Surrogate wife every step of the way

She frowned slightly, supported the wall, changed her shoes at the entrance, and walked weakly towards the stairs.

Don't even think about it, who else can smoke in this house except Zhao Zifeng?
But she doesn't have the energy or the mood to care about it now.

But when she reached the stairs, the moment she lifted her foot, she heard Zhao Zifeng's angry voice.

"stop!"

Sun Mengjiao frowned and looked in the direction of the source of the sound. She didn't turn on the light in the pitch black, but only saw that little scarlet in the shadowy furniture.

She paused in her steps and looked away.

The two faced each other quietly in the dark night.

Didn't he and Liang Yishu announce their upcoming engagement yesterday?

It should be the spring breeze, the beauty is in his arms, and now he is lying on this sofa and smoking, what is it for?
In the darkness, she lowered her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. Could it be that she still wants to hug left and right, and enjoy the blessings of everyone?
It's ridiculous.

Her mind sank, she paused for a few seconds, and walked upstairs.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Zifeng got up suddenly, walked over quickly, and dragged Sun Mengjiao down from the stairs.

"Tell me, where have you been?"

He was like a irascible lion, asking angrily.

His voice was low but lost his usual composure.

"Where am I? What does it matter to you?"

As the two got closer, the line of sight became a little clearer. His facial contours, in the night, were more three-dimensional and distinct, as if carved with a chisel and an axe.

The moment she approached, the strong smell of smoke made her cough uncontrollably.

I don't know how long he sat on the sofa and smoked, let alone how much he smoked.

But what does this have to do with her?

There was resentment and hatred in her heart, but why should she vent it?

She wanted to question Zhao Zifeng face to face, since he couldn't give her the affection she wanted, let alone the promise of a lifetime, why did she come to provoke her?
Wouldn't it be better to live separately and have nothing to do with each other?

It's just that her body and mind are tired.

Zhao Zifeng's deep and deep black eyes are especially bright in the night, like a bloodthirsty wolf, glowing with bloodthirsty light.

But he just looked at Sun Mengjiao quietly without saying a word, but the strength of the hand holding her wrist was getting stronger and stronger.

It made Sun Mengjiao frowned, feeling like her bones were about to be crushed.

"let me go."

Sun Mengjiao didn't expect him to say anything, she just shook off his hand vigorously, and gently pinched the wrist with the other hand, rubbing it to relieve the pain.

She glared at Zhao Zifeng angrily, she didn't intend to say anything, let alone explain, she turned and went upstairs.

Clouds of anger rose from Zhao Zifeng's chest and rushed straight to his forehead.

He grabbed Sun Mengjiao again, almost clenched his teeth, and questioned again, but he said very fiercely: "I asked you where you have been since you left last night until now?"

Sun Mengjiao closed her eyes exhaustedly, her hands and feet were almost not her own now, but he still asked her so reluctantly.

"Can you stop making trouble? I'm really tired."

Compared with Liang Yishu, Sun Mengjiao felt that she was really a worthless ordinary woman.

If she had always maintained an ordinary relationship with Zhao Zifeng as a debtor and creditor at the beginning, she would not have such an inseparable relationship later on.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself.

Like a fool, Sun Mengjiao lay on the bed in her pajamas, burying her head in the quilt to stop her wild thoughts.

Sun Zhenxing, Zhao Zifeng, Liang Yishu....
All the people and things are a mess in her mind.

Thinking of Zhao Zifeng's attitude and tone just now, Sun Mengjiao felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She doesn't even have anyone to rely on when her father is sick, but Zhao Zifeng is still in the warmth of others, and now she has to ask where she has gone.

Her heart is also made of flesh, human heart is more than human heart, she is really tired.

I slept in the hospital last night. Although I had nightmares, I still fell asleep. Perhaps it was because Sun Zhenxing was by my side.

But today's bed was soft and spacious, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, instead she became more and more awake.

The moon outside the window is round and big, like a painting on the window, quietly and motionless.

In a daze, Sun Mengjiao's mind suddenly popped up the scene when she just married Luo Hao. When he and Xin Chuyi were lying together, she was not as uncomfortable as she is now.

Just thinking about it, I didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

The next morning, she got up early, and when she went downstairs, she saw her aunt cleaning the pieces of porcelain on the floor, her eyes darkened.

"Miss Sun, are you awake? I went back to my hometown last night, and as soon as I came back, I saw this vase was put in the cabinet and then it broke."

She muttered to herself, seemingly puzzled.

The vase is placed in the inner layer of the cabinet. If it is not artificial, it is unlikely to roll to the ground.

Sun Mengjiao went around and saw that the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts piled up, even after a night, there was still a strong smell of smoke.

She frowned slightly, he smoked so many cigarettes last night.

"Miss Sun, did you get super with Mr. Zhao last night?"

Auntie thought about it, looking at the cigarette butts full of ashtrays and fragments of vases on the ground, only this explanation was more reasonable.

Sun Mengjiao glanced indifferently, "Auntie, I'm going to work first."

After she finished speaking, she left the villa before her aunt called to stop.

She didn't want to mention Zhao Zifeng at all. If the matter between her and him was just an ordinary quarrel, it would be easy to resolve, and maybe they would be relieved after the quarrel.

But between them, there is the most deadly point, which will never get better.

After going to the company, the employees in the company seem to be still immersed in yesterday's glorious feast.

She walked into the project department and glanced around lightly. It was still early, and several colleagues gathered together to chat.

"Wow, it was announced yesterday that our Mr. Zhao is really going to get engaged to the daughter of Zhifeng Group. The two of them are really eye-catching!"

"That's right. Sure enough, rich people should choose the right person to marry. This will also help their career. Besides, Liang Yishu is also beautiful, impeccable!"

"It's so sad, Mr. Zhao is so good, he's getting engaged too!"

……

What everyone was talking about was nothing more than yesterday's most explosive topic. Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu had already been approved by their parents and were ready to get engaged.

Sun Mengjiao walked slowly. When she walked beside them, although she tried her best not to listen to any topic about them, she still couldn't control it.

"Director Sun, tell me, are Mr. Zhao and Ms. Liang a match made in heaven? Rich people really want to be good at everything, and the engagement ceremony will definitely be piled up with money."

The colleague wearing glasses pulled Sun Mengjiao to ask, she seemed to be still immersed in beautiful fantasies, as if it was her own engagement.

Sun Mengjiao glanced at her with black and white eyes, and said in a serious tone, "Not ready for work yet."

The colleague wearing glasses hurriedly shut his mouth. He had never seen Director Sun so serious before, so he was inevitably startled and panicked.

Other colleagues also went to prepare for work wisely.

Sun Mengjiao walked into the office, closed the door, and slightly parted her red lips, "A match made in heaven?"

This word, just yesterday, it seemed that Liang Yishu praised her and Kang Haoxuan in front of so many reporters.

Really don't miss any chance.

She tried her best to put aside these distracting thoughts, devoted herself to her work seriously, called her assistant through the internal line, and said, "Jie Jie, come in and bring all the documents that have been dragged over the past few days."

Jian Jie came in with a stack of thick documents and put them on the table, "Director Sun, they are all here."

Sun Mengjiao gave her grace indifferently, without raising her head, "Let's go out."

She kept devoting her energy and attention to her work, not wanting to let herself be idle and think wildly.

After solving nearly half of the documents, she raised her hands, stretched her waist, and moved her shoulders and neck.

At this moment, the door of the office opened.

Didn't even knock on the door.

Sun Mengjiao frowned slightly, and was about to say something, but she saw Liang Yishu standing at the door with a triumphant smile, stepping on a pair of high heels and walking in very rhythmically.

She closed the door smoothly, and put the red bronzing book in her hand on the table, which complemented her beautifully painted fingers and looked very beautiful.

A few words are clearly engraved on it, engagement invitation.

Sun Mengjiao raised her eyes, her black and white eyes were stubborn and never showed the slightest bit of loneliness.

"Remember to come!"

She propped her hands on the desk, leaned slightly, approached Sun Mengjiao, and said word by word: "Also, Kang Haoxuan is a good tall branch, you are quite discerning, seize the opportunity well, as for the money you owe, I will definitely I'll pay you back."

Sun Mengjiao looked at her smug face, her heart was full of suffocated anger, and she muttered in pain.

But what if she gets angry again?

It is a fact that Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu are engaged.

"Then I really want to thank you."

Sun Mengjiao didn't dare to show weakness, she sneered, "It's just not necessary."

"You have to use it if you don't need it. If you move out early, Zhao Zifeng's mother won't let you go."

Liang Yishu's eyes turned hard, and his tone was not as polite as before.

After finishing speaking, she left the office directly, still walking proudly.

That's right, now she has got her wish. To be more precise, what she said so confidently in Zhao's villa that day has finally come true.

She stretched out her hand to caress the red invitation card. After rubbing it with her fingertips, she felt hot, but she still pressed her lips tightly and opened it to take a look.

The names of Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu clearly caught her eyes.

She automatically ignored it, moved to the time below, and the engagement ceremony was set for next week.

Really fast.

Faster than she thought.

Soon, Sun Mengjiao wasn't ready yet.

She closed the invitation, casually threw it aside, and leaned back.

She rubbed between her brows wearily, she and Zhao Zifeng had reached the point where they had to keep clear about their relationship.

She will not be the second Xin Chuyi.

The heart that was finally opened has to be closed again.

She really hated herself a little, why did she foolishly plunged herself into it without reservation again and again.

Knowing that the other party is far away from him, knowing that everything he does may be just a temporary interest.

His marriage will always be reserved for those who are of the right kind to him.

Mr. Li warned her, and Kang Haoxuan also said, but she was still indulging in the swamp, stepping out step by step but hesitating.

Sun Mengjiao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her chaotic thoughts quickly boiled down to one.

She should keep a distance from Zhao Zifeng as soon as possible, and even leave his world.

First move out of Zhao's villa, then quit this job, find a place that has nothing to do with him, and start over.

But all this is easy to think, but difficult to do.

Need to plan step by step.

But this Saturday and Sunday, she didn't see Zhao Zifeng. No matter how late she went back, the villa was always pitch black.

After returning, she always faced everything in the hall alone, in a daze.

In this villa, the time I have lived in is not short, it has been almost a year, how can a person have no feelings for a familiar environment?