Zhou Ji picked up the phone and lowered his thick eyelashes. He seemed to be looking through the photos carefully, scanning each photo carefully.
Obviously I had seen the contents of the photo before going home.
At this moment, not even a single detail was spared.
For some reason, Zhou Ji's originally gloomy mood suddenly became a little brighter. On his way home just now, he had even made plans in advance.
Act like you don’t know what to do, and you don’t care whether you ask or not.
Zhou Ji really didn't expect that Jiang Yue would take the initiative to tell him these things. He thought that she had no trust in him, so it was impossible to think that he didn't care.
Since she is so honest.
Maybe nothing happened.
It was just a few meals, and she was so beautiful, but her brain was not very good, she was stupid, and she was always easy to be plotted and bullied by people with evil intentions.
Can't blame her.
Zhou Ji returned the phone to her and asked in a calm tone:
"Did he threaten you with money?"
Because it was an anonymous email, Zhou Ji thought she didn't know who was threatening her.
"Yes." Jiang Yue said immediately, "I don't want to give it to her."
Zhou Ji said yes.
Jiang Yue felt strange, why was her scheming husband so calm today?
But this has nothing to do with her.
She then spoke again: "I don't care whether these photos will be exposed. I'm just telling you now, you can do it yourself."
Sun Chengfeng tried to use these photos to manipulate her like the original owner. It was just a dream! She is not afraid of those false reputations.
Even if it is really sent to Zhou Ji, or to other people in the Zhou family, so what?
Zhou Ji divorced her, but she couldn't get it.
There are many men, and Her Royal Highness sincerely believes that her beauty and intelligence make her worthy of better men in this world.
As for exposure on the Internet, she doesn't even care.
Will those scoldings on the Internet have any impact on her? Besides, she wasn't afraid of being scolded at all, and it wouldn't hurt her in the slightest.
After she said this, she turned and went upstairs.
The woman's slender wrist was suddenly clasped in the man's palm, and he held her casually, "Where are you going?"
It wasn't so much that Jiang Yue didn't like physical contact with Zhou Ji, but that he was a little scared. The skin he touched seemed to be on fire.
She lowered her eyelashes uncomfortably, and her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow. She tried to pull out her wrist, but the power gap between men and women was too great.
Her little strength was like that of a kitten in front of Zhou Ji.
Jiang Yue felt a little annoyed. It was only now that she was down and out that Zhou Ji had the opportunity to meet such a golden person like her.
"I'm going upstairs to rest."
"Together."
The man uttered two faint words and looked at her eyes as dark and quiet as lakes.
Jiang Yue felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, and she remembered the night not long ago that still frightened her to this day. She really didn't want to be with him.
She made a random excuse: "I want to tell my son a story."
Zhou Ji couldn't remember when she became a loving mother. His eyes swept around her without trace, and thought about it carefully. In the past, she often pretended to love her children in front of him, instead of pretending to love her children. For some other purpose.
When he was distracted, she couldn't wait to push his hand away.
Being looked at by Zhou Ji like this was like being stared at by a hungry wild beast. He looked calm but could be frighteningly arrogant.
As soon as the man entered the room, he took off his suit jacket. Underneath was a finely made shirt, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen were stretched out.
She had experienced firsthand the power of this body.
He looks thin, but is actually savage.
Jiang Yue fled far away, went upstairs in a panic, and got into his son's room as if he was running away.
It's not too late now.
The child has already changed into his pajamas obediently, finished his homework and is ready to go to bed.
He blinked his confused eyes, his dark eyes staring at his mother who suddenly entered the room.
Looking at such innocent eyes, Jiang Yue asked stiffly: "Are you ready to sleep?"
The boy, who was always well-behaved in front of his mother, nodded, and then called her softly: "Mom."
He didn't ask why his mother came to him.
The handsome boy is still thinking seriously about whether he did anything wrong today.
He has been very good recently. He has not done anything that his mother does not like, nor has he said anything that his mother does not like to hear.
Moreover, his mother had not "punished" him for a long time and locked him in a small dark room.
The boy clenched his hands slightly uneasily, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly: "Mom, did I do something wrong?"
It may be that he has experienced his mother's tenderness, if his mother returns to her former hysterical and sarcastic ways towards him.
He might...maybe not so tolerant anymore.
He is not afraid of pain, but he is afraid of not having her love.
He doesn't want much, just a little is enough.
"No." Jiang Yue sat by the bed and thought seriously for a long time, "I'll tell you a story."
Of course Jiang Yue can't tell stories.
Her son seemed to be looking forward to it, looking at her eagerly, his ears a little red, "Thank you, Mom."
Jiang Yue bit the bullet and told a few not-so-exciting stories. The beginnings of the stories all started a long time ago.
"Once upon a time, there was a princess of high status. She was unparalleled in beauty, wit and intelligence, and was loved by thousands of people. But a mean and evil villain had been coveting her for a long time, and forced the poor princess to marry him."
"later."
Jiang Yue couldn't continue talking at this point.
Zhou Zhengchu looked at his mother who seemed stunned, "Mom, what happened next?"
Jiang Yue is really not good at telling stories, and the stories she tells are all boring, "He died later! The bad guys got the punishment they deserved."
Jiang Yue made up the ending of the story, and then nodded heavily: "Yes, he is dead."
Such a bloody and violent story seems inappropriate to tell to children.
Jiang Yue met his son's dark eyes and said, "I don't want to say anything anymore. Just close your eyes and sleep like this."
When Zhou Zhengchu closed his eyes, he thought he was dreaming. His mother had never told him a bedtime story.
Even if he didn't hear it very clearly.
But he was still happy.
This kind of joy that comes from the heart is not a pre-set program, but really feels happy and enjoyable.
Before going to bed, the little boy was a little shy and whispered to her: "Thank you, Mom."
*
late at night.
Zhou Ji gently pushed open the child's bedroom door, where a dim lamp was still on.
A quiet room.
The woman, with long hair like a waterfall, lay quietly beside the bed, her eyes closed and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The thin light reflected on the woman's pink skin. She looked extremely well-behaved when she was sleeping. Her eyelashes were long and as beautiful as butterfly wings.
She lay next to the child and gently grasped the child's fingers with her slender hands.
This picture actually looks a little warm.
He walked up to her, placed his fingertips casually on her eyebrows, and looked at her obedient and soft face.
Zhou Ji felt his heart tremble, and he whispered softly: "If you want to pretend to be good, just pretend for a little longer."
