Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Zhao Lianchen, who was satisfied with the answer, smiled secretly in his heart, and then said softly: "That's all for now, as for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you."

After speaking, Zhao Lianchen quickly hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone from the microphone, Shang Zhuyi's mind was still drifting far away, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, Shang Zhuyi subconsciously turned the wooden pipe to the source of the sound, and saw Ji Mujue walking towards her after the helper opened the door.

"Bamboo clothes!" I don't know if it's because I'm too excited, or because I'm walking too fast, Ji Mujue's breathing is a little short, and he rushes to Shang Zhuyi, with a smile in his eyes, thinking about his heart for so long The person hugged her tightly.

Shang Zhuyi's mouth moved, as if she wanted to say something to Ji Mujue, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Ji Mujue's big hug.

Nestling in Ji Mujue's arms, smelling the familiar scent lingering around her nose, Shang Zhuyi's eyes were inexplicably sore, then she quickly closed her eyes, holding back the tears that were almost falling, and then raised her hand and pushed Ji Mujue away. Slowly break free from his embrace.

Feeling her resistance, Ji Mujue lowered his head and looked at her in doubt: "Bamboo clothes?"

Shang Zhuyi also lowered her head, not letting Ji Mujue look directly at her, her voice was a little low, but it also well concealed the trembling and fear in her heart: "Mujue, I...I want to ask you One thing, please tell me frankly, okay?"

Ji Mujue didn't know why she would speak like this suddenly, but he nodded cooperatively; "Just ask."

So, Shang Zhuyi clenched his fists, and it took a lot of courage to say: "Miss Zhao... where did you put her?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue's heart skipped a beat.

In the beginning, he took Zhao Qingjie to the old house simply because Zhao Lianchen was detained by him in the old house, and he planned to arrange for their siblings to meet there, but after so many things happened, he was already devastated , so there is no extra energy to make other arrangements for Zhao Qingjie. Now that Shang Zhuyi suddenly asked him, he realized that it is really hard to tell a person of the opposite sex who once admired him to stay in his old house. things in the mouth.

"I..." Ji Mujue stammered in a rare way: "I put her... just in a random place, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Shang Zhuyi didn't answer his question, but raised his eyes suddenly, a pair of eyes as bright as autumn water suddenly looked into Ji Mujue's pupils, crossed the layers of rooms he set up, and hit him at once. His heart, Ji Mujue didn't know what was wrong with him, a heart that had never been flustered in the face of any cunning negotiating partner, unexpectedly collapsed thousands of miles because of Shang Zhuyi's injured eyes.

"You swear," Shang Zhuyi lowered his voice, came in to control his emotions that were about to lose control, and continued to question; "If you lie to me half a word, we will never see each other forever, do you dare?"

"Zhuyi, you..." Ji Mujue was completely confused when faced with her ruthless and decisive question: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you do well on the phone just now? Why did you suddenly say such a thing?" ?”

Shang Zhuyi closed his eyes irritably, then raised his hand to interrupt him: "You haven't answered my question seriously, why are you asking me in such a hurry? Do you have a ghost in your heart?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue was a little guilty, his breathing was slightly stagnant, and after a pause, he slowly said: "Zhuyi, I don't have..."

"Then you swear as I said just now, and then touch your heart and tell me what you really want!" Shang Zhuyi didn't give him a chance to finish, so he interrupted him with a low growl.

Facing Shang Zhuyi's relentless pressure, Ji Mujue was still very flustered, but his rationality gradually recovered with the passage of time, so his thoughts turned sharply, and soon he had a guess in his mind, he Looking down at Shang Zhuyi seriously, he asked in a low voice, "Zhuyi, did someone tell you something? Zhao Lianchen came to harass you again?"

Hearing Ji Mujue repeatedly avoiding her own problems but talking about other things, Shang Zhuyi's patience gradually ran out, she finally couldn't take it anymore, and couldn't care less about disturbing the two children upstairs, screamed : "Ji Mujue, how long are you going to lie to me? You and I are considered husband and wife after all, do you have to treat me like this? Keep me in the dark. Don't you have a sense of accomplishment? !"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue's heart suddenly throbbed: "What do you mean is a husband and wife, what are you thinking?"

Shang Zhuyi also felt that such a quarrel was about to blow her head off, but now she just wanted to hear a truth from Ji Mujue's mouth, although that truth might also cause her pain.

"It's not important what I'm thinking. What's important is which of your words is true? Since you don't want to say it, then I'll help you say it. Is Miss Zhao arranged by you to be the boss of Ji's family?" In the house?" Shang Zhuyi's eyes were cold, Ji Mujue couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Hearing her tell the fact that he tried so hard to cover up so directly, Ji Mujue, in addition to being terrified, also felt a faint sense of relief in his heart.

Ji Mujue frowned slightly: "Zhuyi, even if she lives in the old house, it doesn't mean anything, there is something wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Zhuyi's eyes suddenly turned red, and a big tear rolled down instantly, but her expression was still stubborn, and she interrupted Ji Mujue's words in a cold voice, and said angrily: "That is to say , that woman did live in our former home, didn't she?"

She also didn't want to use the impolite title of "that woman" to call a stranger she hadn't met yet, but the anger in her heart was already overflowing, and it was really difficult for her to control herself to maintain the most basic politeness and calmness up.

Hearing this, Ji Mujue couldn't help frowning: "Zhu Yi, do you really want to think of me like this?"

Shang Zhuyi was made even more annoyed by his rhetorical question. She waved her hand angrily, and knocked a decorative porcelain to the ground. The piercing sound rang out in the quiet living room, and then she couldn't bear it. He roared: "I don't want to think that way either, but you told me that a former romantic partner, you traveled all the way to pick her up, even arranged her in your old house, and tried every means to hide it from me, if it wasn't for me Take the initiative to tell the truth, when do you plan to tell me? Do you regard me as your partner and lover! "

Shang Zhuyi's questioning was so deafening that Ji Mujue couldn't even find an excuse to refute. He knew that he was wrong, so he didn't open his mouth to refute, but just bowed his head and continued to beat and scold.

The more Ji Mujue was like this, the more Shang Zhuyi felt that he had punched cotton with all his strength, and the aggrieved and angry in his heart became hotter.

"Ji Mujue, talk!" Shang Zhuyi roared with coaxing eyes.

The harder she pressed, the more Ji Mujue didn't know how to explain, and the situation fell into a stalemate again. Shang Zhuyi was unwilling to back down, and Ji Mujue couldn't think of a way to ease the atmosphere.

Not long after, the temperature of the air seemed to drop below freezing point, and even the servants were afraid to hide in the kitchen or flower hall, and cleared out the huge living room for the two of them to fight.

Just when the two of them were at war, a childish voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the corridor on the second floor: "Dad!"

Hearing the sound, both Ji Mujue and Shang Zhuyi's expressions suddenly changed, and then Shang Zhuyi struggled to restrain his anger, forced a smile, and then turned his head to look upstairs.

The little boy in pajamas looked confused, but after seeing his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his eyes lit up involuntarily, kicking his short legs, he ran all the way towards Ji Mujue.

However, Shang Zhuyi cut off the beard halfway with quick eyesight and quick hands. He stretched out his hand and picked up his son, who was not as tall as a stool, in his hand, and then asked as if nothing had happened: "Why did you get up so quickly? Where's my sister?"

Hearing this, the boy rolled his eyes, still staring at Ji Mujue closely, and replied absent-mindedly: "She's still sleeping... Dad!"

As he spoke, he stretched out a pair of chubby short hands and waved them up and down at Ji Mujue, as if he wanted to hug him.

Shang Zhuyi still didn't let go of his son, but hugged him even tighter: "Good boy, mommy will take you back to your room first, okay?"

Hearing this, the boy immediately twisted his body unhappily and muttered: "No, I want Dad!"

As he said that, he was still struggling, determined to run towards Ji Mujue.

Seeing this, Ji Mujue walked over quickly, frowned slightly, then bent down, and hugged the child from Shang Zhuyi's hands involuntarily, then smiled gently and looked at his son: "Do you miss Dad?" ah?"

Children are the least capable of hiding their feelings. Hearing Ji Mujue's question, he immediately nodded his head heavily: "I think, my sister and I miss you very much... Dad, where have you been?"

Hearing this, it was Ji Mujue's turn to froze, he froze for a moment, and then used a tried-and-tested excuse to perfuse the child: "Dad has some business to do, so I can't accompany you, I'm sorry, wait until Dad is busy. It's been a while, and I will definitely accompany you...and mother."

As he spoke, he gave Shang Zhuyi a meaningful look, while Shang Zhuyi turned his head away, pretending not to feel his eyes.

The innocent child didn't feel the turbulent tide before his parents, and still smiled happily, pouting his lips and kissed Ji Mujue's cheek lightly: "Okay, then we've agreed, the one that doesn't count is the puppy!"