Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Ji Liangchuan's eyes stared at the way they snuggled together, not to mention how happy they were.

How dare you betray him?

The shooting time was just a month ago?

Ji Yelin didn't say anything. He looked straight at the change of his son's facial expression.

He still had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't know what Ji Liangchuan thought.

Ji Liangchuan forced himself to calm down quickly, and his stiff fingers slowly loosened.

"Go back to bed early."

Ji Liangchuan left without looking back, holding the photo. The car left like an arrow.

Ji Yelin sighed and looked at the empty door.

The servant quickly gave what she heard to Ye Liya.

Ye Liya knew that Ji Yelin loved Ji Liangchuan from beginning to end.

Even if Ji Liangchuan doesn't give Ji Yelin a good look, he will paste it upside down.

A man was sulking in the bedroom, and the servant soon left.

Ji Yelin watched his son disappear at the door. He didn't take back his sight until the car left.

"Sir, sir, gone. You can't stay up late or get angry. " The housekeeper warned.

"Well, you go and have a rest first. Madam, have you been to any special place these days? " Ji Yelin suddenly remembered and asked the housekeeper.

The housekeeper thought.

"My wife usually socializes normally, and there is nothing special. You... "

"My wife's whereabouts are reported to me regularly."

"Yes, sir. But one thing is strange. My wife used to go out a lot.

Since March, my wife's travel has been followed by servants and bodyguards I sent.

Madam may have found out, sir, and... "

"Keep following."

"Yes."

Ji Yilin held everyone back and leaned on the sofa alone. He looked like he was asleep.

Only orange wall lamps were left in the hall, and ye Liya couldn't wait for her husband to come back.

It was estimated that Ji Liangchuan should have left. She couldn't help but be curious. She hid behind the column and looked at the men in the hall.

Forget it, let him go, turn around and call Ji liangran.

Night, very dark.

When Ji Liangchuan returned to LANWAN, housekeeper yuan waited at the door.

"You're back, sir." Housekeeper yuan keenly caught the chill from his husband.

What happened?

"Where's madam?"

"Rest."

Ji Liangchuan raised his feet and went upstairs. Housekeeper Yuan went to rest silently.

Rest?

Ji Liangchuan stood at the bedroom door, his outstretched hand retracted again.

Listen carefully. There is the sound of TV in it.

Click.

The door opened.

Nangong Yue was delighted to see Ji Liangchuan standing at the door.

But it's chilly.

"Husband, you're back." Nangong Yue turned down the volume, stood up and happily came to Ji Liangchuan and looked into his eyes.

Pop!

Several printed photos were thrown on Nangong Yue's face. When Nangong Yue saw the photos, his face turned white and his body was cold.

"Husband... Listen to me. These photos are really not me. They are Nangong Yue's former boyfriend. She... She has a hobby that she takes photos every time she breaks up, so... There are few children!"

"Not you? Your photos ferment wantonly on all platforms of social software? " Ji Liangchuan pressed step by step.

Nangong Yue had no way back and leaned against the dresser.

Ji Liangchuan's eyes are really terrible. The torn eyes, like ice dregs in the cold winter and December, frostbite Nangong Yue who pretends to be calm.

"The consequence of cheating me is that you die."

"I didn't, I didn't... I don't believe you to check, really, my sister Nangong Yue.

You are the only one in my heart. I will never betray you, our feelings and family. " Nangong Yue vowed to die and shook his head like a rattle.