Jiang Yue blinked, and in confusion and confusion slowly understood the words Zhou Ji uttered.
What does he mean?
Does he want to interfere with her work again?
What an extravagance! ! !
If you don’t care about heaven and earth, you still have to worry about how she goes to work?
Why didn't he become an emperor in his previous life? So authoritarian.
Jiang Yue slowly frowned, with the words "I'm unhappy" written on her face. She didn't want to explain to him that this was what was in the script.
The woman raised her chin and seemed to be thinking seriously.
"Because he is very good-looking."
Her Royal Highness can do anything, and she is also the number one irritant.
The man's eyes were like a deep lake, with a terrifying calmness: "General."
Jiang Yue didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with him. It was almost time for her spa appointment, "I'm going to go for a beauty treatment."
It means that he should let go of her quickly.
Zhou Ji turned a deaf ear and tightened his grip on her wrist. He pursed his lips and pointed out calmly: "You looked at him five times in total."
Once or twice forget it.
Five times is too many.
The audience in the live broadcast room even felt that she and the actor were a good match.
When Zhou Ji saw these remarks, he did feel faintly uncomfortable in his heart.
Jiang Yue didn't expect that Zhou Ji not only watched her live show, but also started counting out of boredom. Was there something wrong with his brain?
"Too many, I forgot."
Zhou Ji didn't know what the worry in his heart meant. He shouldn't have asked her such a boring and childish question, but he couldn't take it back after he had spoken.
She seemed heartless and indifferent.
There was no hint of his displeasure at all.
It seems that the wife has been impatient with her husband for a long time and can't wait for Hongxing to cheat on her.
Does Jiang Yue really like him?
You said you loved him before, couldn't you be lying?
This liar.
The man swallowed the surging reluctance and held her hand tightly, "I'll take you to the beauty salon."
Jiang Yue thought about it and didn't refuse.
Free drivers, don’t use them in vain.
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Jiang Yue is a frequent visitor to beauty salons. She spends money generously and treats people well.
Therefore, the doctors and nurses in the beauty salon are very willing to serve her and have already treated her as the most important customer.
Jiang Yue didn't expect Zhou Ji to follow her upstairs.
Does he also want to do some maintenance?
To be honest, Zhou Ji is quite pretty, her facial features are very delicate, her appearance is stern, her eyebrows are pretty, and her eyes are pretty as well.
Out of uncontrollable curiosity, Jiang Yue condescended to ask: "What project do you want to do?"
Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, laughing and laughing.
Jiang Yue's ears were very sharp and she heard his gentle laughter. What was he laughing at? what's so funny?
"You don't have to be embarrassed, everyone has a love for beauty."
"Thank you for your concern. I have no plans to do so recently."
"oh."
Jiang Yue couldn't say anything after hearing the trick. She turned away faster than turning the page in a book and immediately ignored him.
The employees of the beauty salon warmly received Jiang Yue, and when they saw the man next to her, they immediately recognized who it was.
She subconsciously praised: "Ms. Jiang, you and your husband have a really good relationship."
She has worked for so long and has never seen many husbands who are willing to wait in the lounge.
Jiang Yue was very reluctant to admit her relationship with Zhou Ji outside. She thought that few people would recognize Zhou Ji in reality, so she lied without changing her expression: "He is not my husband, he is the driver."
The driver himself, Zhou Ji:...
The receptionist smiled awkwardly, taking it as a matter of friendship between the two.
Zhou Ji was very cooperative, "Well, I'm just my wife's driver."
Jiang Yue's skin is actually very good, with thin skin and tender flesh, like a piece of flawless jade.
You only need to do the most basic projects to meet your needs.
During this period, the man waited patiently outside.
This has never happened before.
He had to admit that he had developed curiosity and desire to explore Jiang Yue.
Instead of the previous attitude of indifference.
About half an hour later, Jiang Yue came out of the spa and was surprised to find that Zhou Ji hadn't left yet.
Zhou Ji played the role of driver vividly, with a smile on her lips and a gentle voice: "Madam, the car has been parked downstairs."
Jiang Yue was a little unaccustomed to him being like this, and her back felt cold, "I got it."
Then he walked ahead of him and entered the elevator without looking back.
After a long day of exhaustion, Jiang Yue couldn't wait to go home and have a good rest, but she also had a mysophobia, so the first thing she did when entering the bedroom was to take a shower.
Coming out of the bathroom, my hair was half dry.
When I was looking for a hair dryer, I accidentally found some photos I had never seen before.
Her eyes paused. This photo was probably taken several years ago.
The person in the photo was wearing a blue and white school uniform. He was very tall at that time, and his white eyes were dazzling when he stood in the sun. His eyebrows were as cold as now, and he looked at the camera calmly, as if he was born to be a proud man.
The back of the photo has the school's seal.
Jiang Yue recognized that this was Zhou Ji from high school, who was younger and softer than now, with a cold aura and less oppressive feeling.
Jiang Yue stuffed the photo back.
She muttered, why did Zhou Ji look like the annoying regent before?
When I was a teenager, I looked similar.
Really weird.
Jiang Yue would not regard these two people as the same person, after all, this is just a fictional world to her.
She didn't want to recall the past.
In this way, she will only miss her father, emperor and mother, as well as her eldest cousins more and more.
Jiang Yue dried her hair, sat lazily on the special soft floor mat, and lay beside the bed to play with her mobile phone.
I haven’t logged into Weibo all day.
I didn’t even know I had a support group after I went online.
@ Princess’s Global Support Club: “@ noble princess Jiang Yue officially opens the website today. Companionship is the longest confession of love.”
Jiang Yue didn't see this Aite. She never looked at Aite.
After surfing the Internet for a while, she was lying on the bed, feeling a little sleepy, as if muttering to herself: "Can I still go back?"
The system was silent for a long time. I wanted to pretend to be dead, but then ran out and asked, "Don't you like it here?" There is freedom and equality here, advanced science and technology, and a very high standard of living. Everything is much better than Jiang State. Why do you still want to go back? 】
The system did not get an answer.
Jiang Yue has fallen asleep.
It was as if what he just said was just a dream talk.
No matter how nice this place is, it is not her home.
She missed her mother who loved her, her father who would set her up on the swing, and her brother who was always angry but had to find all kinds of new gadgets for her.
And that.
Your unfettered, carefree self.
At that time, her favorite thing was to lie in front of the window sill, bask in the warm sun, and take a long nap.
Zhou Ji opened the door and saw her sleeping beside the bed.
She was sleeping soundly, with red marks on her face, and her thick and long black eyelashes cast beautiful shadows, as if she was talking in her sleep.
Zhou Ji leaned over and leaned closer to listen. She said vaguely that she wanted to go home.
Zhou Ji's heart suddenly softened. It turned out that he was homesick.
He picked her up gently, placed her carefully on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and closed the curtains to block her from the dazzling light outside the window.
He bent down and placed a fleeting kiss on her red lips, tasting it briefly.
The man's fingertips lightly rubbed her cheek.
I hope his delicate wife has a good sleep.
