Wolverine’s steps stumbled, shaking her body to the bed, Mo Yan raised her head, took a deep breath, and blinked hard to restore her emotions.
Get up and walk to the nightstand, open the drawer, there are only a few books, and a few neutral black pens.
I looked at all the places where I put things, nothing. Mo Yan was lying on the sofa in disappointment, always wondering where she had her tail.
It seems that this has been the case since the moment of marriage, Ji Simiao has always guarded himself.
Perhaps, what can you know from Ji Zhongshang’s mouth?
Mo Yan thought, got up and left the bedroom, walked through the gorgeous and luxurious promenade, and came to the entrance of the stairs.
Seeing Ji Zhongshen sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and shoes, looking at something seriously. The sound of dabbing footsteps slowly came downstairs.
With an apologetic expression on his face, Yo-yo came to Ji Zhongshen.
Ji Zhongshen felt someone approaching, put away the things on his hands, saw Mo Yan with a serious and rigid cheek, and turned to smile.
“What’s wrong? Bitch.”
“Sorry, it was just that I was a bit rude. You cared for me kindly, but I was …”
Mo Yan’s smile was a little reluctant, her face pale, and she apologized to Ji Zhongshen.
“It’s okay. Sister-in-law sit down, I know, you’re in a bad mood, and of course you won’t go in your heart.” Ji Zhongshen smiled frankly, light and windy, and said to Mo Yan unmindfully.
Mo Yan was a little embarrassed. She was so embarrassed that she forgot to sit down.
“Huh …” Mo Yan sat down on the sofa with a long sigh of sorrow, her complex and entangled emotions in her heart, unable to understand her thoughts.
“Xunzi, if you believe me, you can tell me, if I can help, I will definitely help.”
Ji Zhongshen inadvertently looked at the files on the phone again, looking at Mo Yan, and asked intimately.
“Your brother divorced me, probably derailed. I received a call from that woman, and blatantly asked when Ji Simiao divorced me. Moreover, it may be the new secretary in the company.”
Mo Yan’s resentful glance glanced at Ji Zhongshen. Speaking of this, she became more and more angry, her teeth were rattling, her face was getting more and more gloomy.
“What? My brother will derail? Sister, are you sure?”
Ji Zhongshen was surprised and smiled again. He spread his hands and seemed unconvinced, as if he was listening to a strange talk.
“Of course I’m sure, how can such a thing be fabricated out of thin air. Why, you don’t believe me?” Mo Yan argued hard, wanted to prove herself, and looked at Ji Zhongshen’s mind and asked.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in sister-in-law, it’s just Ji … my brother has never had such a rumor, and since he was young, he wasn’t a flower-hearted man. This kind of thing happened suddenly, and it really felt a little incredible …”
Ji Zhongxian’s eyes turned slightly to the upper right corner, and the words stuttered were exactly what he thought.
“Then you can go to the company to see if the relationship between the two of them is normal.” Mo Yan said in a generous and upright voice to Zhong Sheng.
“Don’t be angry, sister-in-law, if it’s really my brother’s cause, I will certainly persuade her. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Ji Zhongshen frowned slightly, hurriedly comforting Mo Yan’s sudden angry mood.
Mo Yan’s eyes turned slightly, thinking, maybe Ji Zhongshen could really help herself.
“Ji Simiao said he would fire me and not let me go to work again? I hope you can help me.”
“Fired you? He wants to get rid of all relationships with you.” Ji Zhongshen’s eyes became deeper and deeper, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what kind of medicine Ji Simiao was selling.
“Um.” Mo Yan didn’t dare to imagine what she would get after divorcing Ji Simiao, nor did she get anything rare, but she couldn’t leave now.
“Xunzi, I just came back from a business trip. After I returned to the company to understand the situation, I’m helping you with an idea. Don’t worry, I won’t just ignore it.”
Ji Zhongshang generously unpacked his words, righteous words, but he was righteous.
“Oh, okay, I really appreciate you.” Regardless of whether Ji Zhongshen can help himself, there is such a thing, even if it is just polite, it is better than Ji Mu’s tit-for-tat.
“Mo Yan, come with me.” After the enthusiastic conversation, a cold and familiar voice sounded behind him.
Ji Simiao? When did you come back?
When I heard the voice, I shuddered and turned my head in a hurry. I saw Ji Simiao and Mo Yan’s eyes turned. I was worried that Ji Simiao had heard all the conversation just now.
“Brother.” Ji Zhongshen greeted calmly and smiled at Ji Simiao. Although Ji Simiao didn’t respond to the ice cube, Ji Zhongsheng didn’t care.
Ji Smiao’s dark pupil stared at Mo Yan tightly. When the voice dropped, she turned around and stepped upstairs. Nuo Da’s living room echoed Ji Smiao’s thick footsteps, Mo Yan could not help but cling to her.
After glancing at Ji Zhongshen, she went upstairs, and Mo Yan felt bad, but she was afraid that she would anger Ji Simiao even more.
Following Ji Simiao, she walked into the room and saw Ji Simiao sitting on the sofa with no expression on her face, but the chill radiating from her body was aggressive.
“Close the door.” The lips opened slightly, spitting out two stiff yet commanding words.
Mo Yan closed the door, and Mo Yan reacted. He had to file a divorce with himself. Why listen to him?
“Ji Simiao, what do you want to say? You have to get married and fire me. What else do you want to do to me?”
Mo Yan was unconvinced and ignored Ji Simiao’s angry flames and questioned.
Ji Simiao stood up fiercely, a few lunges came to Mo Yan, the deep pupil became darker, “You just said something to Ji Zhongshen?”
“What does it have to do with you?” Mo Yan stepped back timidly, being muttered and venting her grievances.
In a word, Ji Smiao said that if divorce is divorced, and if she is fired, she will be fired. I don’t know what I should do? Still come and ask yourself now?
“On the bed?” Ji Simiao leaned on the pole, looking down at the woman bound in his quilt by the chest, trying to resist, but did not dare to struggle.
When I heard this sentence, I felt humiliated for a while, and flushed her cheeks, Mo Yan pushed Ji Simiao, the flame in her heart, the wounded resentment, and her complex eyes staring at Ji Simiao.
“Some words, I’ll just say it once, get away-Ji Zhong stretches away!” Ji Simiao turned his back and made a fierce voice, every word with a nightmare-like trill.
Mo Yan looked at Ji Simiao’s back and shivered.
