I really don't want a second marriage

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Her voice was deliberately low to prevent Han Xue's tryst in front from being heard.

The thin lips of the night court are bent and opened gently.

"Scared?"

Shen Jiamu glanced at Han Xueyou in front of him.

Today, she is wearing a red skirt. The shape of the skirt outlines her figure very well. Xueyou's figure has always been very good, protruding from front to back. Is yetingchen interested in it?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu clenched his fist, clenched his lips and said, "you know she's my friend. Why did you promise to go to breakfast with us? What's your intention?"

"Second marriage girl, you don't seem to understand the situation." night Tingchen sneered, with a sarcastic tone. "It was your friend who invited me. Even if it was ill intentioned, it was your friend who was ill intentioned towards me."

Shen Jiamu: "

That makes sense. She can't refute it!

incorrect! Xueyou is not such a person!

"Don't talk nonsense there. Xueyou just saw that you came out and asked you politely. Who knows you will really promise?" anyway, Shen Jiamu firmly won't believe Han Xueyou's plot against yetingchen.

Indeed, despite his disability, yetingchen is really an excellent man, but after all, he has the name of husband and wife with her. Xueyou can't have any ideas about him.

She believes in Xueyou's character!

"Oh, naive." yetingchen found that the woman was too brainy to argue with her again.

Although Shen Jiamu was angry, he still had to push yetingchen into the elevator and reluctantly press the close button.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand reached into the middle of the door, causing the elevator door to open again.

Shen Jiamu looked up and saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.

Night Lin Han smiled modestly and politely, and his warm eyes flashed over her, night Tingchen and Han Xueyou, "coincidentally, I met you so early."

"Elder brother ye?" Han Xueyou saw the cold night, so he quickly turned sideways and said, "come in."

"Thank you."

Night Lin Han smiled at her, then walked in with straight legs and stood beside night Tingchen, "sister-in-law, Tingchen, why is it so early today?"

Shen Jiamu's lips moved. As soon as she wanted to explain, Han Xueyou asked, "we're going out for breakfast. Brother ye, do you want to come with us?"

"Have breakfast together? That's a good idea." night Linhan smiled and nodded gentlemanly: "since Miss Han invited me, I'd better obey my orders."

Shen Jiamu was a little ashamed, but at the same time he was relieved.

If ye Linghan goes together, ye Tingchen... Shouldn't do anything?

"Sister-in-law doesn't look very well. Pay more attention to your body." night Linghan suddenly looked at Shen Jiamu and said.

Shen Jiamu's face slightly changed. Facing the cold and gentle eyes of the night, he nodded blankly, and then lowered his eyes.

Yetingchen's eldest brother seems to care too much about her. Although these are just decent words, he is a kind of trouble for Shen Jiamu.

Because yetingchen will misunderstand her.

"Tingchen, how's your leg recently? Has the old injury recurred?" night Linhan cared about Shen Jiamu and began to ask about Tingchen's injury again.

Night Tingchen pursed his lips, and his breath was cold.

"No."

Compared with the cold tenderness at night, yetingchen was really cold, Shen Jiamu thought.

Han Xueyou doesn't think so. She thinks that night Linghan is a very gentle person. Falling in love with such a man will be very happy, because he will take good care of his girlfriend and everything.

But Han Xueyou couldn't help looking at yetingchen.

I always feel that such a man makes people have the desire to conquer. Although his breath is very cold and cold, and his handsome face says that strangers should not be close, that's why... Han Xueyou feels it.

This kind of man is very cold when he doesn't love you.

But once he falls in love with you, he will become as enthusiastic as fire, which can not be compared with the tenderness of cold night.

Thinking of this, the edge in Han Xueyou's eyes is more firm.

The four people had different thoughts and soon got out of the elevator. After leaving the night home, Han Xueyou went to drive. Her original intention was to let yetingchen meet his car, but she ignored yetingchen's wheelchair.

It's inconvenient for yetingchen's wheelchair to get into her car. Fortunately, Xiao Su came at this time, so yetingchen returned to his car and asked Shen Jiamu to push him past.

After they left, Han Xueyou looked at yetingchen's back and was a little disappointed.

"Miss Han, take my car if you don't mind?"

Han Xueyou returned to his senses and looked at the cold night with a warm smile on his side. He hooked his lips and shook his head: "no, I have a car. Let's all drive by ourselves. It's also convenient to go to work later."

The cold night thought and nodded, "HMM."

Here, after pushing yetingchen on the bus, Shen Jiamu found a place to sit down. Then she saw that Han Xueyou and yelinghan both drove and left, so she looked more.

"Want to take the cold car at night?" yetingchen suddenly asked in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Shen Jiamu returned to his senses and looked at him suspiciously.

Night Tingchen raised his eyes and stared at her with a sarcastic smile.

"I guessed wrong? You're not the one who flirted with him in the elevator?"

Flirting? When did she flirt with the cold night? Shen Jiamu flew into a rage, "don't wrong people!"

"Oh, it's a clever way to let big brother boo you so much."

Shen Jiamu: "

She clenched her teeth, silently tightened her hands on both sides, and the joints on her fingers were slightly white.

"It's just a question. Do you have to misunderstand others so that you can be happy?" Shen Jiamu bit his lower lip and looked at yetingchen's indifferent eyes fearlessly.

Night Tingchen's eyes fell on her face. He was about to say something, but Shen Jiamu suddenly released his hand and turned his head.

"Say whatever you like. If you think so, think so."

She didn't want to defend any more. Anyway, yetingchen's view of her would not change.

forget it.

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu looked out of the window at the scene of constantly brushing the past, with some sadness in his heart.

Marry to the night house, perhaps it is a sorrow.

Thinking of Shen's mother treating herself that night, Shen Jiamu's breath suddenly fell down and filled the whole carriage.

This feeling of depression was particularly obvious. Yetingchen felt it very quickly. He gave a meal between his slender fingers. His eyes looked at Shen Jiamu looking out of the window and said that her two words had become so low. Was it really that he misunderstood her?

But why does the cold night care so much about a woman?

If she didn't do anything, or gave some reaction hints, would the cold night be like this?

Who can I show you now?

A woman who can squeeze out her sister in order to get married at night can't be any better.