Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Seeing this, Shang Zhuyi sighed, and turned to Ye Jing for help, but this time it seemed that even Ye Jing was not on her side, and turned his head to the side, with a look of "I can't control it" .

Shang Zhuyi had no choice but to purse her lips and walk slowly in front of Ji Mujue. Although she was embarrassed, she still hesitated and said: "Mujue, I..."

However, before she finished explaining, Ji Mujue interrupted her with a cold face, and said with a sneer: "I didn't know that your heart has been so wide-open, and you are pushing me towards other people? Did I misunderstand What? You were upset before, maybe it wasn't because you were jealous or cared about me, was it?"

Listening to his sarcastic sarcasm, Shang Zhuyi showed a helpless smile, raised his hand and pressed Ji Mujue's shoulder to signal him to listen to himself: "No, I just hope that Zhao Qingjie can recover from her injury smoothly, and then let her go as soon as possible. Sister Jing is treating her, and it is almost unavoidable that you need to come forward to appease her during her recuperation stage, why not just take the initiative, then the control can still be in our hands, isn't it?"

Faced with Shang Zhuyi's explanation, Ji Mujue's face became slightly better, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone was still not too gentle; "Really?"

Shang Zhuyi smiled helplessly, just now he was clearly coaxing himself, now it's only been a few minutes, how come the situation between the two of them has changed?
However, Shang Zhuyi still didn't want such a small problem to become an obstacle to kill the relationship between them, so she didn't care about the quarrel with Ji Mujue, she nodded solemnly, and said seriously: "Of course it's true, I How could it push you to someone else?"

Hearing her say this, the last small dark cloud covering Ji Mujue's heart was truly blown away.

He spoiled and looked helplessly at Shang Zhuyi, and stretched out his hand to hold her: "Okay, let's trust you again for now."

Ye Jing heard that they didn't quarrel, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then said sourly with a look of unseeing hospitality; "Hey, it's really a fight at the head of the bed. I'm blind, I'll withdraw first, you guys continue to show."

After finishing speaking, she covered her eyes exaggeratedly, and walked upstairs with small steps.

Ji Mujue held Shang Zhuyi to be intimate for a while, until Shang Zhuyi raised his eyes to look at the clock on the wall, and then reluctantly stretched out his hand to push him away: "Okay, it's getting late, since you agreed, let's go Go and see her, but don't stay too long, remember?"

When he heard the first half of her sentence, Ji Mujue's face was still a bit gloomy, but when he heard the latter part, his eyes revealed a look of satisfaction, he stretched out his hand to pinch Shang Zhuyi's nose, and said dotingly: " knew."

After speaking, he stood up slowly, took another deep look at Shang Zhuyi, and then turned and walked upstairs.

Shang Zhuyi looked at Ji Mujue's back, and the sore place that she had been trying not to touch before suddenly surged up. She turned her head with a bit of a sour nose, then coughed lightly, and took a deep breath again. Barely controlled.

Then, she stood there blankly for a while, and then sighed secretly, and walked upstairs with heavy steps.

Ji Mujue stood outside Zhao Qingjie's room for a long time, then stretched out his hand and pushed the door open with the corner of his mouth pursed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Qingjie, who was just dozing off on the sofa cushion, immediately opened her eyes, and said cheerfully, "Mujue, you're here."

Seeing that her eyes were clearly sleepy, but when she heard him coming, she stood up vigorously to greet him, Ji Mujue couldn't help but frowned slightly: "You're tired, you'd better rest early."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie quickly waved her hand in denial: "No, no, I was just too bored, so I just took a nap, I'm not tired."

While speaking, Zhao Qingjie couldn't control it, but covered her mouth and yawned.

Seeing this, Ji Mujue's eyes became darker: "You still say you're not tired? You should take more rest now, tormenting your spirit will only affect the recovery of the injury."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingjie took a deep look at him, and then blurted out: "If I am injured, I can justly stay by your side. I would rather never recover."

"What?" Ji Mujue thought he heard it wrong: "Don't make fun of your body!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Qingjie realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly covered her mouth with timid eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

Ji Mujue just frowned and glanced at her, as if he didn't want to continue this topic with her; "It's getting late, even if you're not tired, you should rest, go to sleep."

"But!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Qingjie became a little anxious, and reached out to grab his arm: "But you just came, are you going to leave?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue frowned even more deeply: "I just came to see your situation, and seeing that you are fine, I am relieved, and there is no reason to stay, let go."

Saying that, Ji Mujue shook his arm and broke away from Zhao Qingjie's pull.

"Mu Jue..." Zhao Qingjie grabbed the air, her heart felt a little empty, her brows were slightly frowned, and her pitiful eyes were full of grievances: "I thought you could stay with me."

Now it's an eventful autumn, when Ji Mujue heard the word "stay", his back turned cold, so he quickly took a step back; "It's still not possible, it's getting late, I still have some documents to deal with, you should go to bed early .”

After finishing speaking, he simply turned around and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingjie became a little anxious, she took a step forward and grabbed Ji Mujue's sleeve; "Mujue, do you hate me?"

Feeling the pulling force coming from the cuff, Ji Mujue stopped helplessly and annoyed. If it was normal, he would probably throw Zhao Qingjie away mercilessly, but now he has to estimate Zhao Qingjie's position. Jie's injury.

So, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger of Lao Gao that had been surging in his heart, and tried to calm down his tone: "Qing Jie, don't think wildly, okay?"

However, Zhao Qingjie did not listen to his persuasion, and was still immersed in her own knots. She glanced at the direction of the master bedroom outside the door pointedly, and then asked in a low voice: "Is it because the businessman?" Miss?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He was silent for a long time, and he had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and finally he reluctantly said the sentence that had slipped to his lips, "She is not only Miss Shang, but she is about to become Mrs. Ji." " Swallowing it back, although he really wanted to tell the world, he also understood that stimulating Zhao Qingjie at this time was not a proper decision.

So, he didn't answer, just looked at Zhao Qingjie in silence for a while, and then said in a low voice; "Your main task now is to heal your injury, don't think too much, it will be bad for your recovery."

Hearing Ji Mujue change the subject, the disappointment in Zhao Qingjie's eyes became more obvious, as if she had been bewitched, she uncontrollably spoke out what was in her heart: "After I recover, are you planning to go back to the hospital again?" Also ignore me?"

Ji Mujue did intend to do so, but it didn't mean he would say it cruelly in front of Zhao Qingjie, so he hesitated for a moment, and then said vaguely: "We are friends, don't think about it. "

His words were obviously intended to appease Zhao Qingjie's mood, but he didn't expect the effect to be counterproductive. After hearing this, Zhao Qingjie trembled and growled as if she had been stepped on a sore foot; "You always It's to tell me not to think wildly, but everything you do is forcing me to think wildly!"

After being yelled at by her like this, Ji Mujue, who was already in a bad mood, became even more annoyed, and his brows that hadn't let go all this time frowned even deeper: "Qing Jie! Calm down, I don't want to argue with you, Can you go to rest obediently?"

Obviously, Zhao Qingjie, who had lost control of her emotions, did not intend to follow Ji Mujue's suggestion: "No, I want you to explain clearly what kind of relationship you have with that woman surnamed Shang."

Hearing her call her fiancée "a woman surnamed Shang", Ji Mujue couldn't feel very comfortable, so he yelled back angrily, "Please show some respect!"

Zhao Qingjie never thought of a title that would make Ji Mujue so angry. She froze on the spot, and after a long while, she regained her voice: "Mujue, you...you..."

She stuttered for a long time and didn't say anything, which made Ji Mujue's already irritable heart even more impatient, so he raised his hand to interrupt Zhao Qingjie's next words; "Okay, it's getting late, you are not tired I'm going to rest too."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Qingjie to respond, he opened the door abruptly and walked out quickly.

Zhao Qingjie looked at the back of him resolutely leaving, and for a moment, big tears rolled down her eyes. After a while, the last trace of temperature in her eyes gradually dropped. In the end, there was only a cold and strange calculating look left. .

On the contrary, Ji Mujue didn't notice all this, because he was busy getting out of Zhao Qingjie's sight.

The moment the door was closed, Ji Mujue's frowning brows finally relaxed slowly, he let out a long breath, then turned around and walked towards the master bedroom.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Shang Zhuyi, who was not in the mood to sleep, immediately stood up when she heard the knock on the door, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door without saying a word. Seeing the tall figure standing outside the door, her eyes suddenly opened An indescribable expression rose up: "Mu Jue?"

Hearing Shang Zhuyi's soft voice calling, Ji Mujue was like a child who had done his homework for too long and finally saw candy, he stretched out his arms and hugged Shang Zhuyi in his arms, ignoring her exclamation, He carried her to the room.