Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Shang Zhuyi's face was still hidden behind the shadows, and her expression could not be seen, so it was impossible to judge whether she had listened to Ji Mujue's words, she just gave an understatement "um", and then said softly: "Mujue, It's getting late, you don't have to worry about me, go back and rest."

Knowing what he said now, Ji Mujue might find it difficult to comfort Shang Zhuyi's heart, so he could only compromise and nodded: "Okay, you should also rest earlier."

"Well, I'm going to drink some water..." After finishing speaking, Shang Zhuyi bypassed Ji Mujue and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Looking at her lonely and thin back, Ji Mujue couldn't help frowning, stood there for a while, and then slowly turned around and returned to his room.

The next morning, Shang Zhuyi didn't get up early for the first time, Ji Mujue waited in the living room for a long time, but she didn't see her coming downstairs, so he was a little worried, so he started to walk upstairs.

It happened that Ye Jing was rubbing her sleepy eyes and walking downstairs. Seeing his anxious expression, she also looked worried; "Why do you look so ugly? What's wrong?"

Ji Mujue had no choice but to stop temporarily; "Zhuyi seldom sleeps in. She hasn't woken up at this hour. I'm a little worried. Let's go and see."

Hearing this, Ye Jing froze for a moment, then nodded in a daze: "Oh..."

So, Ji Mujue started to walk upstairs again.

"Tut duk." Ji Mujue first knocked on the door lightly, and called softly; "Bamboo clothes?"

He called several times, but there was still no response from the room. Seeing this, even Ye Jing, who was standing behind him, realized that something was wrong. Ji Mujue frowned, and slapped the door. Loud, raising the volume as much as possible; "Bamboo clothes! Bamboo clothes!"

Ye Jing quickly turned around and came to the door. Without saying a word, she knocked on the door with Ji Mujue; "Zhuyi! Are you inside?"

The sound of their calls disturbed her face after morning exercise. She frowned and walked upstairs slowly; "Where did this come from? Early in the morning..."

Both Ji Mujue and Ye Jing ignored her, Ji Mujue only said softly to Ye Jing; "Sister Jing, let me go."

Ye Jing didn't understand what he wanted to do for a moment, she just took a few steps back obediently, the next second, she felt a black shadow flashing in front of her eyes, followed by a loud bang, and the delicate and thick door panel was under Ji Mujue's vigorous kick Finally died.

Seeing that the door opened, Ji Mujue didn't even bother to open it, so he left and walked into the room.

Ye Jing was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to her senses, and followed into the room clutching her heart.

But Yan Rong couldn't be as calm as their young people. Her eyes widened and she didn't recover for a long time.

"Bamboo clothes!" As soon as Ji Mujue entered the door, he saw Shang Zhuyi lying tilted by the window, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and his breathing was barely detectable.

Ye Jing followed him and walked in. Seeing Shang Zhuyi like this, she immediately remembered that Shang Zhuyi had asked her to hide her illness from Ji Mujue, and her back was about to sweat coldly; "Mujue, call for an ambulance!" Let's go, Zhuyi had a relapse of an old injury before, she won't let me tell you, I'm worried that she will..."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue turned his head abruptly, and the look in Ye Jing's eyes could no longer be described simply as cold: "What did you say? An old injury?"

Ye Jing nodded tremblingly: "Yes, it was that car accident..."

Ji Mujue glared at her coldly again, then immediately picked up the phone on the bedside table, and quickly dialed the emergency number.

Then, he picked up Shang Zhuyi again, and hurriedly walked downstairs.

Seeing Ji Mujue's voice flash by, Yan Rong was still holding Shang Zhuyi in her arms, her face immediately turned cold, and said sarcastically: "Hey, why is there a sequel to this? Then continue to play the episode of fainting yesterday? "

Ji Mujue ignored her, and went straight to the living room with Shang Zhuyi in his arms.

Although Ye Jing was afraid of Ji Mujue's cannibalistic eyes, she still couldn't let it go, so she followed up hesitantly, and Yan Rong's words just fell into her ears impartially: "Zhuyi once had a car accident, and old injuries can always appear. In order not to worry Mu Jue about the possibility of relapse, she has kept it a secret, she is already like this now, Auntie, you should stop judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

Hearing this, Yan Rong blinked her eyes in embarrassment, and said embarrassingly: "This is what you said, who knows if it's true or not..."

After hearing her words, Ye Jing was not angry, but now she was more worried about Shang Zhuyi's safety, so she didn't say anything more to Yan Rong, turned around and walked downstairs.

Yan Rong, who was still in place, was a little annoyed, and pointed at Ye Jing's back: "Hey, you!"

Ye Jing didn't take her seriously at all, and walked downstairs quickly, seeing that Ji Mujue had placed Shangzhuyi on the sofa, she rubbed her hands worriedly; "Mujue, Zhuyi, she is afraid that you will worry, So let me keep it a secret, she didn't have any more symptoms after that, so I was careless, sorry..."

Ji Mujue focused on Shang Zhuyi's pale face, and did not look up at her. After a while, his cold voice rang out: "I understand, Sister Jing, this is not your fault, it's my fault for Zhu Yi doesn't care enough."

"Mujue, don't say that..." Ye Jing stood there and clasped her fingers like a child who made a mistake.

Ji Mujue didn't answer any more, but looked anxiously outside the door, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

At this time, Yan Rong swayed down again. She glanced at Shang Zhuyi lying on the sofa, and she still believed in her heart that she was pretending, so instead of caring about asking, she yelled at the servant impatiently; What time is it? How about breakfast?"

Hearing this, the servants shivered, and quickly explained: "It's ready, it's just Madam..."

"Ma'am, Ma'am? She is acting hypocritically, so you have to act with her, right? Then do you still have me in your eyes?" Yan Rong didn't dare to get angry at Ji Mujue, so she could only accuse Sang Huai and cast her anger on the servant.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, let's arrange the dishes right now." After finishing speaking, the helpers hurriedly turned and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Ji Mujue turned his head coldly, and saw a helper coming out carrying the pre-dinner soup, he walked over with long legs, and brought the soup bowl over as soon as he raised his hand, the helper didn't dare to resist, He could only stare blankly at him.

Ji Mujue personally carried the soup and walked in front of Yan Rong, his face was so cold that he was about to freeze, his tone was as cold as his face, he mechanically raised the corners of his mouth and said: "Mom, you eat well."

After finishing speaking, he put the soup on the table with a bang, and his face trembled slightly in shock.

He neither yelled nor sneered, but it was just such a plain-sounding sentence, which in Yan Rong's ears gave her a shudder for no reason. Seeing that Ji Mujue was about to turn around and leave, Yan Rong subconsciously He called out; "Mu Jue!"

Ji Mujue stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn around; "I'm not as wide-hearted as you are. People who have lived under the same roof for so long can eat after passing out in front of me!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to walk and walked to Shang Zhuyi. At this time, the emergency personnel also arrived, so Ji Mujue picked up Shang Zhuyi without saying a word, and walked to the ambulance together. He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

Yan Rong was thrown on the spot again like this. She felt a burst of anger in her heart, and raised her hand to pick up the bowl of soup. Porcelain didn't know who provoked whom, and it was thrown down one after another. This soup bowl also followed in the footsteps of its predecessors, and was smashed to pieces.

"Shang Zhuyi!" Yan Rong gritted his teeth and read the name, as if he wanted to use this to tear the owner of the name into pieces: "You wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, she took out her mobile phone and replayed the number she called last night: "Hello, Miss Lu?"

Shang Zhuyi woke up from the pungent smell of disinfectant water, looking at the blue and white decoration around her, she was a little confused for a while, isn't she sleeping in the bedroom?This is where?

"Huh?" She propped her head and struggled to sit up.

It was such a slight movement that still woke up Ji Mujue who was guarding the side, and he immediately opened his slightly tired eyes with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Zhuyi, you're awake!"

Seeing his surprised and delighted expression, Shang Zhuyi nodded subconsciously: "What's wrong with me?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue glanced at her with some reproach: "Why didn't you tell me about the recurrence of your old injury?"

Shang Zhuyi, who just woke up, was still a little confused. She thought for a while before realizing what Ji Mujue was referring to. She gave Ji Mujue a guilty look: "I'm just... just afraid that you will worry."

Of course, Ji Mujue can guess the reason, but after hearing Shang Zhuyi say it with his own ears, he still felt a wave of anger surging in his heart, and after being silent for a while, he said with a sigh: "Zhuyi, Is that why you don't believe me?"

Shang Zhuyi didn't expect him to say this, and quickly waved his hands to deny: "How is it possible? I really didn't mean that. During that time, you were entangled in Miss Zhao's affairs, and you were physically and mentally exhausted. I really couldn't bear to let you Don't worry about me anymore."

Ji Mujue's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to hold her catkin: "But do you know how I feel when I see you fainted in the room?"

Looking at his sad expression, Shang Zhuyi also knew that she really scared him this time, so she looked at Ji Mujue apologetically, and said in a low voice; "I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue slowly raised his eyes, looked straight into Shang Zhuyi's eyes, and said softly: "Zhuyi, no matter what happens in the future, you promise me that you won't hide it from me anymore, okay? Otherwise, I'll just would be more worried."