Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Shang Zhuyi didn't look at him as if angry, and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Therefore, Ji Mujue left the villa in the suburbs without turning around.

Back in the villa in the urban area, as soon as Ji Mujue entered the door, he heard a loud bang, which came from upstairs, explaining that Ye Jing was screaming; "Quick! Hurry up and hug her waist, don't let her She jumps!"

Hearing this, no matter how slow Ji Mujue was, he realized that something had happened, so he ran all the way upstairs without stopping for a moment.

The door of Zhao Qingjie's room was knocked open with a bang, and then Ye Jing and a group of servants were standing around the window, excitedly persuading the figure sitting on the window sill.

Seeing this, Ji Mujue only needed a quick glance to recognize that the back figure belonged to Zhao Qingjie, so he hurriedly pushed aside the crowd and walked over: "Qing Jie, what are you doing?"

Hearing Ji Mujue's voice, Zhao Qingjie, who was so emotionally agitated just now, turned her head immediately: "Mujue, you are finally back!"

After finishing speaking, she jumped off the window sill with both hands and feet. Under the disbelieving eyes of Ye Jing and all the servants, she swept away the almost crazy expression on her face just now, and ran to Ji Mujue's side with a smile on her face: "I'm still waiting for you!" I thought you left me here alone."

As she said that, Zhao Qingjie suddenly opened her arms and hugged Ji Mujue.

Ji Mujue was staggered by her, and then he quickly opened his hands, not daring to have the slightest contact with Zhao Qingjie's body, then he gave Ye Jing a look of "you have to prove my innocence", and quickly used The language declined politely: "Qing Jie, don't get excited, just stand still."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie didn't seem to understand the mandarin he said, still hugged Ji Mujue tightly like a koala, and rubbed against his front lapel whiningly: "No, why don't you After going out for so long, I thought you thought I was annoying and left me alone in this unfamiliar place."

Hearing her sweet voice, Ye Jing felt that her hairs were standing at attention, she shivered with aversion to cold, and then couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Well, you are alone? Dare we not Are people!"

"Okay," Ji Mujue wearily interrupted the battle that was about to ignite: "Sister Jing, you've worked hard too, take your servants with you, go back and rest first."

Ye Jing, who was ordered to evict her, had a cold look in her eyes, and her willow eyebrows stood upright: "You!"

Then, she nodded angrily: "Okay, let's go, leave enough space for the two of you, okay!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around, waved to the helpers, then turned and walked out the door.

Ji Mujue originally just wanted to separate the two women who were about to quarrel, but after being told by Ye Jing, he also felt that it was inappropriate for him to stay in Zhao Qingjie's room, so he didn't care too much He helped Zhao Qingjie's shoulders and pushed her away, then said in a low voice, "Stop making trouble, too, and go to rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave the room with Ye Jing and the others.

But Zhao Qingjie suddenly shouted loudly: "Mujue! Wait!"

Hearing this, although Ji Mujue was unwilling in every possible way, he was afraid that if he refused too radically, Zhao Qingjie would be hit hard and would do something extreme, so he could only sigh secretly in his heart, and then eased. Turn around slowly.

"What's wrong?" Ji Mujue came in to suppress the impatience in his heart, and then asked softly.

Seeing him turn around, Zhao Qingjie stuck to it again, reached out to hold Ji Mujue's hand, and pulled him towards the sofa: "I have something... I don't remember clearly, I want to ask you."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue was afraid that she would think of something she shouldn't think of, so he didn't resist, and sat on the sofa with her, and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Did you...remember something?"

After sitting on the sofa, Zhao Qingjie's eyes still did not move away from Ji Mujue at all. She looked at Ji Mujue fixedly, as if greedily admiring a rare treasure. Apart from nostalgia and longing, there was also a faint Joyo's panic seemed to worry that Ji Mujue would disappear from her world in the next second.

"Qing Jie?" Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Ji Mujue urged softly: "What's the matter? You must tell me and Sister Jing immediately if you feel uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie recovered from the almost greedy gaze, she nodded: "I know, but I'm not uncomfortable, but although I can't remember what happened during the gathering, But I remember that before Caifeng set off, I made a decision in my heart."

Ji Mujue had an inexplicably bad premonition in his heart, but he couldn't end the topic forcibly, so he gave a soft "hmm" and asked with some doubts: " Decision? What decision?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Qingjie's face suddenly turned red, then lowered her head coyly, clasped her fingers, faltered and couldn't say a complete sentence: "I... I am... that... ..."

Seeing her like this, Ji Mujue also frowned a little irritably, but it still irritated her, so he managed to calm down his voice: "It's okay, if you have anything to say, just speak out boldly, and we will try our best to help you solve it. "

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie's face turned even redder, and her voice was as weak as a gnat: "That's... that's the thing, what's the answer you gave me?"

What she said was vague, Ji Mujue was stunned for a moment, then his thoughts changed suddenly, and he suddenly recalled the little things that happened on Maple Leaf Mountain that year, so he seemed to understand what Zhao Qingjie was referring to.

"I like you!"

On Maple Leaf Mountain, Zhao Qingjie, who was still a little immature and shy back then, avoided the crowd, pulled Ji Mujue to a corner, blushed, and barely managed to utter a word, which seemed to take away all her courage in half her life. Overdrawn.

Ji Mujue was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said in a low voice: "Don't mention this matter again, I can pretend that I didn't hear anything."

Although he didn't directly refuse, but the meaning is already very clear, so Zhao Qingjie's eyes will be red in the next second. She struggled in her heart for so long before she finally mustered up the courage to tell her beloved one, but Mianmian Before she could finish expressing her love, she was blocked back by Ji Mujue. For a while, she couldn't feel any pain in her heart, only an empty sense of desolation remained.

After Ji Mujue finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave, but Zhao Qingjie somehow got some courage in advance, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Ji Mujue's wrist: "Wait...you wait."

Seeing this, even though it is absolutely impossible for Ji Mujue to accept Zhao Qingjie's wishes, his companions are not far away, and he doesn't want to make too much noise. At that time, it will only make Zhao Qingjie even more ugly, so he He could only frown and shout in a low voice, "Let go of your hands!"

Although Zhao Qingjie usually looks weak, but now it is the time of life and death for her, so she can't care about shyness and fragility, and still tightly clutches Ji Mujue's wrist: "I'm really I like you, you...do you like me too?"

She asked very bluntly, now Ji Mujue didn't even have the chance to pretend to be stupid and decline politely, he could only sullen his face: "Qing Jie, you should know that I just treat you as a friend."

Ji Mujue bit the word "just" very hard, and hoped that Zhao Qingjie would know how to measure.

But Zhao Qingjie let him down, she still clenched her hands tightly, and stammered a little because of nervousness: "But...but, you obviously treat me...you are so kind to me, why, how could it happen? Is it just friends?"

Now Ji Mujue was completely impatient, he raised his hand to push Zhao Qingjie's hand away, and then said sharply: "I have always treated my friends with sincerity, so it is good to treat every friend with a bowl of water. Don't think too much about it."

"This...how is this possible!" Zhao Qingjie became more and more excited: "You never allow the opposite sex to approach you so much, but you, you tolerate my approach, isn't it because you also..."

"How is it impossible!" Before she could finish speaking, Ji Mujue interrupted her impatiently: "I don't know what you think, but the fact is that we are just friends, ordinary friends, if you keep pestering me, Not only are our friends unable to do it, but you will spoil everyone's interest in today's gathering!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie's heart finally began to ache belatedly, her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground. It was she who quickly stretched out her hand to support the tree, and managed to stabilize her figure: "Caifeng ...I think you can't even match the interest in picking up the wind in your heart when you confess your confession?"

Ji Mujue didn't know how she understood it like this, but he didn't bother to explain, and waved his hand: "You can think what you want, in short, if you still want to continue activities with us, just say what you just said. Take it back, otherwise, I will have to send the driver to take you back first, as for the future, please don't bother me again."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

"Mu Jue?" Seeing that he hadn't answered her for a long time, Zhao Qingjie urged Ji Mujue anxiously, and then pulled Ji Mu Jue back from the vortex of memories.

"Ah..." Ji Mujue blinked, and then managed to recover: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingjie blushed, glanced at him reproachfully, and then took several deep breaths, as if to encourage the courage in her heart: "I was on Maple Leaf Mountain, did I tell you anything particularly important?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue immediately realized that if he guessed correctly, Zhao Qingjie should be referring to confessing his love to him.