Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zhang Ailing said: "Perhaps every man has had two such women, at least two.

Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will still be "moonlight in front of my bed".

Married to a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart. "

Zou Zhiyi had never done Yanzhou's White Rose, but from the very beginning, she was the one who stuck to him.

And Lu Chaomu, from the past to the present, is still the cinnabar mole on his heart.

Even if she didn't divorce Yanzhou, Lu Chaomu would still be Yanzhou's cinnabar mole in the future.

This cinnabar mole is worthy of being cherished, but she is dispensable, even disgusting.

She and Yan Zhou had only been married for a year, and Lu Chaomu had already become a shadow of her.

However, perhaps this is not the worst.

Now this is only when she and Lu Chaomu are living in peace.

But if one day she and Lu Chaomu met each other, or if one day she and Lu Chaomu were in danger at the same time, Yan Zhou would probably choose Lu Chaomu without hesitation.

When that time comes, it will be more than just facing some strange eyes and whispering behind his back.

This is the most terrifying place.

Thinking of that scene, Zou Zhiyi felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.

At the beginning, I had no expectations for this marriage, but now I am completely disheartened.

She thought, she really couldn't live with such a person anymore.

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"Yanzhou, let's talk."

On New Year's Eve, in the last hour of the year, countless brilliant fireworks have bloomed in the night sky, lighting up the dark night sky.

From time to time, there is the crackling sound of fireworks being lit, one by one, brilliant for a moment, and then more colors bloom in the sky.

The laughter of the crowd came from a distance, making the room silent.

Yan Zhou stopped typing on the keyboard, and raised his head from the screen, wearing a pair of flat eyes, a little more refined, "What does Mrs. Yan want to talk to me about?"

Zou Zhiyi took a plate of cut fruits, picked an orange and ate it, "Talk about you and Lu Chaomu."

The sharp eyebrows immediately folded.

The lens reflected cold light under the light, and the emotion in his eyes could not be seen clearly, and his voice was also very dull, lukewarm.

"Lu Zhaomu is divorced now. Her ex-husband has made such an ugly mess. Now I'm afraid Lu Zhaomu has no attachment to him at all. Do you really have no idea at all?"

She tilted her head, her hair draped softly over her shoulders, and looked at him with blinking eyes. Her black eyes were clear, like the little sister next door. She seemed to be simply curious about the love life of the neighbor's friends.

Putting his hands on the keyboard, with a crisp voice, Yan Zhou looked at Zou Zhiyi, his eyes narrowed slowly, and his eyes were dark black.

The living room was quiet for a while, Yanzhou said in a cold voice, "What does Mrs. Yan want me to think? Huh?"

The ending of the last sentence rose, and a chill ran up her spine. Zou Zhiyi couldn't see the change of emotion through the reflective glasses. She knew that he was angry, but she pretended to be stupid and just pretended not to know.

I picked another piece of apple with a small fork, it was quite crisp, and the sweet and sour juice pleased my lips and teeth, "I don't think there is any need to pick out some things so clearly? It's enough for everyone to be clear in their hearts."