Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

After some emotional venting, the voice fell for a long time, and there was a dead silence in the bedroom.

The air stagnates and gradually becomes sticky, stuffed in the nose, gradually feeling a little suffocated.

Zou Zhiyi became more sober, watching Yanzhou's expression change from a good-natured smile to a deadpan expression, her anger gradually faded, and her emotions became complicated.

This is not the first time she and Yan Zhou have quarreled, nor is it the first time she has talked to Yan Zhou about his schizophrenic behavior, but this is the first time she has thrown such heavy words at him.

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When people are angry, they often say the most hurtful things.

Because anger is easy to lose control, people who are dominated by emotions will release the beast in their hearts. The beast is ferocious, and it only wants to attack whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Third Master Yan, who can cover the sky with one hand in Yancheng, probably never thought that one day he would be scolded in person and said "you are sick".

Yan Zhou's complexion was very ugly. To describe it in an exaggerated way, he was emitting black air from his whole body.

Zou Zhiyi even felt that he would come over and strangle her at any moment.

The body almost instinctively took precautions, and subconsciously protected his stomach, forming a defensive posture.

But in fact Yanzhou did not.

The man who stood in front of her for a while and got angry, turned around and left without saying a word.

Although it is out of date, I still have to say that although Third Master Yan is not that bad in terms of relationship, he is definitely well-bred. After being scolded bloody, he even closed the door lightly.

Zou Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back on the bed, unable to tell what he was thinking.

After thinking about what happened just now two or three times, she turned over, hugged the quilt and was about to sleep again.

Anyway, it's all true words, if you don't say it now, you will say it when you get annoyed in the future, maybe what you say will hurt people even more.

Zou Zhiyi didn't feel regretful.

It's sad to say it.

She even felt that it would be good if she could divorce Yan Zhou smoothly through quarrels, or a cold war.

After all, a marriage with an impure purpose from the beginning, no matter how good the pretense is, cannot conceal the deformity in nature.

Yanzhou's goodness, to her, is like poison wrapped in honey.

It's sweet and tempting, but it's gut-wrenching.

Thinking of these messy things, sleepiness gradually swept over again, Zou Zhiyi wanted to fall into a dream in a daze.

A smell of food wafted over, and something heavy sank beside him.

"I don't want to go downstairs to eat, I'll bring you dinner, Mrs. Yan, please take some face, eh?"

The sound is close to the ear, not a hallucination between half-dream and half-awake.

Zou Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Yan Zhou sitting by the bed, serving dinner on a tray used in the kitchen.

The food was still hot, and there was steam, which matched the style of Yan Sanye's painting at all.

The big CEO who was sitting in the office planning strategies was now holding a tray and softly coaxing her to eat.

To be honest, this made Zou Zhiyi feel as if he had seen a ghost.

Especially after she had just lost her temper with Yanzhou.

"It's not good for your health if you don't eat all the time. Be good. If you don't want me to feed you directly, then eat well."

Yanzhou definitely took the wrong medicine today!
Zou Zhiyi stared at the food in his hand vigilantly, suspecting that he had poisoned it.

But Yanzhou had to choose between feeding her by hand or eating the poisoned food, the harm between the two powers was the lesser, Zou Zhiyi chose the latter.