Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi laughed at himself.

Looking down at her still bare feet, she turned and went upstairs without hesitation.

Although she slept well last night, the dark circles under her eyes from long-term insomnia are still there. Since she knew she was pregnant, she seldom used it anymore, and she didn't know how to wear makeup when she didn't go out.

Zou Zhiyi looked at the woman in the mirror, her face was haggard and her eyes were faintly black. No matter how good-looking she was, her skin would lose her points easily if her skin condition was not good enough.

She touched her eyes, compared to her previous capable and heroic spirit, she seemed to be several years old now.

It is said that marriage is a tomb, so it seems that she has been tortured a lot, but she has aged several years in just a few months.

The person in the mirror laughed, the color of his eyes was dark and gloomy, and he couldn't see any vivid emotions.

The phone on the table vibrated, Zou Zhiyi came back to his senses, saw the notes clearly, and then smiled genuinely, "Master Ran, what can I do for you this early in the morning?"

"What's so early in the morning, it's almost noon now, okay?"

Master Ran clicked his tongue twice, "Zou Zhiyi, tell me the truth, you are not raising fetuses at home, but raising pigs, right?"

Zou Zhiyi laughed, cut it short, and didn't want to talk to him, "The day's plan is in the morning, I still have a lot of things to do, time is precious, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, what are you going to do on the phone? If you don't say it straight If not, then I'll hang up the phone first."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't hang up the phone..."

After repeatedly begging her not to hang up the phone, Zou Zhiyi reluctantly said that he could continue to listen to him, but he didn't dare to speak again. Ran Ming coughed twice, and said in a tone of voice: "Miss Zou, do you have anything to do tonight? If not, I sincerely I invite you to come to my racing club and enjoy a racing competition."

This is the daily life of the rich second generation, opening a bar, building a club, pursuing novelty and excitement, chic and comfortable, with a distorted face that makes people jealous.

"Tonight?" Zou Zhiyi frowned slightly, "I may not have time."

She wanted to talk to Yanzhou.

She doesn't want this kind of ambiguity.

A person like Yanzhou is too good at playing with people's hearts, just like what happened last night, he didn't have any charming thoughts, but every movement made people feel excited.

The movement of caressing the tip of the hair is very gentle, as if filled with endless pity.

And the temperature of his chest, the feeling of his chest vibrating when he said good night.

She still remembers it clearly until now.

Once or twice may be able to calm the heart, but she is not emotionless, and her heart is not cold, what if it goes on like this?
What if it has been like this in the future?

Will she waver?

Will it give birth to extravagant hopes?
Will he be fooled by these methods?
She couldn't guarantee it, she admitted that she was counseled, she was afraid.

That's a large part of the reason why she reacted so violently last night.

She had already tried once to give affection to someone she couldn't grasp, and she had already lost half her life, her muscles and bones were broken, her skin was torn apart, her flesh was bloody.

So she doesn't want to try anymore.

He thought too much for a while, and didn't pay much attention to Ran Ming and Dark on the other end of the phone. When he realized it, Master Ran had already started a fight.

"Maybe I don't have time, so that means I might have time to come... Oh, please, please, the cutest, most beautiful and most beautiful young lady, why don't you come..."