the man's chuckling voice, like a night breeze.

"No... I just want to confirm it." She quickly defended, and found that sometimes she really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this man.

"By the way, there is indeed one thing I forgot to say." The man said lightly. According to his tone, she could even imagine the evil smile on her face now.

"What?" she asked curiously.

"You are in good shape."

In good shape?Shang Zhuyi was stunned, his little face turned red to the ears again, is this a compliment to her?
Is this a love story?

This was the first time, the first tender words he had said since she lost her memory.

I couldn't help but want to take a look at his face, and turned my head, but there was no sign of him in the room.

As for Shang Zhuyi, she was very happy in her heart, she was no longer a young girl in love, and she couldn't help being elated when she heard the man she liked say such things to her.

Yujing Manor in the east of the city is a grand high-society party. The people who come are either rich or expensive, and they are all leaders in the industry and giants in the financial street.

This time the party, on the surface, was to celebrate Ji Mujue's discharge from the hospital, but in essence, it was an informal announcement of the news of Ji Mujue's amnesia, so that he could explain some of Ji Mujue's unavoidable mistakes at work in the future.

For this reason, Shang Zhuyi dressed up meticulously, and beauties are indispensable at the party, so she will not give a chance to let those very scheming women take the opportunity to snatch his man away.

The Dior haute couture dress perfectly outlines her bumpy figure. It is elegant and generous, but still a little sexy. A pair of Christianloubotin high-heeled shoes add a bit of feminine charm, making her taller, with a faint smile on her face. The makeup, coupled with the exquisite and impeccable facial features, carried an indescribable and indescribable style.

She walked into the castle gracefully, and many men who had been toasting and chatting stopped their movements and cast fiery gazes at her.

And she just raised her head, looking for the figure of that person in the crowd...

Finally, the line of sight froze somewhere.

Beside the perfect and impeccable Ji Mujue, Lin Rushi was holding his hand, the smile on his face became more dazzling.

It's her again!
She knew that the Ji family and the Lin family were family friends, so how could Lin Rushi let go of such a good opportunity to get close to Ji Mujue?

Just looking at these two standing together, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Although Lin Ru liked Ji Mujue many years ago, it didn't mean that she would not recover her memory before Ji Mujue I took advantage of it before.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave for a while." Yan Rong leaned close to Ji Mujue's ear and said a few words, then he bowed his head and greeted Lin Rushi.

"It's okay, you can go to work first, anyway, the party hasn't officially started yet." Lin Rushi said generously, with a virtuous and virtuous appearance.

Shang Zhuyi looked at her ambiguous eyes, and inexplicably ignited clusters of anger in his heart, kicking on his high-heeled shoes, he walked towards her uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand, clenched the woman's wrist full of gold and silver jewelry, and walked towards the deserted back of the castle.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lin Rushi was taken aback by this sudden movement, and when he saw the other person's face clearly, he screamed sharply. "Let go of me, don't get my hands dirty!"

On the edge of the huge swimming pool, Shang Zhuyi shook off her hand, and then stared closely at Lin Rushi in front of him who took out a handkerchief and really wiped his hands.

"Lin Rushi, I don't care what your purpose is, I'm warning you now as Ji Mujue's wife, stay away from him!"

Whether it was the two of them getting along alone in the ward, or their performance at the banquet now, Lin Rushi's behavior was very suspicious, which made her uneasy.

After hearing this, Lin Rushi slightly raised her coquettish phoenix eyes, and slightly raised her red lips, revealing a smile, which was full of contempt and disdain.

"What did I think it was, so it was for this?" Lin Ru snorted coldly, "This is not my problem, if Miss Shang is charming enough to tie Boss Ji by her side, why bother here now? ? You're just jealous."

charm?

Do you have to compare everything with yourself?This point, after so many years, Lin Rushi still hasn't changed.

There were not many changes on Shang Zhu's clothes, just a chuckle, at that moment she felt that Ji Mujue's arrogance and arrogance were inexplicably possessed in her heart, "I'm sorry, Miss Lin, this is the first time I've seen you. How can a person talk so well about seducing a married man? Of course, I can control the men in my family, but I'm afraid there are some villains with impure motives. "

She raised her reed-like thin neck high, folded her hands on her chest, and stared at the person in front of her. Even though that person was wearing high heels ten centimeters high, she was still much shorter than herself.