Priceless Sweetheart Boss's New Wife

"Jennie!"

Zhou Yucheng, wrapped in a quilt, chases her to the door of her bedroom. Jennie has already hurried downstairs and ran out of the door.

Zhou Yucheng's clothes are not neat. He can't catch up with her any more. He can only stand at the entrance of the stairs and watch Jennie's back moving away from the window.

"I've been waiting for so long, and finally I'll wait for her..." He looked at Jennie's direction of departure and murmured.

The voice is gentle, with painful sadness.

Yan Xiaohui looked at him immersed in the sunlight, angular side face, that pair of dark eyes bottom of the faint dye melancholy, stirred her heart has been buried in the depths of a string.

She slowly raised her hand, trying to smooth the sadness on his face.

But without waiting for her hand to touch him, a low roar exploded in her ear.

"Because of you! You go for me! "

Yan Xiaohui is a Leng Shen, looking at the man with angry face in front of her, her heart gives birth to a sound.

"Yucheng, what are you and I angry about?"

Yan Xiaohui is also very aggrieved.

What did she do wrong?

Why does Zhou Yucheng look at her like an enemy, but she gives all her tenderness to Jennie.

Is it that they are like this today, or she can't do it?

"Because of you, she came to see me! Why are you in my room, returning me and me... " Zhou Yucheng looked at the quilt he was still wrapped in, and his face turned blue with chagrin.

"There is nothing between us! Just explain it to her. Are you making such a fuss? " Yan Xiaohui cried out.

"When it comes to Jennie, you're like a headless fly! She is your goddess and treasure, but don't go too far! "

"She's not the only one around you! Don't end up being a loner. You don't even have a friend around you, and she may not be moved by you! "

"In the end, poor man, you are the only one!"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear it. Shut up!" Zhou Yucheng breathed heavily.

"Why do I shut up! I'm talking about the truth! You drank so much last night, I took care of you all night, I slept by your bed I didn't know how I got to bed! "

"I take good care of you, you not only don't thank me, but also..." Yan Xiaohui's tears fell down and she sniffed. "What did your Jennie do for you? When she delivers breakfast to you once, you will be happy as if you have got something precious. I deliver breakfast to you for so many days. When you are in the police station, I worry about you every day and run to find evidence for you. Did you say thank you to me

"And what did Jennie do for you?"

Yan Xiaohui said more and more wronged, tears can't help falling down.

Zhou Yucheng also knows that he just went too far.

But Jennie is the only one in his eye.

No matter how much others pay for him, he can only see Jennie in his eyes.

He is such a persistent and stubborn person.

Even if Jennie is indifferent to him, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, his eyes are only Jennie.

"I'm sorry, I was just so excited." He vaguely said sorry, then slammed the door back to the bedroom.

Yan Xiaohui's lips trembled with tears.

But Zhou Yucheng didn't give her any more comfort. She didn't even pay attention to her.

Don't want to continue to ask for no fun, bitterly left, to find Jennie to explain.

But she didn't see Jennie.

I couldn't get through the phone, I didn't return the text messages, and I didn't see anyone at Du's.

Yan Xiaohui had to wait for Jennie outside Du's house.

When it was noon, it was finally the man.

Yan Xiaohui rushed up to explain that nothing happened between her and Zhou Yucheng last night, just a misunderstanding.

Du Zitong quietly listened to the anxious explanation of the words, and her calm expression couldn't show her happiness and anger.

Not far away in the garden, a man Gao Jun's figure looms.

He originally came to find Du Zitong. Seeing that someone was pulling Du Zitong to talk, he had to keep hiding behind the trees and didn't show up. He listened to them carefully. When Yan Xiaohui said that she had not betrayed Du Zitong and would not do anything to hurt Du Zitong, the man's hand slowly became a fist.