Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The rain outside the window was fast and fierce. Looking at the heavy rain, I don't know when it will stop.

Going back now is indeed a bit dangerous.

But Yan Zhou said that he would leave after the rain subsided, and Zou Zhiyi was sure that this was definitely an excuse, "No, I'm already sleepy now, and I'm going to rest soon, please leave immediately."

Yan Zhou looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, and his tone suddenly became low and ambiguous, "Mrs. Yan avoids me like a snake and scorpion, and is so anxious to drive me away, is she afraid that I will stay here and leave you alone?" Eat? Huh?"

The ending of the last suffix is ​​pronounced lightly, revealing a bit of charming and ambiguous meaning for no reason.

Zou Zhiyi didn't even look at Yanzhou, let alone give him a chance to look at each other. His attitude of rejecting him thousands of miles away seemed unusually cold and alienated.

"Aren't you going now? Well, then I'll go."

She got up and went straight to the bedroom, even with a hint of indifference behind her.

The sound of closing the door was a bit loud, and it could be heard that there was heavy anger.

Looking at the closed door, Yan Zhou frowned slowly.

This isn't the first time they've been at loggerheads, Zou Zhiyi quarreled hysterically with him, wishing to kill each other with a knife.

But I never thought it would be like this now, with a face full of indifference, no longer hysterical, and calm enough to make people feel panicked.

Her indifference and calmness always made him feel uncomfortable.

Yanzhou touched his pocket, wanting to smoke, but suddenly realized that Zou Zhiyi was very sensitive to the smell of cigarettes and didn't like the smell, so he endured it again.

The frown between the eyebrows was as deep as a knot.

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At night, the whole city became quiet, and the heavy rain outside the window still had no intention of stopping. The rain was beating against the glass, as if the only thing left in the world was the sound of rain.

Zou Zhiyi lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Originally, the quality of sleep was not good, but when he thought of someone sitting in the living room, Zou Zhiyi couldn't sleep even more.

Therefore, he was extremely upset and irritable, but he didn't want to go out to see Yan Zhou's face. After turning over again, he put the quilt over his head, like an ostrich, and forced himself to shield himself from the outside world.

The frivolous Xia Liang was vaguely illuminated by the light, and the hazy light looked particularly beautiful, which slightly relieved the depression in Zou Zhiyi's heart.

Zou Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, suddenly plunged into darkness.

She was startled.

Not knowing what happened, there was a sudden thunder outside the window, followed by a woman's scream, Zou Zhiyi was startled and sat up suddenly from the bed.

The night light by the bedside didn't know when it went out, a flash of lightning illuminated the room, and then plunged into darkness again.

Zou Zhiyi glanced out of the window, it was raining harder.

This kind of lightning and thunder awakened some unpleasant memories in her. She reached out to turn on the light, and pressed the switch, but the light did not turn on, and the room was still dark.

The lightning appeared densely, and the furious thunder billowed. Such a dark room looked like a scene that often appeared in many horror movies.

Zou Zhiyi subconsciously grabbed the thin quilt on her body, and she pressed the switch twice, but the light still didn't turn on.

Her mood suddenly became more anxious, and the hand pressing on the switch of the small desk lamp turned white, almost pressing the switch of the desk lamp into the desk lamp.

The sound of pressing switches kept ringing in the room, adding a weird atmosphere to this rainy night.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the living room.