At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she was pulled by the goddess president to get the cert

After eating and leaving the restaurant, Yang Jun and Zhou Shunan were stopped by the two people they met in the elevator just now.

Yang Jun quickly held Zhou Shunan in his arms, blocking the camera of the two of them.

He smiled, but the smile didn't spread out, nor did it reach his eyes. The corners of his mouth were simply curved a little, and his voice was cold: "First of all, thank you for your attention to our husband and wife, but I want to say that we are not There is no need for public figures to be exposed under the camera, and filming without my consent violates my legal rights, and I have the right to sue you."

The two people on the opposite side were taken aback.

Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Jun took Zhou Shunan into the elevator and left.

The two stood there looking at the closed elevator door, pouted: "What, such a big brand."

The waiter at the front desk said: "People have said that they are not celebrities. It is wrong for you to stare at the film like this."

The two looked at each other, and finally left without saying anything.

There is nothing to refute, and I don't want to go to court.

After getting into the car, Zhou Shunan said, "Young people nowadays really chase after everything."

Yang Jun started the car and said, "It's weird. I don't have time to talk about love by myself. I like to watch other people talk about it. My face is okay, but it's the first time I've been blocked by someone like this."

Zhou Shunan smiled, "You have an attractive face, is no one blocking you to give love letter gifts?"

Yang Jun also laughed, "How about daughter-in-law, tell me that your face is more attractive than mine, and you still have money. Have all the people who are blocking you from sending love letters gone abroad?"

Zhou Shunan patted him lightly, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she said coquettishly, "I hate it."

At a red light, Yang Jun stretched out his hand and hooked her chin, "Don't you like me? Why do you hate me every now and then? Tired?"

Zhou Shunan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she couldn't beat him at all, so she stretched out her hand to pinch his waist.

"Tsk." When the light turned green, Yang Jun started the car, pressed her soft little hand with his free hand, and said, "Daughter-in-law, I'll talk to you tonight."

Zhou Shunan quickly withdrew her hand.

Yang Jun quickly grabbed her hand, pulled it back and put it on his lap, "Daughter-in-law, don't act coquettishly, I won't do this today."

What Zhou Shunan wanted to say was blocked by his words
a villa.

Zhang Jing sat in the empty living room, clutching the phone in his right hand, so hard that his fingertips turned white.

There was a circle of red marks on her wrist, as if she had been strangled by something.

At this time, there was the sound of opening the door, and Zhang Jing was startled, her skirt slipped off, and there were red marks on her ankles, and some bruises on her legs.

She didn't want to go, didn't dare to go, but she had to go.

"Zhang Jing!"

The person at the door yelled impatiently.

Tears fell from Zhang Jing's fright, but in the next second she wiped away the tears and walked towards the door with bare feet.

The closer she got to the door, the slower her heart beat, as if it would stop suddenly in the next second.

But she will not die, nor does she want to die.

She wanted to escape from this devil's den even more.

"What is the ink!" It was Zhang Jing's husband, the rich second generation who spoke.

Reeking of alcohol, he pulled Zhang Jing away, regardless of whether Zhang Jing would be in pain or not.

Tear - the skirt is torn.
In the end Zhang Jing couldn't hold it back, tears fell down his face.

She was in pain, and her mind was full of the picture of that kiss.

Obviously Yang Jun is a softie, but why is he so happy? !

And she is suffering here? !
Zhang Jing is not only jealous and envious, but also clearly knows how much he regrets.

If she chooses Yang Jun, although she will be close in material terms, at least she won't be treated so improperly.

She has to figure out a way.
"Ah—" Zhang Jing's hair was pulled, and she cried out in pain.

Then she heard a devilish voice: "Are you thinking about that kid who eats soft rice? Seeing his happiness, do you feel particularly regretful? Zhang Jing, tell you, be honest, if you dare to run away with your heart, you will more painful than it is now."

Zhang Jing closed his eyes, and made a sound in coordination, thinking to make him happy, so as to save himself from suffering.

But today, he is even more vicious than before.