Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Yanzhou looked up at Zou Zhiyi.

The woman in front of him had put on makeup, was wearing a suit, and her hair, which was usually loose on her shoulders, was tied up with a rubber band. She looked shrewd and capable. She was completely different from the girl with noodles in clear soup that he saw this morning.

Assistant Li was still talking, but Yanzhou interrupted him, and said on the phone: "Let's discuss this first, and talk about the rest in my office tomorrow."

He hung up the phone, "Before you got up, I asked someone to get a new one with your key."

Ah.

It's really frank.

Zou Zhiyi said in a cold voice: "If you don't ask yourself, you are stealing. You stole my key and bought a new one. You broke into a private house. Does Mr. Yan really want to sit in the police station?"

Lord Yan.

Not even the first name.

A sense of alienation suddenly arises.

Yanzhou frowned.

"Mrs. Yan really wants me to go to the police station?" He stood up, tall and long-legged, more than a head taller than her, standing in front of her, almost covering her whole body in shadow, feeling oppressive. Suddenly.

"I don't think Mrs. Yan should be willing to kill relatives rightly, right?"

"I'm really not willing to kill relatives righteously, but the premise is that it must also be relatives."

The implication is that Yanzhou has nothing to do with her.

Yan Zhou narrowed his eyes, with sharp arcs at the end of his eyes.

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you here. Give me back the key you assigned, and then leave immediately. I don't want to see outsiders appear in my house, especially you."

"Drive me away?"

Yanzhou said: "Living in the same city, but not in a long-distance relationship, for no reason, the husband and wife live apart, does Mrs. Yan think it's appropriate?"

"It's not for nothing, and there's nothing inappropriate about it."

She would rather get along with Yanzhou in a different place, so that there would be no so much unhappiness.

Taotao's matter was a thorn between her and Yanzhou. Every time she saw Yanzhou, that thorn pierced an inch into her heart, and she still couldn't let it go.

Yanzhou stared at Zou Zhiyi for a while, Zou Zhiyi thought he would get angry, but Yanzhou's reaction was very flat, "Mrs. Yan lives outside alone, I don't worry. If you don't want me to live in this house, Mrs. Yan has only one choice, and that is to move back, after I move back, I will never appear in this house again."

The nails pierced into the tender palm, and there was a slight tingling sensation, and Zou Zhiyi's complexion became colder and colder.

After staring at him for a while, she spoke unhurriedly, with a light and slow tone.

"You want me to move back? Yes, then you can return Taotao to me first. When my daughter comes back to me again, we can sit down and talk calmly about how I should move back."

The corners of Yanzhou's lips tightened, and he lost the ease he had just now. He looked at her silently, as if he was hiding a last resort, but he couldn't speak.

Zou Zhiyi recalled what Lin Qingjian said to him before.

She said: "Bringing Taotao back to Yan's house was proposed by Yan Zhou's mother."

Zou Zhiyi's fingers moved almost imperceptibly, and after he let go, there were a few deep bruises and crescent-shaped nail marks on the palm of his hand.

I moved, and it hurt a little.

No one in this world has a smooth life all his life, and it is impossible to be without a little bit of ups and downs.

Everyone will have times when they have to, and everyone will have difficulties, but this is not a reason for doing wrong things.