Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Recently, she has been disgusted by Yan Zhou's shameless real face, and now she doesn't want to see him at all, holding his arm for more than ten minutes from the door of the box is her limit.

Zou Zhiyi really couldn't continue acting, just when she was about to show her flaws, Lin Qingjian pulled her into a corner, avoiding most of the eyes.

Zou Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head away, and didn't even look in the direction of Mr. Yan.

Lin Qingjian asked her with concern: "I saw the gossip on the Internet, did you quarrel with the third master? Did he do anything to you?"

Zou Zhiyi shook his head, "He didn't do anything, don't worry, he's not low enough to do anything to a woman."

But it's not much worse.

It can be said to be the representative of the gentle scum.

"If you don't do anything, it's still a quarrel."

Qu Menglong glanced at Yanzhou who was surrounded by several people, angry and helpless, "I said marriage is not a trivial matter, but you still want to treat it as a trifle, just for one succession, to lose all the happiness of your life It's really not worth it."

Mentioned one after another, Qu Menglong was full of opinions and wanted to air them out.

"What kind of a good person is Lilian? You have known him for so many years, and you have paid so much for him. He doesn't even have any gratitude to you. It's okay to be with Zou Zhongqing. Not long ago, the group of his fans on the scarf shouted "Stop the thief." Did he stand up and say something fair for you?"

In a dimly lit and noisy environment, a game of poker has just ended, the loser mourns and is proud of the win, and Qu Mengyu's words pierced her heart like a needle.

"Did he think about you from the beginning to the end?"

Every word is like a pearl, tearing her wound, bloody and bloody.

Zou Zhiyi remained silent and did not answer. Qu Menglong asked and answered without mercy, "No! Even if he put aside his identity as an admirer, as a manager who has worked for him for many years, and a friend who has known him for many years, he never thought of standing up for him. Say something."

"Why doesn't he take you seriously, and you still give up all your life's happiness for him, do you think you are stupid?"

Stupid or not?
Not only is it stupid, it is simply hopelessly stupid.

But Zou Zhiyi smiled faintly when he heard the words, picked up the warm water on the table, took a sip, suppressed the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, and said lightly, "Forget it, it's over, I won't mention it now."

There is a saying that goes like this, toast the past with a glass of wine, no matter how much you love, you will never look back.

Substitute water for wine, pretend to be drunk and confused, forget everything, no matter how stupid you are.

does it worth?
Do not ask.

Regret?
Not answering.

Every word and every word of Qu Menglong stabbed at the heart of the heart, Lin Qingjian couldn't listen anymore, "Okay, Menglong, this is the end of the matter, don't talk about it anymore."

at this point.

A very helpless word.

It fully explained that they were not optimistic about the marriage between Zou Zhiyi and Yanzhou.

Qu Menglong was also concerned and confused, and said some inappropriate words without choice. When he realized, the words that were said and the water that was spilled could no longer be taken back.

But it hit the bull's-eye, cut off one by one, bloody and bloody.

Zou Zhiyi's body was sunk in the soft sofa, his face was covered with a shadow, his outline was blurred, and he couldn't distinguish his true emotions.

Qu Menglong regretted speaking so seriously.

Wanting to make amends, but haven't figured out what to say, Yanzhou fell silent, and a deep voice came to his ears clearly, "Hello, Chaomu."