Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Seeing this, Ji Mujue didn't say much, but gave Ye Jing a thankful look: "I'm sorry for your trouble."

Hearing this, Ye Jing was not polite to him either: "It's fine if you know I've worked hard, don't provoke such a thing next time, otherwise, I really don't know if my old bones will be torn apart by you."

Hearing Ye Jing's complaint, Ji Mujue smiled helplessly, and then nodded obediently: "Okay."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps upstairs, and Ji Mujue subconsciously looked up, and saw that it was Shang Zhuyi, who was always as calm as him, but there was a panic in his eyes, not because he had done anything wrong It's just that he really doesn't know how long his heart can last if he has to face Shang Zhuyi's cold face all the time.

Under Ji Mujue's somewhat nervous eyes, Shang Zhuyi walked downstairs slowly, first nodded slightly at Ye Jing: "Sister Jing."

Hearing this, Ye Jing smiled back, and then squinted to indicate that there was a big living person beside her.

Seeing this, Shang Zhuyi was silent for a moment, then slowly turned his head, looked at Ji Mujue, and said softly: "You are back."

Hearing her voice, Ji Mujue was taken aback for a moment, and then he seemed to realize that Shang Zhuyi was talking to himself just now, although his expression was still barely calm, his eyes were full of waves, his elegant thin Her lips moved a few times, and then she struggled to find her own voice: "Yes, I... I'm back."

Ye Jing on the side almost couldn't listen anymore, since she knew Ji Mujue, she had never seen him look so stupid like this.

So Ye Jing gave Ji Mujue a blank look, then stood up, smiled and took Shang Zhuyi's hand; "Let's go, the food is ready, let's sit down."

Shang Zhuyi didn't know what to say to Ji Mujue next, so he nodded along the way: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she obediently followed Ye Jing to the dining table.

Ji Mujue was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses and started to follow them.

Ye Jing deliberately left the place next to Shang Zhuyi to Ji Mujue, and then pretended to be okay, picked up the chopsticks, looked at the sumptuous dinner table, and complained that her belly was about to appear, while holding her hands together. Picks up a lot of calorie-dense foods with integrity.

Although Shang Zhuyi wanted to persuade her, but when she felt Ji Mujue's fiery gaze, she didn't want to say anything, so she pursed the corners of her mouth unnaturally, and then slowly picked up the chopsticks.

Ji Mujue's eyes seemed to be on Shang Zhuyi's body, and Ye Jing on the side was even worried that he might eat food into his nose.

Fortunately, Ji Mujue was not so stupid, which made Ye Jing heave a sigh of relief.

Shang Zhuyi unnaturally turned her face to the side with her back to Ji Mujue, and after taking a few mouthfuls, she couldn't bear Ji Mujue's gaze. She stood up unintentionally while holding a teacup, and returned 300 taels of silver here. He explained calmly: "I'm going to get you a cup of tea."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue immediately beckoned to the helper beside him, and then reached out without any explanation and took the teacup from Shang Zhuyi's hand and handed it to the helper; "Go and get some tea for Madam."

The helper finished the teacup in fear and fear, then turned and walked towards the kitchen without waiting for Shang Zhuyi to stop him.

Helpless, Shang Zhuyi had no choice but to do it again with an embarrassed expression, still muttering; "Actually, I can do it myself..."

Ji Mujue ignored her whispered complaints, and then reached out to hold her wrist, ignoring Shang Zhuyi's slight struggle, and pulled her back onto the chair to finish; "Zhuyi, you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Shang Zhuyi waved his hand as if facing a formidable enemy and interrupted him: "You don't need to say anything, I know, I know your intentions."

Ji Mujue originally thought that when Zhao Qingjie came over, Shang Zhuyi would have some disagreements in his heart. He thought it would take some talking, but he didn't expect that Shang Zhuyi would understand his feelings.

Shang Zhuyi glanced at Ye Jing, then turned his head to look at Ji Mujue, and said in a low voice but firmly: "I don't want to hear you say I'm sorry, this decision was made by me and you, so if you didn't choose to give up Before, I wouldn't break my promise and get fat."

Ji Mujue was both surprised and delighted by Shang Zhuyi's reaction. He pursed his lips and took deep breaths repeatedly, telling himself to calm down. After a while, he regained his voice: "Zhuyi, thank you."

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi turned his head to the side again; "There is no need to talk about this between us, as long as your mind remains the same..."

"I won't change." Ji Mu couldn't control his excitement a little bit, grabbed Shang Zhuyi's hand, and said repeatedly: "There won't be that day, Zhuyi, you trust me."

Shang Zhuyi's face was a little red, and he withdrew his hand back, and gave a soft "hmm", which meant that she had heard and remembered Ji Mujue's promise.

Ji Mujue knew that it was not easy for Shang Zhuyi to figure it out so far, so he didn't force her to return to the way he had no barriers with him immediately, but looked at her gently, and then said softly: "You just now Eat too little, eat some more."

As he spoke, he thoughtfully picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Shang Zhuyi.

Shang Zhuyi pursed the corners of her mouth, her expression was a little unnatural, but under Ye Jing's encouraging eyes, she still did not reject Ji Mujue, and reached out to take it.

At this time, the servant also came back with hot tea, carefully put the teacup in front of Shang Zhuyi, and said softly, "Madam, please have some tea."

Shang Zhuyi nodded slightly, then reached out to pick up the teacup, took a tentative sip, the temperature was moderate, so she took another breath.

"Bang!"

However, before Shang Zhuyi finished drinking the cup of tea quietly, there was a loud noise from upstairs, which made her almost throw the teacup out, while Ye Jing, who was still eating beside her, choked in more embarrassment than she did. Living.

"Cough cough cough!" Ye Jing burst into a series of coughing sounds, and then looked up angrily: "What's happening!"

Shang Zhuyi stretched out his hand and patted her on the back worriedly, and asked softly, "Sister Jing, are you alright?"

Ye Jing cleared her throat, then shook her head, and gave her a reassuring look: "It's okay."

After speaking, they raised their heads together and looked upstairs at the source of the sound.

After a while, a figure in pajamas swayed to the stairs, followed by the bright overhead light, even if the person was against the light, Shang Zhuyi could still see her face clearly, it was Zhao Qingjie who should be lying in the room to rest.

Seeing this, the three people in the living room frowned involuntarily, and a feeling of irritability rose in their hearts, but Ye Jing was the most direct one. She wrinkled her nose without any concealment, and asked in a questioning tone. : "How did you come out?"

When Zhao Qingjie heard her words, she paused, then blinked her eyes in a panic, and put on a harmless and pitiful look; "I, I just heard the helper say that Mu Jue is back, so , I'll go downstairs to have a look..."

Hearing this, Ye Jing secretly cursed "Damn", and then thought in her heart that she must hold a mobilization meeting for all the helpers tomorrow, and explain the precautions in detail.

But the situation in front of him is already like this, so Ye Jing had no choice but to take a step forward, and made a gesture of spreading her hands at Zhao Qingjie; "Yes, but the doctor told you to lie on the bed as much as possible, so don't get down The building is shaking, I will ask the servant to help you go back."

After finishing speaking, she winked at the helper standing beside her. Seeing this, the helper nodded slightly with great insight, and then trotted to Zhao Qingjie.

The maid stretched out his hand to support Zhao Qingjie's arm, and then whispered, "Miss Zhao, shall I help you go back?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie did not turn around and leave immediately, but looked at Ji Mujue with somewhat hurt eyes, as if asking him with his eyes; "Do you want me to leave too?"

It's not that Ji Mujue didn't feel her gaze, but he still pursed his lips, turned his face to the side, and directly ignored Zhao Qingjie's gaze.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingjie's eyes suddenly darkened, her eye sockets turned red slightly, she took a step forward, and couldn't help but whisper; "Mujue, I..."

Seeing that she was about to cry in the next second, Ye Jing pinched the center of her eyebrows with some headaches, while Shang Zhuyi at the side rushed to speak before her; "Miss Zhao, go back to the room first, wait a while Er Mujue is full and will go upstairs to visit you."

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the remaining three people were all different. Ji Mujue frowned tightly, seeming a little annoyed, while Ye Jing looked like he had seen a ghost, which was different from the two of them. Zhao Qingjie, she looked very pleasantly surprised, swept away her disappointment just now, she raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi met Ji Mujue's questioning eyes, looked calm, and asked softly, "What do you think? Mujue."

Ji Mujue, who was named, frowned even tighter. He wanted to shake his head in denial, but Shang Zhuyi stopped him with his eyes.

Although Ji Mujue didn't want to believe it, but based on his understanding of Shang Zhuyi, he could still read Shang Zhuyi's true intentions from one of her eyes, and she hoped that she would nod in affirmation...

So, his mouth moved a few times, and finally he couldn't bear to touch Shang Zhuyi's heart, so he could only frown and nod: "Yes, I will go there, you go back first."

Although his words were directed at Zhao Qingjie, his eyes remained on Shang Zhuyi from the beginning to the end, as if expressing his dissatisfaction and compromise in this way.

After receiving Ji Mujue's promise, Zhao Qingjie really laughed. She gave a heavy "um" and then obediently walked into the room with the help of the servant.

After Zhao Qingjie left, Ji Mujue seemed a little annoyed, he sat back heavily on the chair, his face was as cold as an ice sculpture.