Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Just as he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Aren't you coming down?"

There is only one dilapidated bus station in this barren mountain, which is indeed a bit creepy. Besides, it is getting dark now. If she really wants to attack him, it is indeed a good opportunity.

But, why didn't she come down?

"Why should I go down?" Shang Zhuyi retorted, throwing two coins in his direction, "You take this, it's enough for you to take the bus back!"

Take the bus?

Ji Mujue was stunned for a moment, he had never taken a bus since he was a child, maybe it was more than that, let alone him, even Ji Jianzhou, probably never took a bus in his life!

But now, she just left him like this and let him take the bus back by himself?
If someone bumps into him, tomorrow's headline will probably read like this: "According to netizens, Ji Mujue, the president of Ji's Group, is taking a bus in the suburbs. We suspect that this may be related to Ji's recent repeated losses? Or Is this a harbinger of the impending collapse of Ji's Group?"

Although this conjecture is a bit exaggerated, the news media and netizens have always been so exaggerated, otherwise how would he use his information to win the attention of the audience?

"Hey, do you really want to do this to me?" Ji Mujue yelled, however, in response to her, there was a screeching sound from the car scratching the ground.

A tall figure from the back, in extreme desperation, picked up several coins on the ground, took the bus back home, the back was extremely lonely, like an old man with an empty nest...

When he got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the car was extremely crowded. He stood all the way, and people kept casting strange glances at him.

Only then did Ji Mujue realize that he should let the fox come to pick him up, but some of his important items such as his mobile phone were left in the car, and some of them had already sunk into the noisy sea.

If you want that woman to pick up a mobile phone, will she agree?Probably not, so the ending is still the same.

He, the president of Ji's Group, the only son of the famous Ji family, and the emperor of the business world, finally returned to his home in the west of the city from the east of the city by bus for two or three hours.

Along the way, the figure of that woman was in my mind, and besides that, I kept thinking about what Chu Annan had said.

What happened between him and Chu Annan in the past?And Shang Zhuyi, what kind of relationship is there between them?Just like what Lin Rushi said, the relationship between husband and wife in name only, or the type of love to death?
He needs to recall something now. Lying on the big bed in the bedroom, he squeezed his head and began to desperately recall something.

The woman's face, the warm tears, the heart-piercing screams, the wailing of the ambulance, the shocking blood flowing out...

This image appeared again in front of his eyes, no, Ji Mujue, try harder, this bit of information is not enough, not enough at all!You must think of something again!A voice inside screamed.

"Ah!" His painful facial features were all pulled together, his brows were tightly frowned into a word "Chuan", and his mind was full of fragments.

In the picture, the crying woman raised her face, he froze immediately, and his dark pupils dilated to the extreme.

That woman is Shang Zhuyi!
It's Shang Zhuyi again!What is she crying for?Why is she crying so sadly? Where did the blood on her face come from?
One question after another kept popping up in my mind, but the memory seemed to suddenly close the door to information.

He let out a long sigh, his dizziness made him unable to continue thinking, the only thing he could think of was this.

Looking at the crystal chandelier above his head, his eyes darkened, as if he had just finished an extremely intense marathon, and his chest heaved violently.

No, there is always something to prove all of this, and there is always a bit of swimming information to be found. Something flashed in his deep eyes suddenly, and he had another idea in his heart.

By the way, the room, Shang Zhuyi's room, she said before that they lived together, but he never went in once.

Since they've been a thing for so many years, there's always something in the room to prove it.

Thinking of this, he jumped up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom in three steps.

The room is very large, with a kingsize bed in the middle, which is obviously a double bed, but in fact, it is more than enough to sleep five people.Opening the closet, it was full of his suits, as well as the clothes that she hurriedly took away that day and didn't come. I checked repeatedly, but still found nothing.

His gaze shifted to the desk next to him... and another round of rummaging through boxes and cabinets began.

After two hours of fiddling, I searched the room inside and out, and almost took off the roof, but still found nothing.

Ji Mujue sat slumped on the carpet, surrounded by messy books, all kinds of high-end custom-made clothes, shoes, decorations, all in a mess, as if in ruins.

No, still nothing!

How could there be nothing.

Clusters of anger ignited in my heart, I stretched out my hand, grabbed the porcelain on the table next to me, and began to throw it to the ground as if venting.

There was a crisp sound, and the porcelain that took millions of dollars a few years ago became fragmented at that moment.

As if he was still angry, Ji Mujue picked up the vase and threw it at the wall in front of him. He was really out of breath. Too many bad things happened recently, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally broke out at this moment.

There was another snap.

The European-style mural frame on the wall suddenly shattered and wobbled. The frame fell and made another loud noise.

This is... a safe?

Behind the mural is actually a safe?

Ji Mujue frowned, and walked in that direction curiously, his intuition told him that what he was looking for was inside.

But what would the password be?Birthday?But he didn't know the date of Shang Zhuyi's birthday. After thinking about it, he pressed his date of birth.

He had seen his birthday in the medical record, so he remembered it.

The slender fingers tentatively pressed a few times on the keyboard, and the door of the safe opened automatically. Inside was a storage box. There was originally something valuable inside, but no, there was a stack of thick papers inside.

"Zhuyi, did you send him back?" As soon as she came back, the landlady asked cautiously.

Taking him near the bus station and throwing him the money for taking the bus was an act of benevolence.

"Hmm." She said coldly.

"Actually, you can keep him. Anyway, it's the off-season now, and there are still many vacant houses here..." The landlady really didn't understand why Shang Zhuyi wanted to send that man away.

"You don't have to be so nice to that kind of person." She gave him a meaningful look and said.

After listening, the landlady seemed to realize something for a moment, "Zhuyi, why do you hate him so much? You knew him before? Or is he someone of yours?" The landlady immediately started gossip mode.

"Enemy." She responded, a flash of something flashed in her originally bright eyes, and the next second, her eyes dimmed, as if something had been extinguished.

Yeah, what kind of relationship do they have now?

Mutual loathing, mutual hatred, entangled relationship, she didn't want to think about it, just said good night, and then strode into the bedroom.

In the middle of the night, there was still a faint light in the master bedroom on the second floor of Ji's house.

Ji Mujue was leaning on the armchair, his sharp eyes were scanning the letter in his hand.

"Shang Zhuyi, I know that I have done a stupid thing, but I don't mean to give up, and I don't expect you to give me a chance to save me, because even if you refuse, I will still do this thing Go on, I want to pursue you again and make you my real wife. The relationship between us is not over yet, what we need is a happy ending..."

The whole apology and oath made her frown unconsciously. Was this written by him?He didn't want to admit it, but on the letter paper was his handwriting, and on the signature was his signature.

Ah.

He sneered, and there was unprecedented sadness in his eyes.

He thoroughly realized that he had hurt her. She, Shang Zhuyi, was not the wife in name only that Lin Rushi said, but her beloved woman.

A woman who made such an arrogant man like him ask to keep him, a very important woman.

Ji Mujue continued to search in the storage box, and then took out a thick notebook.

Open it and turn to a page at random.

"He fell down, I clearly remember the temperature of his blood, every last word he said. I don't know how I got to the hospital, and I don't remember how many days I haven't slept well Now, I need to find someone to talk to, but who can I turn to? I don’t want to add more sadness to others. There are some things that I can only carry by myself. My heart seems to have no time. The temperature has dropped, and it seems that the heartbeat has stopped.

If God just took away my most beloved him, I will never forgive myself.

Ji Mujue, why are you so stupid, why are you standing in front of me?
Perhaps, I was the one who had the accident, and it would make me feel better.

You must wake up, you promised to stay with me for the rest of your life. "

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his fingers rolled back unconsciously.

"He woke up, and I was so excited that I didn't know what to say. The whole day, my face was full of smiles, and the originally dark place in my heart seemed to be lit up by something in an instant.

Yes, he is my hope of living.

The doctor said that he might have sequelae, but as long as he wakes up, I will be content, no matter what sequelae, I will love him.

A lifetime is a lifetime, isn't it? "