Feed the tiger with her

162. Old Dog X
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What Jian Zhiyan is most ashamed of and distressed about is that the person she loves is wronged for her.

Song Ange understood, "Don't blame yourself, Zhiyan, it's not your fault, it's Lu Yin, he's the one who caused so many things, he's the one who caused all the grievances, our grievances, your grievances, all made by him, to blame Just blame the old dog!"

Jian Zhiyan propped her hands forward a bit, and burst out laughing.

Tears turned into laughter, thanks to the cursing method to relieve anger.

"You're right." Jian Zhiyan took out her phone, "It's all Lu Yin's fault, that scum, I want to scold him!"

Can't wait for a moment, Jian Zhiyan really wants to swear at this moment, so she calls Lu Yin and is ready to swear.

There were bursts of blind tones on the phone, and everyone in the car seemed to be waiting.

beep-

The first call until it hangs up automatically.

Jian Zhiyan called again, but still no one answered.

Lu Yin's personal phone is turned on 24 hours a day. Even if he does not bring his mobile phone when he attends important meetings, the secretary will keep it for him.

Jian Zhiyan held up the phone, obviously dissatisfied with the situation.

"He didn't know that I was going to scold him, so he deliberately didn't answer it!"

Song Ange curled his lips, "It's possible. When you went to find him just now, even the security guards were dispatched. He must know now, and he also knows that you are going to scold him, so he just stopped answering the phone."

Jian Zhiyan didn't give up and started editing text messages.

Write wherever you think of, regardless of importance, illogical, even the words "Rotten man wishes you impotence soon".

Focus on an emotional vent.

But the other party still didn't move.

Jian Zhiyan didn't care, she cursed in words, and felt a little better in her heart.

"Almost forgot to call my brother."

Jian Zhiyan still remembered to report her safety, and called Jian Zhilei back. She didn't mention anything about what happened in Zhongjun Building, but said, "I'm with An Ge, and I didn't settle accounts with Lu Yin... ...don't worry, I won't see him in private again."

"……understood!"

Jian Zhilei asked Jian Zhiyan to prepare for the wedding with peace of mind and stop running around, and Jian Zhiyan fully agreed.

Good and soft.

Song Ange couldn't help laughing, "I'm getting married soon, bride, how do you feel?"

"It's hard to say."

Throwing the mobile phone on the center console, Jian Zhiyan leaned back into the seat, "I always thought that getting married should be a passionate thing, and the process of preparing for marriage should be like a chicken blood, happy and looking forward to it every day .”

"But now, I have been messed with by Lu Yin, and my life is full of fear, and I don't pay attention to it at all."

Song Ange concluded, "That's because you haven't found a sense of belonging in Han Yi yet."

"No!"

Jian Zhiyan strongly objected, "Han Yi is the kind of person I like. He is emotionally stable and doesn't need me to guess at all. He has all kinds of straight shots and all kinds of tolerance. Living with such a person is destined to go smoothly in the future."

"That's the kind of family life I want."

"I found what I wanted, how can I say I don't have a sense of belonging?"

Song Ange said one sentence, she said ten sentences.

Song Ange slowly turned the steering wheel and nodded, "Ok, you are right."

Besides this sentence, Song Ange didn't know what else to say.

She drove the car downstairs to Jian Zhiyan, "Okay, we're home."

"Gossip is flying around outside, the female celebrity stays obediently and doesn't run around, call Mr. Jian and Lawyer Song if you have anything to do, OK?"

Jane Zhiyan: "Yes."

Song Ange: "I didn't wear a coat, I drove your car back, and I will pay you back in a few days."

"Ah."

Jian Zhiyan didn't take it seriously, and turned around to unbuckle her seat belt.

Song Ange: "By the way, your wedding is just around the corner. It's too late to customize the wedding dress. I know that Vertwang's studio has beautiful ready-made clothes. When will I accompany you to see them?"

"it is good."

Jian Zhiyan pushed the door and got out of the car.

Song Ange: "Then shall we go this weekend?"

Jian Zhiyan glanced at Song Ange with the end of her eyes, "Then let's talk about it on the weekend."

Before closing the car door, Jian Zhiyan added another sentence, "You are so long-winded, you look more and more like my brother."

With a bang, the door closed.

Song Ange fell into deep self-doubt.

……

At night, Jian Zhiyan and Han Yi had a phone call. Today, the parents of both sides met, and the two made a message alignment.

The wedding date has been brought forward. I asked someone to watch it in the afternoon. At the end of this month, there are still 20 days left.

"Next Monday, Han's Pharmaceuticals and Golden King Group will announce their marriage to foreign officials. I hope everything goes well." Han Yi said.

Jian Zhiyan also thought so, "There are still 20 days, anyway, it will pass soon."

"Yan Yan."

Han Yi's tone softened, and he called her in repeated words, which made people's ears tingle.

"Studying for 20 days and exercising for 20 days, I feel that there is not enough time, but when I spend these 20 days waiting to marry you, I find that I am really impatient, and every minute is a torment."

"Yanyan, do you know where I can buy that kind of prop that can speed up time?"

Jian Yan smiled, praising the spirit of scientific researchers, "I don't have to sell it yet, you can invent one."

Han Yi also laughed, "Then I will invent a two-way adjustable one. Before we get married, time can be accelerated, and after marriage, time can be slowed down."

There is a romance of being in the center of you and doing nothing while the whole world is working towards you.

Jian Zhiyan made sure once again that she did not choose the wrong person.

The wild night chat lasted for a long time, until the phone became hot and the battery alarmed, and the two hung up the phone.

It's past midnight and it's a brand new day.

Before going to bed, Jian Zhiyan said silently in her heart that there were still nineteen days until the wedding, and she lay down and fell asleep with further satisfaction from the end.

However, a few hours later, she was woken up by her mobile phone, with a normal conditioned reflex, Jian Zhiyan suddenly sat up.

She was a little confused between the reality and the dream. She didn't know if the ringtone she heard just now really happened.

She brushed her long hair back habitually, did not turn on the light, and touched the phone in the dark.

Sure enough, there was a text message, not Jian Zhilei, not Han Yi, not Song Ange, not those names that reassure her, not even Yuan Xinyue.

"Lu Yin..." Jian Zhiyan seemed to have a premonition, her heart tightened.

【come back to me. 】

[Otherwise, this video will top the list of hot searches tomorrow.Give you 24 hours to consider. 】

Lu Yin followed closely and sent a video.

Jian Zhiyan hastily clicked on it, and as it played, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her breathing became short of breath.

It was recorded by the surveillance on the ship. She and Lu Yin, two bodies entwined, the collision of white and wheat, was in sync with the waves. Watching it late at night, you can feel the heat inside even more intuitively.

Lu Yin finally showed his cards.

The phone fell into the quilt, and Jian Zhiyan supported her head with one hand, completely in despair.

(End of this chapter)