Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

"No? No, you have always been in the room when I come back these two days, going to bed at eight or nine o'clock?! You always prevaricate me with the excuse of being tired and then go back to the room to rest? As far as I know, Miss Shang should not be so lethargic. !" Ji Mujue was getting impatient.

"I've been very tired these two days, I..." Shang Zhuyi argued. "Are you tired? You shouldn't be busy these days, right?" Ji Mujue interrupted her, apparently already knowing her whereabouts like the back of his hand.

"I didn't..." Shang Zhuyi lowered his head, all the lies in front of him were self-defeating, he was always like this, his eyes had a sharp insight into everything.

Watching her silent, Ji Mujue took another step closer, his cold aura surrounded her, and she felt even more difficult to breathe and oppressed.Shang Zhuyi bit his lip, and stepped back, his back turned cold, and found that he had already retreated to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

The lower handle was lifted, and she was forced to look him in the eye.Shang Zhuyi moved his head, trying to break free from his control, but the strength of his hand was a bit strong.He raised his hand to hold his arm, trying to stroke his hand away, but it was still useless.

"Let go of me, I'm sleepy." Her clear pupils were also stained with a little anger.Does she just don't want to see herself so much, doesn't she like her approaching so much, his black eyes are turbulent, her avoidance makes him angry, he doesn't like her avoiding him, he doesn't want to see her avoiding him like a snake.

Shang Zhuyi struggled again, and Ji Mujue suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Woo... woo..." She widened her eyes, startled by his sudden movement.

Struggling but still unable to free his iron arm, after several times of struggling to no avail, Shang Zhuyi lowered his eyes and let him ask for it, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Ji Mujue was startled by the sudden wetness, opened his eyes, but saw her eyes closed, her brows were furrowed, and her eyelashes were trembling.One was pressed against his chest, and the other was tightly pinching the corner of his clothes.

Ji Mujue stopped suddenly and let go of the restraint on her.Panting heavily and turning around, Shang Zhuyi opened his eyes and saw his back.

After a pause for a few seconds, Ji Mujue turned his head and locked her eyes tightly.The tears in Shang Zhuyi's eyes were still wet, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. She also panted slightly, but her brows were still tightly furrowed.

Seeing her sad expression, Ji Mujue felt a slight chill in his heart. Could it be that she really doesn't want to see him so much?Even feel sad about your own touch?He took a few sips from the water glass beside him, suppressing the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

Glancing at her again, the next second, Ji Mujue suddenly felt regretful, how could he kiss her so impulsively.And Shang Zhuyi also noticed a trace of regret flashing in those bottomless black eyes.

Evoking a self-deprecating smile, Shang Zhuyi raised his hand to wipe away the tears hanging from his face, do you regret it?Why does Ji Mujue always regret after provoking me? "I'll go to bed first..." Shang Zhuyi turned and left without any hesitation, decisive and resolute.

Ji Mujue stretched out his hand, wanting to stop her, paused, and curled his fingers again.Hanging down weakly, that's all, is this forcing her or forcing yourself?

Suddenly, his temples opened and jumped, Ji Mujue fell on the sofa with a headache, and the water glass fell on the carpet, making a dull landing sound.Fingers with sharp knuckles were pressed between the foreheads, the sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into the temples were frowned, and the lips were slightly pursed, as if enduring great pain.

In a trance, I remembered the report that was measured abroad at that time.Shang Zhuyi's condition is suitable for organ donation, and the little aunt will be able to get rid of the pain soon.

However, Shang Zhuyi's bright and bright little face flashed across his mind again, and Ji Mujue hesitated again.Thinking of the scene he just came down to see, the sadness in Shang Zhuyi's brow made his heart ache, and he even absurdly extended his desire to protect her.

His head was throbbing, and Ji Mujue's thoughts were also chaotic, and the chaotic thoughts were intertwined, which made him even more dizzy.He couldn't bear to hurt this simple girl.

Shang Zhuyi returned to the bedroom a little restlessly, and was about to cover his head with a quilt and go to sleep when Nangong Jun called.

"What's the matter, President, what's the matter? Why haven't you rested when you called so late?" She asked guiltily. Although Nangong Jun gave him a vacation, she was a little too pushy. She couldn't count how long she hadn't gone to work, and when she saw Nangong Jun's call, she really felt a little guilty.

I haven't seen Shang Zhuyi for a long time, and finally heard her nervous voice. For some reason, Nangong Jun suddenly felt a little more joyful. What's the matter, he came to call an incompetent employee who had been absent from work for a long time to come back to work!
Nangong Jun shook off the emotions in his mind, and regained his seriousness, "I'm just letting you know, come back to work at the law firm tomorrow morning."

Sure enough, it was to tell her to go back to work, Shang Zhuyi thought with some headaches, it's not that she didn't want to go back to work, it's just that Ji Mujue has always opposed her going back to the law firm, and they had just finished fighting, if she insisted on going back to work at this time If not, I'm afraid the relationship between her and Ji Mujue will become even more rigid.

In fact, quarrels belong to quarrels. Although Shang Zhuyi was very angry with Ji Mujue, he still carefully maintained this relationship in his heart.

"President, I..., to be honest, my husband doesn't agree with me going back to work. I really can't do anything..." Shang Zhuyi gritted his teeth and said it vigorously, waiting for a reply in fear, but after a long time the phone call It was so quiet on the other end that she wondered if the phone had been hung up?
"President... President, are you okay?" Shang Zhuyi asked tentatively, and Nan Gongjun said: "It's okay, I will pick you up tomorrow morning, I still remember the last time I went to your house, I think the boss Now that you have found the door, your husband should have no objections."

Shang Zhuyi considered Nangong Jun's proposal for a moment, and it seemed that this was the only way to get the best of both worlds, so she had no choice but to agree, hung up the phone, and Shang Zhuyi took a long breath, hoping that she would never leave tomorrow morning. What's wrong, she doesn't want to lose this hard-won job.

Early the next morning, Shang Zhuyi packed up her things secretly. She still didn't want to create conflicts. Fortunately, the operation went smoothly. Nangong Jun also drove to the door on time. She ran out with her bag on her back and gave it to Nangong Jun greet.

"Hurry up and get in the car." Looking at Shang Zhuyi innocently waving his hands, Nangong Jun said with a smile.

"Shang Zhuyi, are you going to run away with another man!"

Shang Zhuyi was happily preparing to run into the car, when a deep and angry voice sounded behind him, who else could not escape this step in the end, and was caught by Ji Mujue.

Looking back at the furious Ji Mujue, Shang Zhuyi explained with an ugly face and a little guilty conscience: "No... no, I'm going back to work, you don't need to worry about it, go back quickly."

"Didn't I say that I won't let you go back to work? I'll support you! Don't go!" Ji Mujue rushed up and grabbed Shang Zhuyi's arm, taking advantage of the opportunity to pull her home.

Seeing this situation, Nangong Jun quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shang Zhuyi's other hand, and stopped him seriously: "Mr. Ji, you are completely imprisoning Zhuyi. She has personal freedom, and you have no right to restrict her freedom." Work!"

Anyway, he is the president of a law firm who studies law. How could Ji Mujue tell him that Shang Zhuyi is now being dragged by two people and stagnated in the middle. If it was before, she must have died of joy. Two such handsome men followed each other At this time, Shang Zhuyi only wanted to resolve the conflict as soon as possible.

"Zhuyi is my wife, it's not your turn to take care of it!"

Shang Zhuyi has never seen such a restless and impulsive side of Ji Mujue, is it really because of her?Or is it just the minimum possessiveness between a husband and his wife.

Not to be outdone, Nangong Jun raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Then let Zhuyi choose, Zhuyi, do you want to go home with your savage husband, or go back to work in the law firm with me?" ?”

Shang Zhuyi, who was originally out of the flames of war, was pulled in front of the cannon at once, and it could be regarded as throwing all the difficult choices to her.

She looked back at Ji Mujue, remembering that night when he called other women's names again, the light in her eyes dimmed a lot, and the answer in her heart was already clear.

"I, choose to go back to the law firm to work."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Mujue's eyes, who was sure of winning, although he and Shang Zhuyi had just quarreled last night, maybe Shang Zhuyi was a little unhappy, but his understanding of Shang Zhuyi should not be so good.

No matter how you say it, he is Shang Zhuyi's husband. Could it be that he is no better than a boss whom he has just met?
With Shang Zhuyi's consent, Nangong Jun stepped forward decisively and pulled her away, leaving Ji Mujue with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Bastard!" Ji Mujue swears unprecedentedly, but the car carrying Shang Zhuyi runs away like fleeing for his life. Looking at the car that is drifting away, he wants to chase but feels extremely powerless.

Ji Mujue, who clenched his fists tightly, kicked over the trash can at the door, his eyes full of hostility and anger.

And all of this was seen by Yan Ru, who was standing on the balcony and watching through the glass. Seeing Ji Mujue's rare anger and impulsiveness, she couldn't help shaking her head in deep thought. Just recalling the figure of Nangong Jun just now, there was a vague feeling. A feeling of déjà vu, as if I've seen it before.

Shang Zhuyi in the car didn't look happy as expected, but worried.

"Are you okay?" Nangong Jun asked worriedly. After all, he still offended her a little bit by attacking just now. After all, they are just the relationship between the boss and the employees. He is still reluctant to meddle in other people's family affairs.

Shang Zhuyi, who had always had an ugly face, was thinking about something. Hearing Nangong Jun's concerned question, he smiled warmly in his heart and said, "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. Thank you for today."