The restaurant is quiet.
The dishes look good and taste good.
Jiang Yue tasted a few things, and they were all to her liking. She had no intention of being polite to him, thinking that she would come and sit down when she had time in the future.
In the meantime, Zhou Ji went out to answer the phone.
Mother was still coughing a little on the phone, with a nasal sound after illness, and she seemed to ask casually: "Are you and Jiang Yue going out?"
Mrs. Zhou usually doesn't have time to read news on the Internet.
Because of her husband's work, she sometimes becomes very busy.
The assistant would not waste her time by sorting out some unimportant news in front of her.
I've been recovering at home these past few days, and I just happened to come across some photos.
In fact, even if Mrs. Zhou didn't get the photo, someone had already sent it to her, trying to find out what Zhou Ji's marriage was like.
Now that we are getting divorced.
It is absolutely impossible for them to go to the temple to worship Buddha together.
In this circle, there are many marriages for profit. It is well understood before the marriage that it is a marriage, so divorce is rare.
When it comes to divorce, they are basically enemies who have never interacted with each other until death.
But in this blurry back photo, it can be seen that the two are somewhat in love.
Zhou Ji heard her mother's question and did not deny it: "I asked her to come out and accompany me to the temple to pray for your peace."
Mrs. Zhou wanted to laugh after hearing this, "My illness is not serious enough to alarm the Buddha, right?"
He didn't feel guilty at all about using her as an excuse.
What he said was serious and not selfish at all.
Zhou Ji's expression remained unchanged: "Well, I am more filial."
Mrs. Zhou: "..."
She also made this call to confirm whether her son was still clinging to him.
His attitude is obvious but not obvious enough.
People who don't know him might actually be fooled by him.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ji returned to the box. At some point, the little girl was already lying on the small couch by the window, with her hands on the window sill, her delicate chin gently resting on her arms, lazily basking in the sun.
The bright golden sunlight made her fair skin almost transparent.
White and transparent.
The lips were wet, as if they had just bitten a berry and were stained with crimson juice.
Fragrant, moist, and very tempting.
She closed her eyes, her long, straight black eyelashes falling densely, her black hair spread like a waterfall behind her, and the sun kissed the tip of her snow-white nose.
Like a person in a painting.
The years are peaceful and peaceful.
Zhou Jingjing looked at her quietly, his dark pupils were deep, and the scene in front of him seemed to be in a trance, as if he saw a carefree girl lying by the window basking in the sun thousands of years ago.
Fleeting.
But it seems to be just his hallucination.
The man came back to his senses, his footsteps were very soft, and his leather shoes made almost no sound when he stepped on the carpet. He walked to the small couch by the window, bent down, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and was about to put her People hugged.
Her eyelashes seemed to tremble twice, like butterfly wings about to fly out. She opened her eyes blankly, then turned her face, and her delicate little face, which was reddened by the sun, met the man's dark and calm eyes.
The words "I'm sleepy" reached my throat before I could spit them out.
Zhou Ji suddenly leaned over and approached her, put his fingertips on the side of her face, gently touched her face, and kissed her suddenly.
The tip of the tongue that penetrated was hot and numb.
Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment. Before pushing him away, the man let go of her as if to stop.
In fact, Zhou Ji didn't know what happened to him just now.
that is.
I just suddenly wanted to kiss her.
A kiss without any desire, without any wrong thoughts.
Zhou Ji spoke first before she became angry: "I'm sorry."
Jiang Yue felt that his breath was on her lips and teeth. She was a little angry, but she didn't seem as angry as before.
My heart is in turmoil.
Very upset.
But not so exclusive.
Precisely because she was not so repelled, she became even more angry!
Has she really fallen? In Zhou Jirunwu's silent sugar-coated bullets, he was corrupted by his beauty.
When Jiang Yue was in a daze, Zhou Ji had already held her wrist and said, "Go back to sleep."
She nodded randomly, and when she came to her senses, she did not forget to say: "I know you like me and covet me, but this is not the reason for you to steal the princess."
Zhou Ji's eyebrows stretched, and a faint smile lingered.
His fingertips gently rubbed the girl's thin wrist, a perfectly normal movement that showed some indescribable lust for no reason.
She seems to know everything.
Knowing that he likes her, he stares at her like a vicious dog coveting flowers.
But she didn't believe his sincerity at all, and just regarded it as a whim.
Zhou was silent for a moment, then he asked: "Will the princess like me?"
can you?
Jiang Yue didn't even think about it, and gave a simple answer that was simply life-threatening: "No."
Zhou Ji was silent for a longer time. He lowered his eyelids and asked, "Isn't there even a little bit?"
Jiang Yue: "No."
She seemed to have no idea how deeply hurt her words would be, nor did she think she was being cruel.
She said: "Don't be wishful thinking."
Zhou Ji didn't say anything else.
What he hoped for and asked for was not so easy to get.
There are many people in this world who are unable to love.
Zhou Ji comforted herself like this, but she was really unwilling to do so, and she couldn't just lie to herself.
The man's face was expressionless, and he took a deep breath to relieve the weight in his chest.
Zhou Ji led her through the corridor outside the courtyard.
It's not a coincidence, but it is indeed a coincidence.
I met Fu Qingnian here, and he didn't come alone.
Fu Qingnian's face was extremely cold, as if someone owed him money. His cold face could scare away cowards for miles around.
Standing in front of him was a little girl with a round face and round eyes, making her look very small.
If not, no one would have guessed that the woman in front of him was two years older than Fu Qingnian. She looked like a timid and easily frightened rabbit.
Her eyes were also red now, as if she had just cried.
"I want you to have a good meal, and why are you crying like this? I don't know, you thought I was going to kill you."
"We...it's not right for us to do this."
The woman stumbled, her voice became lower and lower, and she became more and more guilty.
Fu Qingnian laughed out loud, hugged her waist tightly, trapped her in his arms, and pinched her chin with his other hand, "What's wrong?"
He emphasized his tone and said deliberately: "Sister-in-law."
The woman was scared to tears by him again, and looked around anxiously, for fear of being seen by others.
When I saw someone standing at the other end of the corridor, my eyes widened instantly, and I was so scared that I couldn't even shed tears.
Taking a closer look, I found that these two people looked very familiar.
Fu Qingnian followed her gaze and looked back, without any intention of letting go. Everyone knew that he slept with his sister-in-law, but it was no secret for a long time.
"Sister-in-law, what are you hiding from? Aren't you a fan of Jiang Yue? I just went to say hello."
Jiang Yue also saw Fu Qingnian. She was a little curious and turned to Zhou Ji and asked: "Is that Fu Qingnian's girlfriend? Or his wife?"
Zhou Ji thought for a while, fearing that telling the truth would anger the jealous princess.
The man pondered for a long time and said, "It's his ancestor."
