Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Before she could finish those fallacies, Ji Mujue shouted unbearably: "Enough! I don't know if the love in your heart can be replaced, but the bamboo clothes can't be replaced in my heart!"

"Don't be so stubborn," Yan Rong gave him a reproachful look: "How do you know if you don't try? Didn't you just almost put Youran in the same clothes as Shangzhu just now? What are you saying that can't be replaced?"

"But do you know why I saw through her disguise?" Ji Mujue raised his eyes coldly and asked indifferently.

Yan Rong shrugged, gave him a "how do I know" look, and then said as if deliberately provoking him: "Maybe the tranquilizing and hypnotic medicine in the incense is not strong enough?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue frowned again, no wonder he felt a little dizzy after smelling the sweet smell just now!
He felt the raging anger in his heart, but in the end he clenched his fists, controlled his emotions in front of him, took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice: "Of course not, it's because of the perfume on Lu Youran's body." It smells like pine wood, a fragrance that fits the temperament of the bamboo clothes, it seems that you really put a lot of thought into making her look like something."

Yan Rong couldn't understand his words a little bit: "Why do you still see through it when it fits so well?"

Ji Mujue couldn't help but sneer this time: "Mom, did you know that your son is allergic to pine fragrance?"

Hearing this, Yan Rong's face suddenly became complicated. As a mother, she didn't even know much about her son's physical condition, so she was really not competent.

Ji Mujue continued to speak in a flat tone; "Zhuyi liked the smell of this perfume very much at first, but since she knew I couldn't smell it, she never used it again."

Yan Rong glanced at him embarrassingly, and couldn't help but suspect that this was Ji Mujue's purposeful words to embarrass her: "Don't bluff people, if you are really allergic, how can you still stand here with me now? Speech?"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue nodded angrily and amusedly, then rolled up his cuffs, revealing the dots of red rashes on his forearms: "Because my allergic reaction is not serious, it's just a few rashes, after staying away from allergens, It will dissipate, maybe it is because of this that you didn't notice it at all."

The conclusive evidence was right in front of her eyes, Yan Rong was silenced, she blinked embarrassingly, then quickly put on a motherly expression, clutched Ji Mujue's arm, and checked repeatedly: "I have a rash, Do you have any other discomfort? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Ji Mujue watched her acting expressionlessly, not only was completely unmoved, but even wanted to laugh, he pulled his arm back with a little force, then put down his sleeves, and said indifferently; "No need."

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

Seeing this, Yan Rong was very anxious and wanted to catch up, but because she was still on a walker, she couldn't keep up with Ji Mujue's speed, so she anxiously yelled at Lu Youran who was standing blankly by the side Said; "What are you doing in a daze!"

Lu Youran was shivered by her yelling. Although her brain hadn't reacted yet, her body reacted first. She ran to Ji Mujue in small steps, swallowed her saliva, and mustered up her courage not to kill Ji Mujue. She chose to run away under the staring eyes; "That... Aunt Ji, it seems that I still have something to... tell you..."

Ji Mujue's eyes were as cold as a knife, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said two words coldly; "Go away."

Lu Youran flinched. Although she was afraid of Ji Mujue in front of her, it didn't mean that the pressure from Yanrong behind her could make her turn a blind eye. Therefore, she could only cast her eyes on Yanrong who was coming with a walker in embarrassment.

During the confrontation between Ji Mujue and Lu Youran, Yan Rong walked in front of him with the help of a walker: "Are you going to let me go?"

Ji Mujue frowned and looked at Yan Rong: "What exactly do you want?"

Yan Rong looked at him fixedly, then suddenly pushed away the walking aid she was holding in her hand, and stood unsteadily in front of Ji Mujue; "I want you to focus on this family, not the one who is already with you. On the woman you broke up with!"

Seeing her aggressive look, Ji Mujue didn't waver or back down at all, as if announcing an ordinary thing, he said lightly: "You know it's impossible."

Hearing this, an almost maddened anger rose in Yan Rong's eyes: "For a woman who is neither relative nor relative, how long are you going to play against me?"

"To me, she is no longer a relative, she is already a part of my life!"

Ji Mujue's family has been strict since he was a child. Although he is not rigid, he is not a person who can talk sweet words all the time, so when he heard him growl these words, Yan Rong knew very well, Ji Mujue No kidding.

"Oh, my head... I'm so dizzy..." Yan Rong rubbed her forehead and took deep breaths, trying not to be dizzy from being overwhelmed by anger.

Seeing this, Lu Youran, who had been speechless all this time, hastily stretched out his hand to support Yan Rong: "Auntie, don't be angry..."

How could Yan Rong not be angry now? She was worried that Ji Mujue would focus too much on Shang Zhuyi and put Ji's family and her on the back burner. That's why she disliked Shang Zhuyi more and more. She wanted to drive Shang Zhuyi out, but now she finally got her wish to drive Shang Zhuyi away, but found sadly that even so, in Ji Mujue's heart, Shang Zhuyi was still too precious to be criticized.

Yan Rong stretched out her hand and pushed away Lu Youran's hypocritical support, then supported her still weak legs, and staggered to Ji Mujue: "You go, if you walk out of the gate of Ji's house today, you will never leave. return!"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue frowned a little irritably, as if he was looking at a brat who had repeatedly made troubles but didn't know how to repent, he suddenly lost his patience: "Apart from threats, do you have any other tricks?"

"You!" Yan Rong choked on his words and almost vomited blood. She pointed at Ji Mujue's nose and was about to scold her, but Ji Mujue didn't give her this chance.

"If that's the case, then it will be as you wish." After Ji Mujue dropped these words, he turned around abruptly, stepped forward with his slender legs, and walked away quickly without stopping at all.

It's not that Yan Rong didn't imagine that Ji Mujue would still sing against her, but she didn't expect that Ji Mujue's attitude would be so firm, and while she was in a daze, Ji Mujue had already left the villa quickly.

Hearing the door was slammed shut, Yan Rong felt anger belatedly. She gritted her teeth and walked to the vase closest to her. He raised his foot and kicked the precious vase to the ground.

Hearing the sound of the vase being smashed to pieces, Yan Rong finally couldn't bear it and roared: "If you have the ability, don't go back to this house!"

I don't know if Ji Mujue, who had already walked out the door, heard Yan Rong's threatening roar. In short, Yan Rong's hysterical roar did not call out a single word of response.

The feeling of punching the cotton was even more irritating. Yan Rong couldn't quell her anger even after smashing it around. She sat down and gasped for a while, then took out her mobile phone and dialed a long list of numbers: " Private detective? I want you to help me investigate a person..."

Although Shang Zhuyi ran away from the hospital resolutely, she was still full of guilt and uneasiness towards that man. Just after she coaxed the children to have lunch and go to take a nap quietly, she sat in the living room with a sad face I was in a daze inside.

Ye Jing had something to do in the clinic, so she left after lunch. Shang Zhuyi sat alone in the living room, the more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. When she was struggling, her cell phone suddenly rang.

A somewhat familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Miss Shang, if I remember correctly, the time we agreed to sign the contract should be today, and now the working hours have passed halfway, do we still need us to send a special car to meet you?" you?"

Hearing the other party's scolding, Shang Zhuyi was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the matter of signing a labor contract with the employer today, her heart sank, and she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, today Something happened, I was delayed, I go now, is it okay?"

The other party was silent for a while, although he was full of dissatisfaction with this back door employee who started to put on airs before joining the job, but Ji Mujue's face still couldn't be brushed off, so Mr. Zhou frowned and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible; "Okay, Then I'll ask the personnel from the HR department to wait for you for a while, please, don't release pigeons this time."

"Sure, I'll rush over right away." Hearing that the other party agreed, Shang Zhuyi thanked God and Ji Mujue from the bottom of his heart, and then hung up the phone quickly, making sure that the child would not wake up and cry for a while, He quietly left the apartment.

Along the way, the taxi driver was urged by Shang Zhuyi to go faster and faster, and finally he turned the car into a low-flying helicopter and rushed all the way to the office building of Yurui Group where Shang Zhuyi was about to work.

Shang Zhuyi stuffed a whole banknote to the driver, and while his heart ached to the point of bleeding, he hurriedly said: "There's no need to look for it."

After finishing speaking, she buckled the car door, stepped on a pair of high-heeled shoes like hot wheels, and hurriedly felt the personnel department.

Shang Zhuyi supported the office door, and said out of breath, "I'm sorry, I... I'm late."

Mr. Zhou has already greeted the HR department, and he guessed her identity by seeing Shang Zhuyi's description, so an employee from the HR department walked to her side with a frown, and asked in a somewhat irritated tone: " Did you bring the contract?"