These few words were like a knife, piercing Shen Zhiyi's heart.
Lin Yuzhou raised his eyes and stared at the woman's face. There was no trace of jealousy or anger at all.
But when I was with Chen Yanli just now, my eyes were filled with laughter.
"Don't you like children?" A smile spread across his lips and teeth, and a hint of coldness flashed across his dark eyes. "Anyway, you won't be able to get pregnant for a while. If you are willing, when the child is born, you will be his biological mother."
"Snapped!"
A sharp slap landed firmly on Lin Yuzhou's face, and he instinctively tilted his head.
He raised his eyes and met the woman's red eyes.
"Even if we want a divorce, there's no need for you to disgust me so much!" Shen Zhiyi was furious, holding back his numb arms, and trotted out of the manor.
When I got to the door, I couldn't help but blush.
Lin Yuzhou looked at the woman's back, the tip of his tongue swept across one cheek, and there was no trace of the depth in his eyes.
It was getting late and it suddenly started raining.
Shen Zhiyi stood at the door of the manor and walked forward in despair. Just two steps away, the horn of a car sounded from behind.
Song Ming got out of the car, "Why are you here alone?"
Shen Zhiyi saw Lin Yuzhou holding an umbrella behind him through the drizzle of rain.
"Looking for a man."
She pulled her lips and smiled, "Don't you know that the house next to me belongs to the Chen family?"
He threw Song Ming away with his front foot and hooked Chen Yanli with his back foot.
It's obvious that he's scumbag.
Song Ming frowned, "Even if he doesn't like you, there's no need to ruin yourself like this."
He took off his coat and wrapped it around Shen Zhiyi, then bent down to open the passenger door.
Shen Zhiyi did not refuse.
She glanced sideways at the car following her in the rearview mirror, suddenly smiled and said slowly, "I remember you participated in the World Racing Championships when you were in college?"
Song Ming also saw the Maybach following behind. It was Lin Yuzhou's car.
"Heh, you want me to compete with him?"
"You don't have to compete."
Shen Zhiyi glanced sideways, "What do you think he will do to you if he catches up?"
Song Ming's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly. Before he could think about it, Maybach had already jumped to his side like an arrow from a string.
He instinctively tilted the steering wheel, and the car bumped violently, almost scraping the guardrail.
Shen Zhiyi was startled.
"Are you scared?" Song Ming asked.
Shen Zhiyi shook his head and said calmly, "Can you get rid of him?"
Song Ming glanced at the Maybach, which was less than ten centimeters away from him, and suddenly felt unsure.
At this moment, the Maybach, which was originally beside him, suddenly turned around and went a full thirty yards faster than before, directly overtaking the Lambo who was speeding up.
With a flick of the tail, he was forced in front of him.
Song Mingtong reacted and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
"Bah-"
The tire rubbed across the ground and made a long trail, and finally hit the Maybach's butt.
A violent crash sounded, deafening.
Shen Zhiyi's body staggered forward suddenly, and was pulled back into the seat by the seat belt.
She looked at the smoldering hood in front of her in shock, feeling a chill run down her spine, as if she had died.
Before she could completely calm down, a familiar figure slowly appeared in the rain and smoke in front of the car.
Lin Yuzhou walked to the Lambo's co-pilot, half-bent and staring at the pale woman, with a smile on his lips, "Are you going to get down by yourself, or should I hold you?"
