Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Hearing the movement outside the door, both Ji Mujue and Yan Rong were taken aback for a moment, and soon Ji Mujue came back to his senses. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shang Zhuyi standing outside with coaxing eyes, lying at his feet Holding the corpse of the teacup, the splash of tea made her ankles a little red, but Shang Zhuyi didn't seem to notice it, and his eyes were a little straight.

"Zhuyi!" Ji Mujue called her quickly, but Shang Zhuyi didn't respond, so he took a few steps forward, supported her shoulders, and raised his voice: "Zhuyi! You..."

Only then did Shang Zhuyi come back to her senses, she turned her somewhat sluggish eyes to look at Ji Mujue, then blinked lightly, and tears rolled down her eyes for a moment, when Ji Mujue saw it, her heart tightened suddenly.

"Zhuyi, don't take it to heart, these are all angry words from my mother, she didn't mean it." Ji Mujue explained with some worry.

However, at this moment, Yan Rong walked out fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and then Ji Mujue said: "It's true that you are angry, but it is also true. As for whether you will take it to your heart, it depends on whether you are tolerant enough or not." It's over."

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi's expression that had just eased up was frozen again.

Ji Mujue is now the first two adults, he looked at Yan Rong sullenly: "Mom, you go back to your room first."

Yan Rong seemed determined to play against them: "I'm suddenly hungry. I'll go downstairs to eat first. You probably don't have the mood to eat now, so I don't need you to accompany me, just eat by myself."

She didn't really intend to leave at first, she was just trying to scare them. What's more, now that she saw Shang Zhuyi being stimulated by her like this, she felt more satisfied, so she completely gave up the idea of ​​running away from home. Satisfied, I intend to fill my stomach.

After finishing speaking, as if she didn't see Ji Mujue's eyes that were about to spit fire, she turned and walked downstairs with a smile on her lips.

"Zhuyi?" Ji Mujue didn't have the energy to take care of her anymore, so he quickly turned to look at Shang Zhuyi: "Zhuyi, answer me."

Shang Zhuyi slowly turned his eyes and looked at Ji Mujue, his voice was full of sobs: "So, that's how she looks at me..."

She forbears everywhere, just hoping to let Yan Rong see her intentions, but now she has worked hard for so long, not only did she not get Yan Rong's understanding, but she also heard Yan Rong's resentment towards her. Zhuyi is not sad.

Ji Mujue can imagine her current mood, but he also understands that any words of comfort are useless to her now, so he had no choice but to raise his hand and wrap his arms around Shang Zhuyi's shoulders, wrapping her in the In his arms, he patted her on the back lightly, and whispered like coaxing a child: "Zhuyi, you will always be the best in my heart, don't listen to other people's voices, okay?"

Shang Zhuyi buried his face in Ji Mujue's shoulder and didn't answer his words, but soon Ji Mujue felt a warm and moist feeling on his shoulder, and he knew that it was Shang Zhuyi's silent tears.

Thinking of this, Ji Mujue couldn't help feeling sour.

Shang Zhuyi leaned on his shoulder and cried for a while, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep. Ji Mujue gently carried her back to the room, stretched out his hand to tuck her in the quilt, and then left quietly.

After walking out of the room, Ji Mujue saw the face still sitting in the living room watching TV, he lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then walked downstairs.

"Mom," Ji Mujue walked up to her slowly and called out in a low voice.

Yan Rong didn't even raise her eyes, she just squeezed out an "um" with her nose, and then there was no more to say.

However, Ji Mujue would not give up the idea of ​​talking to her because of her indifference, he firmly walked to the sofa and sat down, then raised his hand and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, forcing Yan Rong to focus on himself On the body: "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Yan Rong knew that this negotiation was inevitable, not to mention that she also had something to say to Ji Mujue, so she turned her head to look at her son cooperatively; "Speak."

"Mom, I already had an appointment with that Miss Lu today." Ji Mujue didn't beat around the bush, and directly brought up the most critical issue: "The conditions have been negotiated, and neither she nor that child will appear with us in the future." life, so please stop making fuss about it."

Hearing this, Yan Rong frowned slightly. When she saw Lu Youran yesterday, she thought that Lu Youran was a persistent guy, but she didn't expect that it would be settled so easily. A little disappointed, without Lu Youran, who will she use to suppress Shang Zhuyi in a short time?

"As for the matter of the bamboo clothes, I won't go around in circles with you. If I don't have her in my future life, I will definitely not be happy, so please think carefully." Ji Mujue said softly, his expression was as calm as water, It's like calmly describing a fact that is so objective that it can no longer be objective.

But the calmer his expression became, the shock in Yan Rong's heart, she knew her son well, so she understood that Ji Mujue's behavior was just snuggling up to him and not joking with herself, but for real.

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Rong turned cold and shouted in a low voice.

Ji Mujue shook his head with a faint smile; "No, I'm just stating the facts."

After finishing speaking, he didn't say anything more, and stood up slowly; "I'm done talking here, as for the rest of the things you choose, that's up to you."

"Mu Jue!" Seeing that he turned around and was about to leave, Yan Rong was also a little anxious: "I dragged you to grow up. I can't say that I have done it to the extreme, but I did my best. You just want someone who is not close to you. The old woman, use yourself to threaten me?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue paused, turned his head slightly to correct her: "Zhuyi is my wife, it's not because of relatives."

After the words fell, he didn't wait for Yan Rong's answer, so he walked upstairs.

She was stunned by the face that was left in place, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses, frowned in disbelief, then with a gloomy face, she took out her mobile phone and a piece of paper that was so wrinkled by her , and quickly called the number above.

"Is that Lu Youran?" After the call was connected, Yan Rong didn't go around in circles, and asked directly.

Lu Youran, who was frightened by Ji Mujue's aura just now, froze for a moment, and then asked in a vigilant tone: "Who are you?"

"I'm Ji Mujue's mother." Yan Rong introduced herself simply and rudely.

"You...you're not here to teach me a lesson, are you?" Lu Youran asked timidly.

"Heh." Hearing her trembling voice, her angry face was inexplicably pleasing. Compared with Shang Zhuyi and Ji Mujue, who couldn't be controlled, Lu Youran, an ordinary girl who broke in suddenly, made her feel , this person must be more handy to control.

"I don't have that spare time. I just called to tell you that you can get more, as long as you cooperate with me." Yan Rong said coldly.

Lu Youran on the other end of the phone thought he was hallucinating, and asked in disbelief; "What?"

Yan Rong calmly repeated again: "Do you understand?"

Lu Youran struggled to digest her words, then nodded in a daze on the other end of the phone, and then remembered that Yan Rong couldn't see and said quickly; "I seem to understand, but... why are you doing this?"

"You don't have to worry about this. In short, as long as you are obedient, I can promise that you will get more than twice the benefits Mu Jue promised you." Yan Rong directly dropped the bait.

This sentence was a blockbuster in Lu Youran's ears, and it made her unable to think rationally. Whether she opened or closed her eyes, she felt that money was waving to her.

"Why? Don't you dare?" Yan Rong asked with a sneer when she saw that she hadn't answered for a long time.

"Dare!" Finally, Lu Youran still couldn't bear the temptation in front of money, and nodded in agreement: "I agree, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing this, Yan Rong finally showed a satisfied smile; "Don't worry, just wait for my news."

After finishing speaking, she didn't give Lu Youran a chance to ask any more questions, so she hung up the phone.

After Ji Mujue left, he lingered outside Shang Zhuyi's room door for a while, as if he wanted to go in and check, but he was worried about disturbing her rest.

Just when he was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened, and Shang Zhuyi came out rubbing his eyes. Seeing the figure at the door, she frowned and looked carefully.

Under the light of the dim corridor lights, Shang Zhuyi saw the person in front of him clearly: "Mu Jue, why are you here, haven't you gone to rest?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were a little red and swollen. Ji Mujue frowned slightly seeing her eyes.

"I don't trust you." Ji Mujue said softly.

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi forced a smile: "I'm fine, you should go to bed early, you have to go to the company tomorrow."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand and pushed Ji Mujue, but his tall and straight figure was still stuck in place, not moving slightly, and he raised his hand suddenly, grabbing the catkin of Shang Zhuyi; "You always think about others, what? When can you tell me the grievance in your heart frankly?"

Hearing his words, the movements of Shang Zhuyi's hands froze immediately, and then she slowly retracted her hands, turning her face to the side of the shadow, Ji Mujue couldn't see the joy and anger on her face clearly.

"I'm not wronged. I know what my aunt said was out of temper, and I won't take it to heart." Her tone was flat like a straight line, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Seeing her empty eyes, Ji Mujue felt a chill in his heart, he couldn't help raising his hand to touch her hair, but Shang Zhuyi turned sideways to avoid it, she knew she shouldn't To vent her anger, but with her current mood, she really doesn't know how to face Ji Mujue.

Ji Mujue raised his hand that was frozen in mid-air without embarrassment, and after a while, he sighed softly, and slowly retracted his hand; "Zhuyi, trust me, I will definitely solve this matter as soon as possible."