Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

After finishing speaking, Shang Zhuyi turned around and picked up his handbag, and looked at the man on the hospital bed with some guilt, then gritted his teeth, and walked out. Shang Zhuyi originally thought that he just wanted to do more things, but The discovery of the current situation made her feel that if she continued to spread her love, she would only sink herself into the mud, so she subconsciously chose to escape.

The man sitting on the hospital bed was stunned for a moment, blinking his innocent eyes, shaking his slender legs, as if he couldn't understand Shang Zhuyi's escape.

Shang Zhuyi stumbled out of the hospital gate and onto the road, almost being sent flying by an oncoming car, she froze in place with a scream, and was only a few centimeters away from hitting his truck driver Apparently he was also quite frightened, he slammed on the brakes and stopped the car abruptly, then he poked his head out angrily and roared, "Do you have eyes! Don't drag me down if you want to die!"

After finishing speaking, the driver spat again, then slowly turned the steering wheel, cautiously bypassed Shang Zhuyi, and continued to pass forward.

Shang Zhuyi didn't know how he wandered back to the apartment, opened the door and saw her in a daze, Ye Jing was also startled: "What's the matter?"

Shang Zhuyi slowly raised his eyes to look at Ye Jing, and then said lightly: "That person...has lost his memory..."

Hearing this, Ye Jing was also taken aback for a moment, but soon she came back to her senses, stretched out her hand and pulled Shang Zhuyi into the apartment, sat down on the sofa, and said casually; "He lost his memory, What are you doing in such a state of despair? It’s not that you beat him like that, you’ve done everything you can, even more than the average person, so you don’t have to feel guilty.”

"But," Shang Zhuyi lowered his eyes, his eyes were still a bit tangled: "His consciousness is stuck in his teens now, and he has forgotten all the past... How can he live alone..."

After finishing speaking, Shang Zhuyi suddenly covered her eyes, and couldn't help remembering how anxious and frightened she was when she lost her memory. Fortunately, she had Ji Mujue by her side at that time, but that person was not so lucky...

"Zhuyi, you can't think like this. It has nothing to do with you that he became like this. You don't have to be responsible for the end just because you ran into him by chance." Ye Jing said seriously.

Of course Shang Zhuyi understood, but she also experienced the panic after amnesia, so she inexplicably felt sympathy for the man who had the same experience.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ye Jing rolled her eyes, then changed the subject and said, "The children didn't see you last night, and they made a fuss in the middle of the night, why don't you go and see?"

Hearing her mention of the child, most of Shang Zhuyi's attention was immediately diverted, and she stood up nervously: "I'll go and have a look."

With that said, she walked towards the nursery.

The plan succeeded, Ye Jing showed a satisfied smile, followed behind Shang Zhuyi, and added softly; "They are still asleep, you should move more lightly."

Shang Zhuyi nodded, and then walked in lightly.

Ji Mujue had just finished a morning meeting, walked into his office with his eyebrows held together, closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while, then for no reason remembered the phone call Ye Jing made to him yesterday, although he still didn't understand Ye Jing He said those words because of some kind of stimulation, but he still decided to visit Shang Zhuyi.

So, after roughly arranging the work in hand, Ji Mujue picked up the car keys and walked to the basement.

Just when he was about to step on the gas pedal, the phone suddenly rang without knowing the current affairs. Ji Mujue frowned slightly, picked up the phone a little irritably, and glanced at the caller ID, it turned out to be a call from Yan Rong. For a moment he had the urge to pretend he didn't see the call.

However, considering the current situation of Yan Rong, Ji Mujue was worried that her condition might be relapsing, so he finally picked up the phone.

"Hey, Mom, what's the matter?" Ji Mujue's slightly indifferent voice sounded through the microphone.

Yan Rong, who had already been discharged from the hospital early at her own strong request, winked at Lu Youran who was disguised, and said to Ji Mujue on the other end of the phone in a normal manner; "Mujue, it's nothing, just I was discharged from the hospital today, you haven't come back to see me for so long, can you come back today if you have time?"

After listening to Yan Rong's words, Ji Mujue realized that he "coincidentally" started to get busy since the last trouble, and indeed he hadn't gone back to visit his mother for a while, so he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, then I'll go there after noon."

Although he promised Yan Rong to go home, he still wanted to take a look at Shang Zhuyi before that.

However, Yan Rong didn't intend to give him this gap: "Don't let it be after noon, let's do it now, the doctor said that although my legs have basically recovered, it's best to rest for a while, it's really annoying to sit like this all the time." Affects the mood..."

Hearing her somewhat downcast words, Ji Mujue frowned involuntarily. After a moment of silence, he reluctantly gave an "um" and said, "Okay, I'll just go there."

After getting Ji Mujue's nod in agreement, Yan Rong showed a satisfied smile: "Well, I'll let the kitchen prepare some of your favorite food, so you can stay for lunch by the way."

Ji Mujue didn't comment on this, just gave a perfunctory "hmm", then hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and drove his sports car towards Ji's old house at high speed.

He now just wants to end this routine visit quickly, and then he can go to see the lover he misses.

When he came to the door of Ji's old house, Ji Mujue opened the door calmly and walked in slowly, but when he passed the corridor, he keenly noticed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and none of the servants who were supposed to come out showed up. The curtains of the two French windows in the living room were drawn, and the light was as dim as midnight.

Ji Mujue couldn't understand why Yan Rong called him home for a meal and arranged the house like a haunted house, but he didn't bother to explore Yan Rong's twists and turns, so he called out straightforwardly; "Is there anyone? Draw the curtains quickly."

His voice turned a few turns in the spacious and somewhat empty living room, and finally fell slowly, but no one came out to answer, not only Yan Rong who insisted on calling him home, but even the helper who was on call. Inside, no one stood up to respond to his words.

This intensified the suspicion in Ji Mujue's heart. He frowned, lowered his voice, and said in a very stern voice: "Stop pretending to be fools, and quickly open the curtains!"

After this roar, some voices finally responded to him in the living room.

"Brush!" There was a sound of a match being cut, and then the elegant candlestick was lit, and Ji Mujue's eyes were subconsciously attracted by the light.

Then his eyes flickered violently, because by the dim candlelight, he unexpectedly saw a figure who looked like Shang Zhuyi sitting in front of the sofa. From hairstyle to clothes, Shang Zhuyi always liked and often used style.

Ji Mujue's heart skipped a beat, and then he didn't know if it was because he was in a good mood suddenly seeing his lover in the old house, but he actually smelled a faintly sweet fragrance emanating from the air.

The aroma lingered at the tip of his nose, as if it had penetrated into his brain along his respiratory tract, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

Ji Mujue hastily stretched out his hand to support a nearby wall before he managed to stabilize his figure, but his eyes were still fixed on the figure on the sofa like a sunflower chasing the sun, and his voice was a little hoarse; "Bamboo clothes?"

The person sitting on the sofa didn't look back, but lowered his voice and said softly: "It's me, come here."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue seemed to be bewitched, he didn't have the spare energy to think about why Shang Zhuyi appeared in Ji's old house at this time, so he walked towards the sofa with his long legs.

Walking to the sofa, Ji Mujue couldn't wait to look up, but just when his eyes touched the face of the woman in front of him, his head suddenly became dizzy again, forcing him to lower his head and pinch the space between his eyebrows.

The moment he bowed his head, the woman in front of him suddenly stood up and walked towards him. In Ji Mujue's mind, he almost subconsciously identified the person in front of him as Shang Zhuyi, so instead of avoiding, he let the woman A woman wrapped her arms around his neck.

However, just when Ji Mujue was about to lose all his sanity, a scent of perfume from the woman's body suddenly entered his nose, which made Ji Mujue excited, and instantly regained most of his sanity, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push away the fake version in front of him Shang Zhuyi walked to the window with some panting, drew the curtains with a bang, and then pushed the window open.

Fresh air and sufficient light flooded into the living room together, and Ji Mujue's drowsy head suddenly woke up, he sneered and turned to look at Lu Youran who was in the living room with a frightened face; "Why are you here ? Still trying to pretend to be bamboo clothes?"

After being exposed, Lu Youran panicked for a moment, she subconsciously looked upstairs, her eyes were full of help.

Ji Mujue followed her gaze, but found a figure standing at the corner of the corridor: "Mom?"

After seeing the face, Ji Mujue's thoughts changed sharply, and he guessed the ins and outs almost instantly; "You arranged these? Let a woman of unknown origin pretend to be a bamboo dress to approach me?"

Yan Rong knew that she couldn't hide anymore, so she walked out with the corner of her mouth pursed and supported the walker: "Shang Zhuyi is not here for the past few days, and my helper said that you have been in a bad mood, so I came up with this method. You see, no one is irreplaceable at all. If you hadn't opened the curtains just now, wouldn't you also have a good impression of Youran and gradually get closer? There is nowhere in the world..."