Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

It's just that she understood this truth too late, after she was covered in scars, muscles and bones, and dripping with blood, she finally understood this truth, and the price was too heavy.

Zou Zhiyi held the rusty love handle, recalled the secret and pious thoughts at the beginning, and laughed at himself.

Yan Zhou raised his brow silently beside him, "Is this the love lock that Mrs. Yan said was not locked on the Love Love Bridge?"

Zou Zhiyi looked up at him, without the slightest guilt of being caught lying, she said, "I've never locked this lock here with Li Yue."

The implication is that she did not deceive Yan Zhou, but the question Yan Zhou asked was inaccurate.

Yan Zhou was really about to be laughed at by Zou Zhiyi.

"Mrs. Yan's word games are very good."

Zou Zhiyi hooked the corner of his mouth at him.

Happiness really has to be built on the pain of the hated person, when Yan Zhou got angry, her mood improved a lot.

Yan Zhou also smiled, turned his head and said something to the man who was in charge of their travel arrangements. The man nodded and walked away. He came back with a new lock and key after a while.

Zou Zhiyi's right eyelid twitched, vaguely guessing what Yan Zhou wanted to do.

Yan Zhou took the lock and the key, and as expected, he used the key given by the lock seller, and stretched out his hand to open the lock in Zou Zhiyi's hand.

It took a lot of effort to open the lock that had been here for many years, and Yanzhou was still holding Zou Zhiyi's hand. Inevitably, both of their hands were stained with some rust.

The heat source behind her was always close to her, Zou Zhiyi couldn't divert her attention, she really had no memory of when the lock was opened, and when it was thrown on the ground by Yanzhou.

By the time she realized it, Yan Zhou had already held her hand and directly hung up the lock.

Right where the lock was before.

"Okay, Mrs. Yan is locked up by me now, don't think about anyone else in the future, you already belong to me."

The breath she exhaled while speaking brushed against her ears, and the deep voice really gave people the illusion that this person actually loved her.

But the illusion is nothing more than an illusion after all. Zou Zhiyi was only in a trance for a moment in the voice, and then regained consciousness in an instant, and withdrew from Yan Zhou's arms, brushing her hair, which was disturbed by the wind, behind her ears, without turning her head. Go back and go forward.

Yanzhou looked at her back, stretched out his hand to stroke the lock that had just been locked, and smiled inexplicably.

He got up and quickly followed Zou Zhiyi, the two walked forward side by side, their backs looked very well matched.

As the sea breeze blew, the locks on the Love Love Bridge collided with each other, making a tinkling sound, and the newly hung lock followed the movement, revealing a line of words indistinctly.

L Mandarin, the translation is, "Hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son."

……

After playing in the forest island for a day, I thought I would find a hotel in the town to stay, but Yan Zhou took her directly to the depths of the forest island by car for two hours.

There is a large forest in the depths of the forest island, and the pine trees are evergreen all year round. If it is not covered with snow, this place and the place outside the forest will have two seasons.

There is a very popular hotel here. Unlike traditional hotels, the rooms built here are all independent small houses.

And it's a transparent glass house.