"Mom, no one bullies me."
Listening to the soft voice, Jiang Yue pulled away from her thoughts. She looked down at the small glutinous rice dumpling in her arms, and pinched his face gently with her itchy hands.
The child is very well behaved.
His temper is not bad at all.
He neither inherited his father's cold-hearted and stone-hearted character nor was he domineering and domineering like his mother.
Jiang Yue looked into his eyes, thought about it seriously, and pursed her lips in embarrassment: "Is that because I ate all your strawberry cake?"
Put yourself in someone else’s shoes.
If someone ate up all her favorite delicacies, she would probably be so angry that she would burst into tears even if she was extremely hungry.
The pretty little boy shook his head. His features were more like Zhou Ji's. He was handsome yet cold. He said, "That was originally reserved for mother."
His body was fragrant and soft, and he squeezed his mother's arms tighter: "I just...just wanted to cry."
Maybe I feel embarrassed to shed tears in front of my mother.
He buried his face and said in a choked, intermittent and pitiful voice: "Me too...I don't know what's wrong."
Jiang Yue patted his back gently, and she laughed. The corners of her lips curved slightly, as if they had a small dimple. The cold spring sunshine reflected her smile a little more tenderly. She said: "Cry if you want, I won't laugh at you."
She also loved to cry when she was little.
When he had a fight with other children at the palace banquet, he wouldn't cry when he lost. Instead, he would lie on the queen mother's lap and cry when he won.
Zhou Zhengchu didn't want to be a crybaby.
only.
He had already discovered that every time he burst into tears, his mother would be more gentle to him, allowing him to stay in her arms and allowing him to hold her.
After a while, Jiang Yue found that the child in her arms had fallen asleep at some point.
There were still undried tears hanging on the dark eyelashes.
She asked the housekeeper to carry him to the bedroom upstairs. After all, she was a little uneasy, or maybe she had developed feelings for each other. Then she also went upstairs, gently opened the gap in the door, and saw that he was well covered with a quilt. , and silently closed the door.
Jiang Yue could hardly remember the memory of this body getting along with the child.
The picture is very blurry.
The memories are also very vague.
The memories belonging to the original owner seemed to be gradually fading away, but those emotions at that time became very clear when Jiang Yue deliberately recalled them.
The original owner seems to have only two emotions: love and hate.
It's as if she was born with only the thread of love left, and all other senses seem to be unawakened.
Therefore, she loves people like moths to a flame, and hates a person so much that she hates them superficially.
It really reflects the fortune-telling phrase - lost in despair.
"Madam, the ground is cold, why don't you go back inside and sit down?"
The butler showed up at the right time.
Jiang Yue always likes to sit on the steps and look at the scenery in the distance. He casually supports his chin and his little head and looks into the distance.
Maybe not looking at the distance, but her hometown.
The wind ruffled the girl's black hair, and the yellow setting sun fell on her white face. She said, "I don't feel cold."
The housekeeper paused for a moment and continued to persuade: "The cold air has entered your body, and I'm afraid you will get sick again."
The housekeeper is actually afraid that when his husband comes back, he will blame them for not taking good care of this wife who is not in good health. If she is injured or sick.
The gentleman who always has a gentle temperament at home will never be happy.
Jiang Yue groaned, then remembered that her current body was not in good condition. She stood up and patted the dust on her body, but there was actually no dust at all.
The inside and outside of the villa are cleaned every day by dedicated personnel.
Almost spotless.
Jiang Yue returned to the living room, where the servants had prepared dinner.
She suddenly thought of a very important thing. She couldn't cook, and she would have to find another aunt to cook after moving.
Jiang Yue, who had never cared about the balance of his bank card, finally thought of checking how much money was left in his card.
You can even see the details on mobile banking.
The balance on the salary card shows there are eight digits left.
Jiang Yue was stunned. She was only paid hundreds of thousands for each show. She came to her senses and slowly opened the details. Only then did she realize that Zhou Ji had transferred money to her card several months ago.
It was like treating her card as a piggy bank.
I'm in a good mood and transfer money.
Even if you are in a bad mood, you will change.
Bonus transfer notes:
——[Buy beautiful clothes. 】
——[Buy a beautiful hairpin. 】
——[Buy delicious food. 】
The numbers basically range from millions to tens of millions.
There was only one time, probably because I was in a really bad mood, so I transferred a million randomly - [Next time, remember to go to a regular KTV. 】
Jiang Yue turned off the message reminders of every software.
If she hadn't specifically clicked on it now, she might never have discovered that Zhou Ji had transferred money to her as if talking to herself.
Jiang Yue felt strange in her heart. She neither disliked Zhou Ji's behavior nor felt very touched.
Just sighing from the bottom of my heart, her ex-husband should be really rich.
She didn't get any money from the divorce. She is really a beautiful person with a kind heart and noble morals.
If she hadn't been so anxious to get Zhou Ji to sign the divorce agreement, she would not have been so generous.
Spending your hard-earned money still feels a little painful.
But by spending Zhou Ji's money, she can spend money like water without any psychological burden!
She certainly hopes that her ex-husband can continue to maintain the fine tradition of transferring money to her when there is nothing wrong after the divorce.
It happened that Zhou Ji sent her a message at this time.
The man had just finished the shareholders' meeting. He tugged on his tie. The cold solemnity he had just met was quietly replaced by warmth. His slender fingers quickly clicked on the screen——
[This old bungalow looks pretty good. It’s a little bigger than the flat floor you selected this morning. It has a yard where you can plant flowers. 】
Jiang Yue clicked on the picture he sent and found that the environment was indeed more beautiful, with an exquisite small garden and a small single-family house that looked like a fairy tale.
She even politely said: [Will it be expensive? Isn't this not good? 】
Zhou Ji could almost imagine her expression while typing on the other side of the screen. She was smart and cute. He said: [Not expensive. 】
If it wasn't expensive, Jiang Yue suddenly didn't like it that much.
She just wants to live in an expensive and nice place.
Jiang Yue said: [This method will work too. 】
…
Two days later, Zhou Ji took a private plane back to Beijing.
He did not betray Jiang Yue's trust, nor did he make excuses not to let her move. After she packed her luggage, he asked the driver to drive her there.
Zhou Ji usually travels with bodyguards, but today he was very low-key.
There was no bodyguard car following them.
Jiang Yue glanced sideways at the man sitting next to her. Even though he was quietly hidden in the darkness, his presence was hard to ignore. The only sound in the car was the sound of the man turning pages of documents.
He was calm and composed, as if helping her move was just a matter of official business.
Jiang Yue thought silently. It seemed that the information in her useless little system was still very accurate.
The male protagonist and the female protagonist are destined to have an unchangeable destiny.
"Sir, madam, here we are."
The privacy of the small bungalow is very good, and there is a dedicated person to open the door when entering and exiting.
As the car slowly drove in, Jiang Yue felt that she was already escaping from the tragic fate of her original owner. She looked at Zhou Ji and said, "Let's sign it after the cooling-off period."
The man's finger paused on the page, and after a few seconds he said, "Okay."
Jiang Yue had just finished moving when the news was revealed by the paparazzi, who are powerful and omnipresent. Considering that the relationship between Jiang Yue and her CEO husband seemed to be quite stable during this period.
Netizens who eat melon didn’t believe a word the paparazzi said. The wealthy couple officially separated.
Ding Ru didn't know how angry she was at Jiang Yue, but when she saw the news, she still couldn't help but want to find out the truth: [Yue Yue, this is the Nth time this year you have been rumored to be divorced. I won't do it anyway. Believe it again. 】
Jiang Yue is an honest person: [This time it’s true. 】
Ding Ru:? ? ?
She is ecstatic! ! !
The sky has eyes, Jiang Yue was finally dumped.
But the next second, Ding Ru was worried about whether Jiang Yue was playing tricks on her on purpose!
Ding Ru took a deep breath and asked cautiously: "Are you really separated?" 】
Jiang Yue then sent a cute emoticon: [No stamp, I have already moved out (●◡●)ﾉ]
Ding Ru felt that Jiang Yue had returned to the stage where he was very easy to deceive and use tricks. She continued to ask: "How much property did Zhou Ji give you?" 】
