Prison Marriage

Tan Jin stood outside the car and watched for two seconds.

The man was wearing a dark suit, looking down at the tablet in his hand. His handsome face was expressionless, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. On the contrary, it even gave him a bit more ruthless heroic spirit. Matching the interior design of this car, It looks extraordinarily expensive and dusty.

"Young Madam?" Seeing that she was standing still, the bodyguard couldn't help calling softly.

Tan Jin came back to her senses, bent down and got into the car.

He Qingmao's eyes still stayed on the tablet, he didn't turn his head to look at her, and he didn't say a word.

The door closed, and the car drove forward quickly.

Tan Jin didn't keep quiet in the car. When the car drove out of the villa area at high speed, she finally laughed softly, "I should say, today is really strange. You are willing to let me come out to accompany you to the reception?"

"If you don't want to go, you can go back now." He Qingmao was not polite at all.

Tan Jin is no stranger to this cold tone. She turned her head and slowly admired his handsome face, and the smile on her lips gradually deepened, "I asked me to prepare for a call before, but now I want to get out. He Qingzhao, When did I become a plaything in your heart that you can come and go whenever you want?"

The man sitting next to him finally took his eyes off the tablet and looked over coldly.

He didn't smile, but he could see the cold sarcasm in his eyes: "Since two years ago, don't you know it very well?"

The smile on Tan Jin's lips froze for a moment, as if the words from two years ago were wafting in his ears again.

She lowered her head, glanced at her left leg, and her smile returned to the looseness before: "Yeah, I always knew."

She gradually deepened the smile on her lips, and continued: "I also know that no matter how dissatisfied President He is with this marriage, he is not qualified to say 'no'. Speaking of it, it seems that there is no freedom It’s you, at least I can share the same bed with the one I love, but what about you? I can only look at my first love in pain, and I miss you but can’t get to know each other..."

"Tan Jin, shut up!" He Qingzhao yelled angrily.

The driver in front subconsciously shrank his shoulders, held his breath, and drove seriously, as if he didn't hear the fury behind him.

Tan Jin really shut up, but she still smiled, still in a casual, casual way, as if she was mocking the person in front of her, but also as if she was laughing at herself.

The two miss and know each other but can't stay together, and share the same bed with the one they love. Comparing the two, don't you know which is worse?

After He Qingmao drank angrily, he quickly calmed down again, and continued to look at the tablet in his hand, as if the things inside were more attractive to him than the beautiful wife sitting beside him.

Tan Jin also stopped looking at him, and turned her head out of the window, watching the passing roadside scenery.

She seemed to have forgotten when it started. The two of them either met each other with a cold war and ignored each other, or they sneered at each other in such a detached manner.

The happy time she once had was like a thing in her previous life, and it was like a dream she had when she was young.

An hour later, the Cayenne parked in the parking lot outside a certain villa.There are all kinds of expensive luxury cars around, and the sound of music floating in the distance can be faintly heard.

Tan Jin was the first to get out of the car, and as soon as she got out, she let out a long breath, as if she had been held in the car for a long time.She had just let out a breath when He Qingzhao had already passed by the car and stretched out his arms to her silently.