Shen Zhiyi grabbed the seat belt, his eyes dull.
Lin Yuzhou's shirt was stained with rain and was partially stuck to his body. You could vaguely see the swollen muscles on it, and the veins on his half-rolled arms were obvious.
His voice was gentle and cold, completely unlike what a malicious speedster should say.
"I like him."
Shen Zhiyi raised her lips, "Just like I liked you back then."
In one sentence, the originally cold atmosphere became completely cramped and depressing.
Song Ming was startled, then said, "Mr. Lin, you can't force someone to like you." He looked at Shen Zhiyi, "If you don't like it, let it go as soon as possible to avoid losing both sides."
"Yeah?"
Lin Yuzhou narrowed his eyes and glanced at Shen Zhiyi with a playful look, "You also took off your clothes to seduce him like you did when you climbed into my bed?"
Shen Zhiyi was startled, her cheeks turned red with shame and anger.
Before she could say anything, Song Ming directly helped her smooth things over, "How could others know about what happened between me and Zhizhi!"
He opened the car door and got out of the car, and helped Shen Zhiyi down.
The moment they passed each other, Lin Yuzhou said, "If Mr. Song knew that his son was willing to divorce his wife who he had loved for many years for someone else's wife... would he be so angry that his old illness relapsed?"
Song Ming's body shook violently.
Lin Yuzhou smiled lightly and grabbed Shen Zhiyi's wrist, "Why is Mrs. Lin so embarrassed every time?"
He raised his hand and touched Shen Zhiyi's face.
Shen Zhiyi looked into the man's eyes through the rain and saw the banter, ridicule, and indescribable...provocation?
After getting in the car, Shen Zhiyi said, "I don't want to go back."
Lin Yuzhou glanced sideways, staring at the dazzling coat on her body. He pulled it off without gentleness and threw it out of the car window.
Then he reached out towards her.
"What?" Shen Zhiyi didn't react.
The man touched the tip of his tongue lightly to the roof of his mouth and said, "Mobile phone."
Shen Zhiyi didn't know what she wanted her cell phone for and was unwilling to give it to her.
Lin Yuzhou snorted, "Shen Zhiyi, you know, I don't have much patience."
Shen Zhiyi and Lin Yuzhou have been married for three years. Most of the time, he is like a bodyguard who is always on call and rarely loses his temper. But people who know him well know that he is a dangerous wolf at heart.
His peace is entirely based on small fights.
She tightened her knuckles, found her cell phone and handed it over.
"Password." The man didn't answer.
Shen Zhiyi silently took back the phone, unlocked it with his face, and handed it over for the second time.
Lin Yuzhou took the phone and opened the photo album.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the photo out of the corner of his eye and instinctively glanced at Lin Yuzhou's expression, finding that his face was surprisingly cold.
Is he... angry or jealous?
"Like him?" Lin Yuzhou didn't delete the photo, he just threw the phone aside, lit a cigarette, and looked sideways at Shen Zhiyi, who was a little nervous.
Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips, "Does it matter who I like?"
Lin Yuzhou paused for a moment before suddenly smiling, "Shen Zhiyi, not all men are as easy to talk to as me."
In an instant, the man leaned over and pressed the back of her neck.
The thin and cold tobacco smoke pressed against the shop floor. Shen Zhiyi choked and couldn't breathe. She instinctively pushed the man's chest.
But the disparity in strength between men and women was so huge that she whined for help, but could do nothing else, and her cheeks turned red from suppressing it.
When she was let go, she covered her neck and coughed violently.
When Lin Yuzhou saw this, he joked, "I haven't touched you for three years, and I can't even kiss you?"
That tone was full of bad taste.
