Feed the tiger with her

Chapter 199 is Saying Goodbye

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Lin Zhengxiong's guards looked at each other.

Get rid of it, she is in her own room, tell her to close the door, but the smell of perfume is really not good for pregnant women.

Not knowing how to deal with it, Jian Zhiyan squatted on the ground and began to clean up, talking while cleaning up.

"It'll be fine soon."

The guards were struggling when they heard the sound of glass shattering in this room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scolding.

"fraud!"

"How many years have passed, you are a liar!"

"...Now come to my son's wedding, what do you want to do, don't think I don't know... There is no way for my daughter to recognize you!"

"...Isn't it difficult for me and my daughter?! How do you live every day in Jane's house? Do you think it's easy?!"

"Yes, congratulations, you got promoted and made a fortune, and you have a high position and power...that's all in exchange for crushing my youth..."

"Okay, you'd better do what you say, and don't appear in front of us again in the future!"

Bang!
Another water glass was violently killed, and a woman's most straightforward cruelty was injected into this quarrel.

If it was 80.00% sure before, then there is no 20.00% chance now.

There is no doubt that Lin Zhengxiong is her biological father.

But he just promised Ming Xihua that he won't show up again in the future...

With a "hiss", Jian Zhiyan came back to her senses and found that her thumb had been punctured by the glass.

The blood was oozing slightly, she shook her hand, and heard the voice on the other side get quieter, they were about to come out at any time.

Jian Zhiyan stood up, threw the debris into the trash can, walked out quickly, called the cleaning back, and walked face to face with Ming Xihua.

The mother's anger was still there, she might have cried, and her eyeliner was a little blurred.

She was startled when she saw Jian Zhiyan, her eyes dodged a little, "You didn't help out in front, why did you run back?"

"I'll help An Ge get his coat."

"Oh."

Ming Xihua glanced at the heavily guarded lounge door again.

Not to mention a sigh of relief, but her mood was very confused, she didn't have time to think about it, she tossed her hair, and was about to turn sideways, but couldn't hold back, and asked Jian Zhiyan again.

"You haven't met any messy people recently, have you?"

"No."

Ming Xihua: "That's right, with Lu Yin watching, people with ulterior motives can't get close to you."

She walked away slowly, returned to the arena, and transformed into the glamorous Ming Xihua again, accepting infinitely envious eyes.

On the day of the wedding, there are two sessions. In the morning, there is a formal ceremony, where high-ranking officials, dignitaries and close relatives and friends are entertained. In the evening, it becomes more casual.

By the swimming pool, playing discs, singing and dancing, with one climax after another.

Song Ange had already cut twelve cakes in a row, and everyone in the audience got one piece of cake. Holding a small plate, she found Jian Zhiyan in the corner.

"Why are you so quiet, don't you go up and sing a song and play?"

"After a day of quarreling, my head is so big that I can't play anymore."

Jian Zhiyan took the blueberry cake and made room for Song Ange to squeeze into the single sofa together.

"Me too, it's buzzing in my head now, laughing whenever I see people, it's become muscle memory."

Song Ange took off her high heels, and together with Jian Zhiyan, they hugged a pile of soft pillows, half lying and half leaning on them.

Jian Zhiyan looked around, "Why didn't you see my brother?"

"Assistant Liu came to call him away just now. He was in a hurry. It must be the company's business."

Song Ange is used to it, "The old man is too boring, he is a workaholic."

Jian Zhiyan swept her eyes, "My brother is boring, how did your son get it?"

"Haha," Song Ange patted his unobtrusive stomach, "Mr. Jian is not completely boring, but compared to Mr. Lu, he is still a bit worse."

Song Ange elbowed her, "Your family is famous for being good at playing."

As usual, when Song Ange said this, the two had to fight for three rounds on the spot, comparing the two men in a large-scale and multi-dimensional way.

But today, Jian Zhiyan just smiled lightly and poked the cream on the cake.

"What's the matter, are you so tired today?" Song Ange looked at her.

"well enough."

Song Ange stopped joking, "President Lu is not invited to the wedding, I thought your brother was just joking, but I didn't expect that President Lu really didn't come today... Tell your old baby for me, don't mind."

"Our family didn't feel sorry for Lu Yin, so you have nothing to be sorry for." Jian Zhiyan made it clear, "Whoever let Lu Yin bully me, my brother didn't want to see him, he asked for it."

Song Ange persuaded her: "You also said 'our family', Lu Yin will come into our house sooner or later, a family, why bother to make trouble."

Jian Zhiyan: "Who is with his family."

Song Ange resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

When she persuaded Jian Zhilei in the morning, he also said the same: Whoever is with the family surnamed Lu, it is not certain whether he can catch up with Yan Yan.

What a pair of stubborn brothers and sisters!

Persuasion did not work, Song Ange simply gave up.

It happened that a friend from the law firm came over and called Song Ange away.

In the dark corner, Jian Zhiyan was left alone.

She raised her hand and beckoned. The waiter held the tray and bent down. Jian Zhiyan sat without moving, picked up a glass of champagne casually, took a sip, looked past the band that was singing, and thought about the morning again.

Lin Zhengxiong had a high status. At the wedding, he only showed up for a few minutes, and he went on stage to send some blessings to the couple. After stepping off the stage, he didn't even return to the rest room, and left directly through the security passage.

It was Jian Zhilei who personally delivered it.

Jian Zhiyan only took a look through the surging heads.

Seemingly aware of it, Lin Zhengxiong also turned his head and looked in her direction.

In fact, I couldn't see the specific expression clearly, but Jian Zhiyan could clearly feel Lin Zhengxiong's emotions.

The last reluctance and nostalgia must always be let go, they each have their own way, it is inconvenient to recognize each other, this life can only go here.

He was saying goodbye to her.

Jian Zhiyan's forehead was pressed against the pillow, the angle was just right enough to cover her face, and the teardrops fell directly into the fabric from the eye sockets.

The light-colored fabric quickly stained a small piece.

But in the laughter, who would pay attention.

The party lasted until midnight and finally ended. Song Ange was pregnant, and Jian Zhiyan saw off her guests. Taking this opportunity, many men came to strike up a conversation with her, and some asked for autographs and photos.

They were all friends, Jian Zhiyan was satisfied with each one, and stood at the entrance of the hotel to see off the last wave of guests.

She took the shawl Xiao Zhao sent over.

"Then sister Yan, I'm leaving too."

"Okay, slow down on the road."

The Jian family was generous and prepared a luxury car for each guest. Watching Xiao Zhao leave in the car, Jian Zhiyan stood on the street for a while.

The lights were dimmed, the bustle ended, and the sense of loneliness after the banquet was particularly strong.

Until her gaze stopped and she saw the person across the road.

(End of this chapter)