After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Under the corridor, stood a figure he was very familiar with.

Chu Nianshan subconsciously looked at Lin Zhiyu's reaction.

But unexpectedly, Lin Zhiyu only paused for a moment, pursed her lips into a thin line, and continued walking forward as if she hadn't seen him.

It's strange, she looks angry, but why can't she feel her anger at all?

This is an expression that Chu Nianshan has never seen before, so vivid and lively.

It's like green branches growing on an endless snowfield. The ice and snow are melting and the sun is shining brightly, making it full of vitality.

"The language!"

Zhou Zijin called out again, moved his long legs, and stopped in front of Lin Zhiyu.

Lin Zhiyu had to stop and didn't even look at him: "Master Jin came in quietly, what do you mean?"

"I asked the concierge to pass it on. It's not rude."

Zhou Zijin wanted to touch her, but Lin Zhiyu dodged him mercilessly.

"I'm here to apologize to you."

"What's the crime?" Chu Nianshan couldn't help but take a step forward, "You and she just met by chance and harassed her again and again. Could it be that you forgot that there is a bride at home."

The timing of these words was very clever. Lin Zhiyu's original anger had almost disappeared after yesterday's trip.

Today I got the shop that I have longed for again, and my mood has improved a lot.

But Chu Nianshan mentioned Lin Minghua again, and his heart became blocked again.

"She is my savior. The wedding has been postponed. I will wait until I find out everything before making plans."

Zhou Zijin said innocently, "I went back and thought about it all night, but there was still nothing in my mind."

Okay, okay, Lin Zhiyu is even more angry now.

I hugged you all, but you said you can’t remember?

She hummed, then walked around Zhou Zijin, raised her legs and continued to the flower hall.

"I have reserved a seat in the restaurant today. I wonder if Mrs. Yu can give me a favor?"

At this time, Zhou Zijin seized the opportunity and grabbed Lin Zhiyu's wrist.

Chu Nianshan's eyes darkened and his voice lowered: "It seems familiar, but it's just a way for a playboy to strike up a conversation."

Lin Zhiyu wanted to break away, but couldn't move any further.

Zhou Zijin looked weak, but his hand was like an iron ring, tightly trapping her, as if she wouldn't let go if she didn't agree.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. I can get to know you again."

Zhou Zijin's tone was sincere and he didn't pay attention to Chu Nianshan's words at all.

Lin Zhiyu's tone and anger weakened at the same time: "Young master invites you, but I refuse to be respectful."

Zhou Zijin's eyebrows rose a little and his hands relaxed.

He glanced at Chu Nianshan: "Master Chu, do you want to come too?"

Both inside and outside the words, there was a strong sense of rejection.

As a result, Chu Nian Shantian nodded shamelessly: "What a coincidence, you and I also seem familiar. If you have more contact with me, maybe you can think faster."

The three of them walked into Hanyang Restaurant.

There were only a few people in the lobby, and the amount of food on the table was reduced by half. When they saw three bright-looking people coming in, they all looked at them.

A cousin girl whose husband-in-law died, and two grown men, one of whom was about to welcome a bride.

There is a strong sense of gossip in the eyes of everyone.

Even if you are not full, you always have to fill your stomach with interesting things.

The waiter stepped forward, his eyes wandered for a moment, and he smiled and said, "Who are they?"

Chu Nianshan took the lead: "Master Jin said he wanted to customize the bride's head and face, so he held a special banquet and asked Lady Yu to help."

So this is ah.

Everyone’s spirit of gossip faded away.

Hey, we're just talking about business, but my mind is not clean.

The three of them went upstairs. In the elegant private room, a fruit plate was already placed, but it looked stale.

The waiter took the menu and handed it to Lin Zhiyu with a smile.

Lin Zhiyu took the menu and handed it directly to Zhou Zijin.

"Master Jin, watch carefully." His eyes were a little playful.

Zhou Zijin knew that this was a test for her. Looking at the menu, his mind was blank.

She has no idea what she likes and doesn't like.

Moreover, times are not good right now, and the restaurant is just struggling to operate, and several dishes have been removed from the menu.

After making a few hasty remarks, Zhou Zijin glanced at Lin Zhiyu's expression.

There doesn't seem to be any trouble.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Add a piece of bitter bud."

Chu Nianshan poured water for Lin Zhiyu and spoke quietly.

"She has been injured before and should not eat too much food."

Zhou Zijin raised his head and met Chu Nianshan's provocative gaze.

"Did Mr. Chu and I get along like this before?" Zhou Zijin closed the menu and handed it to the waiter.

Chu Nianshan said: "You have to ask yourself."

When the dishes were served, Zhou Zijin and Chu Nianshan took turns serving Lin Zhiyu.

"Zhiyu, you might like to eat this."

"You can't eat fat food, it's better to eat something light."

"The language..."

Lin Zhiyu looked at the food in his rice bowl gradually piled up into a small mountain, and thought that maybe he shouldn't come here.

"That's enough, I have my own hands." Lin Zhiyu pushed the dishes aside with difficulty.

Because of the wet and cold weather, Lin Zhiyu's tortured hand began to ache again.

One unsteady move and the food on the chopsticks fell to the table.

Zhou Zijin didn't remember, so naturally he didn't know what happened.

Chu Nianshan, on the other hand, took out a small hand stove from his sleeve, sat next to Lin Zhiyu, and warmed her little by little.

"Does it still hurt?" Chu Nianshan gently massaged and asked patiently.

Facing Zhou Zijin's eyes, Lin Zhiyu felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to take her hand away, but Chu Nianshan held her wrist. At this moment, a small pain came from her bones and heart.

"Hands hurt? Do you also have hand pains?" Zhou Zijin's expression changed slightly.

Chu Nianshan answered for him: "There was an accident a year ago and the bones were injured.

At that time, you were not here, so you naturally didn’t have a deep impression. "

It was me who rescued her from Dali Temple.

Seeing that Lin Zhiyu's pain was relieved, Chu Nianshan let go of his hand and let her hold the hand stove.

If it had been before, maybe he would have let Lin Zhiyu and Zhou Zijin recognize each other.

But now, Zhou Zijin couldn't even save himself, so how could he willingly give up Lin Zhiyu to him?

Hearing the blame in Chu Nianshan's words, Zhou Zijin lowered his eyes, worried.

Seeing his lonely expression, Lin Zhiyu still couldn't bear it: "How much of the past do you still remember?"

"When I woke up, I only saw Lin Minghua alone. It seemed to be at the foot of the mountain. As for the past, I couldn't remember it at all."

Zhou Zijin put down his chopsticks, his tone full of confusion.

Not knowing who he was, where he came from, and where he was going made him feel that he had lost control of his life.

Only Lin Minghua, who said she was his wife, stayed by his side patiently.

If he hadn't met Lin Zhiyu in that Jinlou, he might have become a couple with Lin Minghua and live like an ordinary person.

Lin Zhiyu bit her chopsticks, doubts rising in her heart.

How did a woman like Lin Minghua open such a heavy coffin? Is there anyone assisting?

Wouldn't it be strange for Zhou Zijin, a smart man like him, to find himself in the tomb-keeper's home at the foot of Beishan Mountain?

"Get out of the way, my husband is inside, let me in!"

Lin Minghua's angry shouts came from the door of the private room.