Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

The scene in the lounge made Gu Chenye's eyes shrink sharply: "Yan Ji."

Zhou Shuyue was also startled by the scene in front of her. Her legs went weak and she almost fell down on the spot: "Xiaoji."

Yan Ji was holding a broken wine bottle in one hand and a remote control in the other, with blood on his face. He was the most eye-catching person in the room, both in terms of appearance and aura.

No one noticed Yan Jiaojiao, who was twisting and crawling in pain beside him.

Gu Chenye looked at her with condescending cold eyes, his brows were furrowed, and he had an expression on his face that said, "I don't believe you are as good as a creed dog." "Put down the bottle."

Yan Ji raised his chin and motioned for him to watch TV.

On the TV, there were pictures of her and the man she held against her with a wine bottle in bed. The photos were so explosive that if she was caught, she would be put in jail.

Gu Chenye followed her gaze, glanced at it, and looked away expressionlessly, "I will handle the matter. First, let Assistant Xie take you to the hospital to bandage your wound."

There was a cut on Yan Ji's arm, and blood was oozing out.

The woman laughed lazily and mockingly: "Young Master Gu is so generous. He is so indifferent to being cuckolded by someone."

At this time, the outside of the lounge was full of people. They heard someone saying that someone had killed someone, and they came over to watch the fun. They didn't expect to see such an exciting scene of rape. For a moment, everyone looked at Gu Chenye with eyes that were full of people. Sympathy.

Gu Chenye's expression did not change and he said without any hesitation: "The person in the photo is not you."

Yan Ji raised her eyebrows in surprise. She wasn't pretending, she was really surprised. The editing technique was quite exquisite. If she didn't know her body well enough, she wouldn't have been able to tell it at a glance: "How did you know it wasn't me? ?”

"..." Gu Chenye pursed his lips expressionlessly. Subconsciously, he gently rubbed his left hand hanging by his side with his index finger and thumb.

There is a scar on Yan Ji's lower back, which can be touched every time he holds her waist. The touch is different from the smooth and delicate skin elsewhere, so the memory is particularly clear.

The woman clicked her tongue and lowered her eyes to look at the man on the sofa with his neck stiffened and motionless, staring at her with horror on his face: "Tell me, how did you get these photos?"

The man raised his hand and asked in a negotiating tone: "My dear aunt, can you please move the wine bottle away first..."

He was afraid that if something he said later would irritate Yanji, she would stab him through her head in excitement.

Yan Ji gave him a harmless smile. The man was so frightened that he almost peed. He shouted, "Don't move, don't move. You can do whatever makes you feel comfortable. I'll tell you."

She was smiling like this when she just stuck the bottle into his neck.

"I was just driven by vanity. I listened to the bullies around me, saying that I would live like this and that with you... um... and that's why I got confused for a moment and came up with this bad idea. This is my bed with another woman. Take a photo and find someone to reshape your face. I have the original photo on my phone and I’ll show it to everyone right away.”

He scolded himself as he spoke, "How about you move the bottle away first, and I'll fan myself until you calm down."

Yan Ji's face was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, but it was not because of himself: "Have you ever thought about how this little girl will behave in the future if you spread such photos everywhere? People like you who are inferior to beasts deserve to die."

When she became angry, her hand became stronger, and the man felt sticky blood flowing out of his neck again. He was terrified, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered: "I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again." , I deleted all the photos immediately, I am a bastard, I will die badly.”

Yan Ji: "Do you know that creating Huang Yao will destroy a person?"

"It's Yan Jiaojiao. It's Yan Jiaojiao who said you bullied her all day long, so we wanted to teach you a lesson."

Sensing Yan Ji's murderous intent, all the hairs on his body stood up. The 1.78 meter tall man was so frightened that he cried loudly, his face covered with tears and snot.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Yan Ji finally let go of the broken wine bottle in his hand: "Delete the photo. If I find out that you post it again in the future, I will make you shorter by an inch. By the way, I have intermittent Mental illness, documented.”

She wanted to see Yan Jiaojiao's Zhulou Banquet guest building collapse, to make her unable to keep up her hypocritical face, to have her reputation disgraced and to be spurned by everyone, otherwise, she would have no face to see Meng Ran.

The man nodded hurriedly and covered his crotch in fear.

Yan Jiaojiao had already gotten up from the ground, and Lihua defended with rain: "No, I didn't, Mom, brother Chenye, you believe me, I didn't say that my sister bullied me, they misunderstood."

But at this time, the two people she shouted had no time to pay attention to her. They were all shocked by Yan Ji's words, 'She has intermittent mental illness'.

Zhou Shuyue asked in disbelief: "Xiaoji, you...you lied to him, right? How could you be mentally ill? Your father and I don't know, and the doctor at home didn't tell you."

Before Yan Ji could say anything, Sheng Rugu rushed over like the wind and hugged her in his arms: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sister, why are you so miserable?"

"..."

"What kind of family could kill a thousand people and force you to do this?"

"..."

"Sister, you are so pitiful, and you still want to hold an umbrella for another little girl who was bullied, and forced this scumbag to delete the photo. What kind of good person are you? My mother really didn't lie to me. You can empathize with women. There will always be only women, and only women can pull women out of the quagmire. Women are indeed the cutest creatures in the world, and those who engage in female competition are idiots..."

Yanji: "..."

The enchanting piece of chicken soup literature extinguished her budding excitement. Co-authoring this book would enhance her positive image and indirectly attract customers for the studio.

Looking at the young girls at the door who were inexperienced and looked moved by the provocation, Yan Ji felt that he was the fool.

She patted Sheng Ruji on the back and said, "Let's go."

She didn't answer Zhou Shuyue's words, and walked straight towards the door. The other party wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yan Jiaojiao, who held her hand: "Mom, I never said that my sister bullied me, it was those people who spread rumors of."

Sheng Ruzhi stared at Zhou Shuyue in an arrogant manner and sneered: "Auntie, you should calm down the bowl of water in your heart before talking to Yan Ji. My sisters have been forced into this by you, what else do you want to do? Intermittent becomes permanent.

I saw it in the hall just now. This green tea essence fell down. You just threw the pot on my sister without asking. Why don't you wonder if the skirt she was wearing was too long and got stuck on her feet? Why don't you think the floor is too slippery and she didn't wear the right shoes?

With all due respect, if I had a mother like you, I would have to visit all the mountains and temples and ask the Jade Emperor whether I jumped into the river while holding his son in my previous life, which made me so unlucky in this life. "