Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

When this idea came up, even Zou Zhiyi himself thought it was quite absurd.

But it's not impossible.

Zou Zhiyi has always had a keen sense, and he will subconsciously pay attention to many details when looking at people. The ashtray beside Yanzhou is already full of cigarette butts.

What's more, Yanzhou was still wearing the clothes he changed at Lu's house last night.

This is really not in line with his usual habits.

Having lived with him for more than two months, Zou Zhiyi already knows Yan Zhou well enough.

Yanzhou is a clean freak, the clothes he wears today will definitely not be worn tomorrow, and he will not tolerate such a heavy smell of cigarettes on his body.

So, probably, possibly, Yanzhou did not sleep last night because he was waiting for her to come back.

This judgment really shocked her.

But so what?
Yan Zhou went upstairs with Lu Chaomu yesterday, and he never thought of giving her a little trust from the beginning to the end, and he completely broke her last hope for him. Now she really despises this small favor like a charity.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zou Zhiyi pushed Yan Zhou away, and put his hands on his chest. His nails were pale and bluish, revealing his unhealthy physical condition.

With a sarcasm on his face, "Third Master pretends to be a Lu beauty in his heart, can't he still care about it? Why bother to maintain the persona of a good husband hypocritically, there is no outsider, aren't you tired of acting like this all the time?"

Yanzhou's already ugly face turned darker in an instant, gloomy like the oppressive sky before the storm, he stared at Zou Zhiyi for a long while, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "My Mrs. Yan, I haven't returned all night. Shut down, can't I even ask a word?"

My Mrs. Yan.

It's such an exciting title.

Those who didn't know thought that Yan Zhou took Zou Zhiyi seriously.

But in fact, it just sounds good.

Zou Zhiyi actually didn't want to argue with him.

After all, this marriage is a transaction, she has already recognized her status before it started, and there is really no need to be angry about some things.

But inexplicably, when she saw Yan Zhou with such an attitude, calling out "my Mrs. Yan" without shame, she suddenly couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

"It's so nice to say, the third master is a graduate of the Drama Academy, right? What kind of Mrs. Yan am I? I'm a fake. In fact, in the third master's heart, the real Mrs. Yan is someone else, right?"

"My weight in the heart of the third master is probably not even comparable to Lu Chaomu's finger. Why does the third master force himself to speak insincerely? You don't feel wronged, I am wronged for you."

She was really fed up with his hypocrisy, and her marriage was unfortunate. It was one thing for Yan Zhou to have someone else in his heart from the very beginning.

Treating her like a pet, playing around, teasing her when she is happy, and kicking her away when she is not happy, it is another thing to never give her respect.

She has never been a good-tempered person, and there is no such thing as swallowing her anger. She will not bear Yan Zhou's treatment of her like this.

There were thorns in Zou Zhiyi's words, every sentence pierced the third master's body, Yanzhou frowned slowly, but his face softened a lot, "Are you still angry because of what happened last night?"

The word "return" is an understatement.

Listen to how easy it is for Yanzhou to say.

The strength showed what it means to stand and talk without back pain.

He really didn't stand on her point of view and think about her.

Zou Zhiyi satirized secretly.

Perhaps in his mind, this matter was just an addition to her notorious reputation, and it was such a simple matter that he didn't need to care about it at all.