Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Her eyes were slightly moist, but her voice was still the same, "You should still remember the hundred confessions I told you back then!"

Before Ji Ziyang could speak, Han Yanran spoke first.

The voice was leisurely, making it impossible to hear the emotions inside.

"Thinking about it now, I think it's a bit ridiculous."

Ji Ziyang frowned, glanced at her, and when he heard her say such words, anger rose in his heart for no reason.

Han Yanran smiled and said, "Don't tell anyone else about this, just pretend nothing happened. I've finished smoking one cigarette, and I should go."

She glanced down at the cigarette that had been smoked to the end, and shook the last cigarette butt in her hand, "Let's go!"

When he drove up to the door, the red Ferrari disappeared from his sight in a burst of roar.

Ji Ziyang stared at the direction in which the car disappeared.

Waves of anger welled up in his heart, and there were emotions in his eyes that he didn't know.

It took him a while to move his lips, and his tone of voice was a bit vague.

"I don't think that's funny?"

……

Han Yanran herself didn't know what kind of mood she was in. Sitting in the car, with her feet on the gas pedal, her mind was blank.

He really didn't care about her at all.

She was just wishful thinking from beginning to end.

"I'm such a fool." Han Yanran sneered.

Stepping on the accelerator further, the car's speed increased a lot amidst the roar.

Finally stopped at the beach, Han Yanran angrily opened the car door, walked to the deserted beach with some irritability, and tried to clear her mind with the sea breeze blowing.

The person Ji Ziyang has always liked is Jiang Muyu.

This is something she has known for a long time, even if Jiang Muyu already has Huo Beicheng, even if she is married and has children.

In Ji Ziyang's view, she is still the most special person.

Han Yanran angrily kicked off her shoes and stepped onto the beach with her bare feet,
"If you can't think about it, don't jump into the sea here."

A hearty man's voice suddenly came from the side of the beach, Han Yanran brushed away her disheveled hair, and turned her head to look over.

I only looked at a man in casual clothes, holding various painting tools in front of a drawing board, and he looked very artistic.

Han Yanran narrowed her eyes, "Where to jump into the sea is also my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Damn, she's in a bad mood here!
This man had better not provoke her.

The man gestured with the paintbrush in his hand, his brows and eyes curved, "You have appeared in my painting, if you jump into the sea, my painting will be ruined."

"This reason is really fucking rotten."

Han Yanran thumped a bit, and then couldn't help but complain.

"But you don't want to jump into the sea anymore, do you? It shows that my method is quite effective."

"When did I say I wanted to jump into the sea?" Han Yanran said lightly as she fingered her messy hair.

She just wanted to come here to calm down.

There is not only love in life, she will not die because of the absence of love.

"You looked like you were going to jump into the sea just now." The man suddenly put down the paintbrush in his hand and walked towards her, "Hey? Are you broken in love? You look so out of your mind."

Han Yanran didn't give him any good looks, and when the other party approached, she lifted the scar on her face that covered most of it.

She clearly noticed the man's footsteps paused, and the surprise appeared in his eyes.

She hooked the corners of her lips mockingly, "Take a good look at the girl first!"