Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Knowing that Shang Zhuyi was still worried about work, Ji Mujue was somewhat disapproving, saying that he couldn't understand it at all.

"Those are trivial things. Even if I don't have a job, can't I still afford to support my wife?" Ji Mujue grabbed the tangled Shangzhu clothes into his arms, and said domineeringly.

Ji Mujue still didn't understand why she insisted on going to work, so Shang Zhuyi had no choice but to compromise. He thought that she would have to prepare well for her honeymoon, but Ji Mujue didn't give her a chance to breathe. But I directly booked the plane ticket for tomorrow afternoon. My husband, do you have to be in such a hurry for a honeymoon?
"The plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts and turn off your mobile phone..."

The sweet voice of the announcer sounded from the loudspeaker, Shang Zhu put on his seat belt and looked at Ji Mujue beside him with some excitement, leaning on his shoulder happily and sweetly, and said with enjoyment: "Mujue, if time can Just stop and we can always be as good as we are now."

Ji Mujue gently rubbed her head and jokingly said: "Look at your stupidity, if time stops at the present, how can I carry on the family? It is related to the continuation of our Ji family's incense, even if I am willing, I am afraid I will Parents won't agree."

When it comes to inheriting the family, Shang Zhuyi looked a bit shy, buried his head in Ji Mujue's arms and whispered: "Oh, you know that's not what I meant."

Just as the two of you were talking about each other, a foreign woman with blond hair, blue eyes and a sexy figure sitting next to them touched Ji Mujue, and from time to time pushed up the huge chest on her chest, blinking her big deep eyes and looking at him with a watery look. Ji Mujue.

Ji Mujue noticed that the foreign woman had been staring at him inquiringly, so he asked politely: "Madam, what can I do?" Seeing the confusion on the foreign woman's face, Ji Mujue immediately realized that she probably listened I don't understand Chinese, so I smiled apologetically and asked again in English.

When Ji Mujue and the foreign woman started talking in English, Shang Zhuyi had to stand aside with a face full of embarrassment, and guessed the content of the conversation through the expressions and movements of the two. After all, she was not good at English since she was a child. It was even more torture when I was a senior, and I couldn't even pass the fourth and sixth grades.

Shang Zhuyi is the kind of person who can only yell hello when she encounters foreign friends on the street, let alone the listening and speaking of the scene in front of her, let alone a sentence, she can't even understand a single word.

But even if he couldn't understand the content of the conversation, Shang Zhuyi could still feel the electric shock from that foreign woman to Ji Mujue, and showed off his proud figure from time to time just by his female intuition.

What made her even more jealous was that Ji Mujue did not reject the foreign woman, and chatted with her happily, as if they were chatting very well, when the foreign woman took out the paper and pen and handed it to Ji Mujue, Shang Zhuyi immediately After I realized it, I started to ask him for his contact information.

After all, she is also Ji Mujue's wife, so it's fine if she didn't see her, but Shang Zhuyi was sitting next to Ji Mujue, how could she tolerate such a blatant seduction, she couldn't understand the language, so she had to cough loudly a few times pretending to be angry.

Ji Mujue seemed to feel the strangeness of Shang Zhuyi, understood what she meant, smiled and pushed away the foreign woman's paper and pen, the foreign woman looked at Shang Zhuyi and smiled awkwardly, and stopped talking to Ji Mujue.

"What did you say to her? Why did she ignore you?" Seeing that foreign woman turned her head and ignored Ji Mujue, Shang Zhuyi said sourly.

Seeing Shang Zhuyi's jealous but daring appearance, Ji Mujue explained with some amusement: "I told her, if I leave you my phone number, then I might not be able to have a happy honeymoon trip with my wife .”

"Ah...so that's the case." Shang Zhuyi replied casually. What she was thinking at this time was not that Ji Mujue was right, nor was it that the foreign woman was winking, and she was trying to recall the "honeymoon trip" in English. How to say.

After the plane took off for a long time, many people were exhausted to see Duke Zhou, Ji Mujue was no exception and dozed off on his seat, but Shang Zhuyi was very awake and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Sitting at the side and looking at the drowsy Ji Mujue carefully, this man really has no choice in terms of appearance and figure, why did he pick up a big deal and pocket it, but when she looked away, she saw When I saw that foreign woman, I couldn't help but think of the embarrassing situation where I couldn't understand a sentence just now. She regretted that she didn't listen carefully in class.

But besides regretting the playfulness in school, Shang Zhuyi also realized the gap between her and Ji Mujue once again. She is just a "three-way" woman with ordinary looks, ordinary body and ordinary education, but Ji Mujue is the standard tall, rich and handsome , talented and genuinely learned, what would she use to match Ji Mujue.

But she likes Ji Mujue so much, especially after accidentally marrying him, she is deeply caught up in his hot and cold and brilliant talent, just like that sentence, seeing you fall in one eye, two eyes are willing Its life and death.

The plane landed in the romantic Paris, France. This is the romantic capital that many women dream of. Handsome and polite gentlemen can be encountered all over the street. It has a fantasy scene that many women are willing to sink into.

"Welcome to Paris, France, my lady." Ji Mujue got off the plane first, perhaps imitating a French gentleman and stretching out his hand to Shang Zhuyi in order to respond to the situation. He was already handsome and extraordinary under the sunshine of Paris , was more dazzling and eye-catching, and many French girls who came and went secretly looked at him shyly.

But at this time, Ji Mujue only had Shang Zhuyi in his eyes, as if they were the only two of them in the whole plane and the airport, and everyone else opened the mosaic by themselves.

Shang Zhuyi was carrying a huge suitcase and looked at the sudden appearance of Little Romance, and the man she loved so much, and smiled sweetly. Just when she was about to put her hand in Ji Mujue's palm and feel this moment of happiness, from Behind him, there was an extremely unsightly and rough voice.

"What are you doing! If you don't get off the plane, can you not block the cabin door? Showing love doesn't matter what the occasion is." A tall, rugged man with a beard and a huge travel bag was standing behind him, with a helpless and impatient expression on his face. Said with disgust, he looked at it for a long time and thought that something happened before, who would have thought that it was a young couple playing romance.

The sudden appearance of a deep and hoarse male voice startled Shang Zhuyi, and instantly shattered her fantasy bubble of love and romance. When she looked back, she realized that there was already a large row of airports behind her because they blocked the cabin door. For those who got off the plane, she hurriedly opened the door apologetically, and said embarrassingly.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention, sorry..."

Finally, seeing that the people who were stuck in the plane were about to go down, Shang Zhuyi raised his head in embarrassment, but saw Ji Mujue standing down there looking at him with gloating face.

what?The stories in fairy tales are not like this, are they all lies?Talking about being romantic, talking about being a gentleman, they're all bullshit, Ji Mujue is so boring, it's a pity that she is still immersed in her fantasy of love.

"What are you laughing at! It's not all because of you. You frightened me for a while when I got off the plane. It's so embarrassing." Shang Zhuyi rolled his eyes angrily, thinking of the embarrassing scene just now I just want to find a crack in the ground to get in, I'm really ashamed, I just hope that I won't meet the person on the plane just now in this life.

Ji Mujue, who had achieved his goal, looked like he had nothing to do with me, and he pulled Shang Zhuyi's suitcase domineeringly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and walked: "Ma'am, your honeymoon trip has officially begun , keep up with your husband, if I lose it, I will have to find another one, so much trouble."

Shang Zhuyi hurriedly followed behind Ji Mujue, and complained in a low voice: "They tricked me all the way to France, if I don't follow closely, how can I live without money and no suitcase, hum! When I have a chance, I will take care of you. .”

Ji Mujue heard these words, he smiled unconsciously and ignored them, took Shang Zhuyi and took several trains before arriving at the destination. Originally, Ji Mujue could let his friend in France drive a car directly He came here, but he thought about it, wouldn't he lose the fun of honeymoon travel?
It turned out that the place he wanted to bring Shang Zhuyi was a super-large lavender farm run by a friend. When he saw Shang Zhuyi's eyes glowing and excitedly rushing towards the endless purple lavender field, Ji Mujue knew he hadn't chosen Misplaced, the owner of the manor thought that the overseas Chinese had been friends with Ji Mujue in China.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Looking at Shang Zhuyi's happy and sweet smile, the owner of the Lavender Manor asked Ji Mujue curiously and jokingly. Ji Mujue shook his head with a smile, looked at Shang Zhuyi, and said after a long time: "It's not a girlfriend, she...she's my wife."

The words did not seem to be explaining to the owner of the lavender manor, but rather to himself.

The owner of the Lavender Manor smiled in surprise: "Mr. Ji, it's been a long time since you've been married. Congratulations."

"En." Ji Mujue nodded.

"Mu Jue, what are you doing here? Come here! The lavender here is super fragrant, come here!" Surrounded by countless lavenders, Shang Zhuyi held up a bunch of lavender and smelled it happily. He waved to Ji Mujue.

Before Ji Mujue said anything, the owner of the Lavender Manor looked enviously and said, "Since this is the case, I won't bother you any more. Happy wedding, here I leave it to you." After saying that, he left.

"How is it? Is it particularly fragrant?" Shang Zhuyi held a bouquet of lavender in front of Ji Mujue, and asked seriously and excitedly. She has never seen such a large field of lavender since she was a child, and it was still in France. City of romance.

Looking at Shang Zhuyi's delicate and innocent smile, the softness in Ji Mujue's heart was shaken.