Jiang Yue had just figured it out.
There's nothing wrong with not admitting that you like him.
She raised her palm-sized face and looked at him quietly, this time not in a hurry to refute what he said.
Zhou Ji let her look at him, and she looked at him very carefully, from his eyebrows to his eyes, inch by inch, scanning the bridge of his nose and lips, as if he wanted to see every inch clearly.
Zhou Ji had been patiently waiting for her to see enough. His face was reflected in her eyes, as if he had occupied her entire world.
"are you angry?"
he asks.
Jiang Yue thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly, almost insignificantly.
She said, "I saw you on TV."
She said calmly and generously, "But I'm not very happy, especially when I see you standing with other women and whispering to each other."
Zhou Ji was very calm, interrupted her at the right time, and said calmly: "There was no whispering."
Jiang Yue didn't remember clearly. Anyway, he must have turned his face to chat with the legal adviser, even if he knew it was work-related.
She also remembered the sour and swollen feeling in her heart at that time.
Jiang Yue continued to say slowly: "Zhou Ji, I seem to be jealous."
Zhou Ji's fingertips on her face paused for a moment. He breathed softly, and his voice seemed to have a little more subtle trembling than before.
The man's Adam's apple slid up and down twice, his throat became tight, and he remained silent for a long time.
Jiang Yue's neck felt a little sore after looking up for so long. She slowly lowered her face, and the words were already on her lips, "I think I might like you a little bit now, which is why I feel so possessive."
She raised her eyes again, her eyes sincere: "Not much. And I am a very carefree person, so this doesn't mean anything."
Zhou Ji tightened her waist, making her chest feel breathless. He straightened his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "A little bit is enough."
He hugged her forward, and she staggered two steps and stepped on his leather shoes, almost hitting his chin.
The man could still act as if nothing had happened and hold on to her tightly without letting go.
The flickering dim lights made the night a little blurry.
Jiang Yue felt his breath in her ears, and the warm breath slowly fell on the side of her neck. The man bent over slightly, and the embrace that she couldn't break away from made her feel a little difficult to breathe, but there was something indescribable about it. sense of security.
She blinked: "Is it really enough?"
After asking, she said again: "Zhou Ji, you are lying to me. You are obviously a very greedy person."
Greedy to grab all her likes.
There is no room for a grain of sand in my eyes.
A little bit of liking can't satisfy his appetite.
Beasts who are accustomed to eating meat cannot fill their stomachs just by eating grass.
Although Jiang Yue doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, but...but she is not Kuchiki, and she seems to understand a little bit as she gradually realizes it.
Even though I can't feed him enough.
But she can hang him and covet him.
Zhou Ji does not deny his greed. Sometimes he really wants to tear her apart, but he still has reason and self-control.
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
"I kind of like you, but I don't want to forgive you yet."
Five years.
It's really long.
It was so long that she, an outsider, still feels her heart aching just by thinking about the love she had in those years.
Zhou Ji seemed to be born with a good destiny that lacked nothing.
The proud son of a wealthy family.
Good-looking, smart, and popular since childhood.
He is not short of money, let alone love.
That's why he could ignore and treat his wife coldly for five whole years.
Jiang Yue raised her eyes. She didn't know why her heart ached, and she didn't know why her eyes slowly turned red. She said word by word: "You were not good to me before, so I don't want to forgive you."
Jiang Yue spat out these words calmly, without breaking his heart or crying and accusing him.
A light sentence sounds as if it has no weight.
But like a dull knife, it fell from the top of his head and split his whole body into pieces.
Regarding the past, Zhou Ji could not defend herself with a single word.
Pride and prejudice are born in the blood and bones of the aloof young master. No matter how approachable he pretends to be, the prejudice in his heart will not change.
Zhou Ji looked at her red eyes, raised his trembling fingertips, and gently stroked the end of her eyes, feeling the hot and moist feeling.
These fleeting but extremely hot tears seemed to have burned a bloody hole in his heart.
He took a deep breath: "I'm sorry."
But Zhou Ji had to admit that he did not love her at that time.
That's why she did so many things that made her sad.
Jiang Yue opened her mouth, about to say something else, when the door behind her suddenly squeaked and someone pushed it open from the inside.
She looked back and saw Qin Zhao standing in the dark with an expressionless face: "It's cold outside. Be careful of catching a cold after staying here for so long. It's time to go home."
Qin Zhao had long heard the sound of parking at the door.
He could tell that his sister was moved, so he could endure it for so long without going out to interrupt the two of them. Almost half an hour had passed.
Qin Zhao couldn't sit still any longer, so he kindly came out to remind him.
Jiang Yue pushed Zhou Ji away and sniffed. She didn't want Qin Zhao to see her bunny look with red eyes and red nose, so she muttered "oh" and walked back.
Qin Zhao put his hands in his pockets, looked at Zhou Ji coldly, raised his chin and said, "Please come back, too."
Went back to the house.
Qin Zhao stopped Jiang Yue and thought about it for a moment. Now even when he suggested something, Qin Zhao said it very tactfully: "A Yue, even if you like him, you can't let him be too proud, otherwise you will always suffer."
Jiang Yue nodded, "I know."
She felt that even if she and Zhou Ji reconciled, there might be another story.
It was also very cruel to Zhou Ji, because sooner or later she would have to abandon her again.
She is just a passer-by in this story, maybe for five years, and if it is longer, it will be eight or ten years, so what?
Jiang Yue feels that she is very likely to become a scumbag. When he falls deeply in love with me, I will kick him.
"Brother, I'm going upstairs."
"Well, your parents brought you a gift and they have already sent it to your room."
"Okay." After a pause, Jiang Yue added: "Thank them for me."
Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin are both very busy at work, which makes Jiang Yue's life in the Qin family less awkward. Jiang Yue only sees the original owner's parents at home on weekends every week.
However, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin seem to be very easy-going and easy to get along with.
He never forced her to do anything necessary.
Jiang Yue didn't know if they were really so busy with work, or if they just reduced the number of times they came back just to make her stay at home more comfortable.
…
After this week, the cold spring is gradually fading away.
Now that Jiang Yue goes to the TV station to record a program, she will no longer be questioned by others, especially her colleagues, who are gradually willing to trust her.
Regardless of whether it was recording or live broadcast, Jiang Yue was very calm during the typhoon, never caused any trouble, and was even able to save others.
She has a vague tendency to become the host of Fruit Channel, and she has begun to rank among the best in terms of popularity and professional ability.
Competition is always inevitable wherever there are arenas.
One coming up means one going down.
Jiang Yue's momentum was so strong that it naturally aroused other people's awareness of the crisis, but her identity as the second young lady of the Qin family had already spread throughout the station.
One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.
Almost everyone knows it.
Even her colleagues who wanted to use some small means to show her off did not dare to do it because of her status.
The Qin family's backstage is not only widely rumored in the circle.
Some people on the Internet also broke the news as if they were half-covering their faces, saying that she has really ascended now and is no longer the same as ordinary people, let alone ordinary starlets.
The sour and envious tone didn't sound malicious.
Comments also included voices that were happy for her, and some said in hindsight that they had already seen that her temperament was different from ordinary people.
If public opinion stops here, forget it.
I don't know who mentioned her former adoptive mother first, saying that her adoptive mother had been framed and was now being held in a detention center.
The adopted daughter is really cruel if she doesn't ask questions.
