Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Sure enough, interests are paramount, whether to divorce or not, Yanzhou has always considered whether it will affect the Yan family.

This kind of understanding made Zou Zhiyi feel at ease, knowing his thoughts, and prescribing the right medicine, divorce would be much easier.

This made Zou Zhiyi feel relieved, and a more complicated emotion inexplicably arose in her heart, but this emotion was too weak to attract her attention.

"Similarly, the impact on the Zou family is not small."

Yanzhou said: "This matter needs a long-term plan."

"A grand wedding, isn't there no groom in the end?"

The wedding that Yan Zhou gave her was always a shame to her.

"Since the previous weddings could be done without a groom, there is no need to save face now."

Yan Zhou's face was obviously gloomy, and Zou Zhiyi said calmly: "If you are afraid of affecting Yan's family, we can hide the news of the divorce first and not announce it to the outside world. I can cooperate with you to act first. If you think it’s okay, then announce it.”

This is the biggest compromise she can make, the last bit of kindness to Yan Zhou, and thinking for him.

But obviously Yanzhou didn't want such kindness from her, "Mrs. Yan is really understanding, especially for me, she always thinks of me, even after the divorce, she never forgets to plan for me."

He suddenly lowered his head in front of her, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and smiled, but his eyes were cold, "Since this is the case, why does Mrs. Yan need to go to such trouble, pretending that the husband and wife are not as good as the real one, why don't you get a divorce at all. "

He pulled the distance very close, and the breath when he spoke brushed past her lips, only a distance the size of a fingernail, and the kiss was so ambiguous that it made the heart beat faster.

The air heated up rapidly, and Zou Zhiyi's ears turned red, Yanzhou stretched out her other free hand, and gently pinched her round earlobe.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fine wounds on the palm of his hand, the scars that had just healed, just scabbed, one after another, like scratches from glass, just after treatment, and even the smell of alcohol left on the wound could be smelled.

He didn't leave last night and stayed alone in the living room, probably not feeling well.

Zou Zhiyi lost his mind, and heard Yanzhou say: "No matter how long it takes, as long as the news of the divorce from Mrs. Yan spreads, the two companies will definitely be affected, and the impact can be minimized, or even unaffected." There is only one way to influence, and that is not to divorce."

After all, he still didn't want a divorce.

Zou Zhiyi stared into his eyes, the distance was too close, the sight could hardly be focused, and the face he saw was blurry.

His eyes were as black as ink, very deep, the bottomless deep sea, and he couldn't see through what kind of vicious sea monsters were hidden below.

Just like him.

Zou Zhiyi felt that she couldn't see through.

Reaching out to push Yan Zhou away, the ambiguous atmosphere dissipated instantly, Zou Zhiyi walked past him without saying a word, and walked directly into the bathroom.

Yan Zhou was staggered by her push, looked at the closed door, and slowly frowned.

After washing her face, she finally woke up, the residual drowsiness was dispelled, and the symptoms of headache still did not ease. When she came out and saw Yan Zhou was still in her apartment, she felt even more depressed.

I wanted to drive him away directly, but considering how thick-skinned this person was, he said clearly and secretly that he was not able to drive him out last night, so I suddenly didn't want to speak.