"Before marriage...lover?"
Jiang Zhi's face froze as he struggled to digest these words.
Yan Xingyue picked up the instant hot cocoa that Xiang Fengyu had casually placed on the table and made herself a cup.
The sweet and mellow aroma spread with the heat, but Yan Xingyue's voice was not tainted with any warmth.
"The words "premarital lover" are easy to understand."
Jiang Zhiying doesn't even have a serious status.
People like them have enjoyed the advantages brought by their family since their mother's womb, and the freedom of marriage is destined to be sacrificed from the beginning.
Yan Xingyue understands this truth.
But Yan Zhai was disgusted when he heard that he was sick, and he still refused to cut off contact with his lover after marriage. Even after Mrs. Yan was initially diagnosed with pregnancy, he still couldn't help himself and went to Jiang Zhiying.
After Jiang Zhiying found out that she was pregnant, she did not tell Yan Zhaiwen immediately because she was afraid that she would not be able to keep the child, so she left with her pregnancy.
There is no doubt that she is capable, but it is a pity that for a pregnant woman, no matter how good her work ability is, no company wants her.
For a long time after Jiang Zhi was born, they lived in poverty.
When Jiang Zhiying stayed up for countless long nights and spent all her efforts on writing a plan that was plagiarized by her colleagues in the same group, she finally broke out.
Jiang Zhiying, who couldn't stand the workplace atmosphere, contacted Yan Zhaiwen after many years.
The latter also couldn't forget the lover who left him during his most addictive days. After hearing that she had given birth to a child for him, he was even more excited to take the mother and son back.
At that time, Yan Zhaiwen already had an heir.
He plans to divorce his wife.
But what Yan Zhaiwen never expected was that Jiang Zhiying didn't care about him or Mrs. Yan's position at all.
She didn't want to become a regular employee, she just wanted to empty out Yan Zhaiwen's money and replace him.
Then all the tragedies happened.
Yan Xingyue revealed the past to Jiang Zhi in the flatest voice without any fluctuations.
Jiang Zhi looked at the cup of hot cocoa that Yan Xingyue took a sip from and then put down, never touched again, and the blood in his body slowly cooled down.
"I don't believe it...how could my mother..."
How could such a thing be done!
Yan Xingyue's words could be said to have subverted all his views.
What is the good life he has lived for so many years...
Do you eat steamed buns with human blood?
Yan Xingyue took out a somewhat thick file bag from the pig pillow (a product of Xiang Fengyu's claw machine) that he was leaning on and placed it in front of Jiang Zhi.
"It's up to you whether you want to see it or not."
He stood up and took away the cup of overly sweet hot cocoa.
"Whether you continue to live in the dream Jiang Zhiying has weaved for you, or accept the facts, it is your choice."
This was probably the longest sentence Yan Xingyue had ever said to Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi looked at the portfolio in front of him with blank eyes, feeling extremely lost.
Yan Xingyue's temporary pain relief medicine will take some time to wear off.
During this period, he called Aunt Dai (the previous shopping guide at the pet store) to find out the whole story.
Aunt Dai's hobby is to make money, and she doesn't play online at all. When she found out about this incident, someone posted a video on the Internet, which caused an online storm. The angry old man scolded the person who caused the trouble.
"Master! It was that person who took the initiative to stir up trouble. Miss Xiang is innocent."
She very naturally stretched out her feet to Feng Yu and tripped him up, selectively forgetting about it.
Xiang Fengyu is so innocent!
"Well, I understand."
Yan Xingyue hung up the phone and knocked on the door of Xiang Fengyu's room.
The door opened and he saw the familiar wallpaper made of his photos. Yan Xingyue consciously moved his eyes away and tried his best to focus on Xiang Fengyu himself.
Then he discovered that Xiang Fengyu was wearing new pajamas.
The new pajamas have Yan Xingyue's photo printed on them.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
"How are you feeling?"
Seeing him come in, Xiang Fengyu pulled him in, pressed him on the chair and looked around.
I couldn't even move a finger that was weak before.
"Take medicine, suppress it, and get a few sleeps and it will be fine."
Xiang Fengyu frowned: "I'll take you to the hospital. It's too uncomfortable for you to keep repeating this."
Yan Xingyue said that she was used to it.
The pain was a curse, but it was worth it.
Xiang Fengyu sat down on the carpet next to his legs, rested her head on his legs, and looked up at him.
"Why is this happening suddenly? Can you prevent it? If you hadn't let me hold you obediently, I wouldn't have known you were uncomfortable."
She reacted quickly and realized the moment the person fell down that there was something wrong with his body, otherwise how could he possibly knock down the sick man?
Before she could blame Yan Xingyue for being unwell and pretending to be her male companion, she heard Yan Xingyue ask softly: "How did you show up suddenly."
When he asked this question, he was still gently stroking Xiang Fengyu's hair, lowering his thick eyelashes. If he didn't look carefully at those bottomless black eyes, he would feel like he was looking at his closest lover. illusion.
The person involved said to Feng: "..."
She raised her head guiltily.
Holding his messed up hair, Xiang Fengyu coughed, and his head unconsciously dug into the hem of Yan Xingyue's sweater.
Seeing that her belly was bulging, Yan Xingyue didn't give her a chance to shrink back: "Speak."
Xiang Fengyu leaned his head against Yan Xingyue's abdominal muscles, thinking that Xiaoying Yangzi had a really nice figure. Can she lick her? Hearing this sentence suddenly, he quietly dug his head out.
"Actually... it's just... I took advantage of every opportunity."
She tried to explain.
"I saw that the gap between your legs was empty, so I inserted myself in. It's that simple."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Looking at Xiang Fengyu's "upright" eyes, Yan Xingyue's eyes moved slightly.
Obviously, Xiang Fengyu still has secrets that he doesn't know about.
This feeling of being out of control made Yan Xingyue feel irritated.
Just as he was about to speak again, Xiang Fengyu sat down on his lap, hugged his head with two arms, and rubbed his head, making his already messy hair even more messy.
"Oh, why are you so serious?"
After rubbing it, Xiang Fengyu let him go and said with a serious expression: "Or maybe you could explain to me your disguise technique and the reason for your sudden weakness?"
Yan Xingyue put her head back on his shoulder: "Everyone has their own secrets, we should respect each other."
Xiang Fengyu hummed proudly.
Small sample.
Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, Yan Xingyue asked again: "How do you know about the delivery boy?"
He heard everything Xiang Fengyu said when facing reporters.
I accidentally saw someone on the Internet saying that he beat the delivery boy, but Yan Xingyue ignored it.
Xiang Feng said: "I was blinded."
Then he straightened up and said in surprise: "It can't be true!"
Damn that stinking man! Since you dare to get involved in a small illness!
Yan Xingyue didn't seem to want to mention this matter, so he just said vaguely: "Absolutely."
The real situation is that the other party disguised as a delivery person entered Yan's house to steal something, and even hit Mrs. Yan with a stone.
Then he recognized Yan Xingyue who tried to stop her as a female ghost, and luckily escaped from him.
However, three days later, Yan Xingyue accurately found his home address, skinned and cramped his body, and chopped his body into minced meat.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Xiang Fengyu maintained her position sitting on him and suddenly whispered: "Yueyue, your thigh muscles are so hard, I like them so much."
"Can you give it to me? I hold it while I grind my teeth at night (º﹃º )"
Yan Xingyue hugged the person down and said very against his will: "I don't feel comfortable."
Xiang Fengyu immediately left his thigh behind.
"Are the clothes too tight? Take them off and you'll feel more comfortable."
Yan Xingyue took her hand and pulled it to the waist of his pants.
"fine."
"It's just dead."
