"Let her go." Ji Moxuan looked at Nimo Lan's hand held by Li Fuyuan and said coldly.
Li Fuyuan chuckled: "If you are just saying it symbolically, then I advise you not to say it, because I am not like you. I will never give in to what I like. Even if the other party is not willing, I will take it."
In hand."
"Let go." Without waiting for Ji Moxuan to speak, Nimolan shook off Li Fuyuan's hand and left alone.
Ji Moxuan wanted to chase him, but Tian Xue grabbed his arm. Li Fuyuan turned his face sideways and did not chase after him. His eyes were bottomless and he suppressed his emotions.
Nimolan ran straight outside the banquet. It was still the coldest month of winter. She was wearing a thin dress and chased after the reporter who took the photo.
She watched the reporter get into a small car. She didn't care much, took off her shoes and chased after him. The guard happened to stop the car. She stepped forward and shouted: "Help, they are reporters and they took the photos! They can't be leaked out."
!”
When the guard heard this, he immediately snatched the cameras from the reporters, pulled out the memory card, and checked the machine. Nimolan stepped forward and took the camera. He saw Tianxue and Ji Moxuan intimately together, and there was another burst of excitement.
The pain made her whole body unable to stand up straight.
"Miss, your foot is injured," the doorman reminded.
Only then did Nimolan realize that there was another bloody cut on his foot, which was the same foot that had been injured before! After listening to his secretary's report about what happened at the entrance of the banquet, Li Fuyuan stood up with a serious expression.
On the second floor of the banquet hall, Nimo Lan was cleaning the wounds on his feet when he coldly opened the door and came in.
"Lengran?"
"Are you surprised? The Leng family and the Li family are very close business partners." Leng Ran sat next to Nimolan. "When I first arrived, I heard someone talking about the story of a girl who chased a reporter's car. After thinking about it,
, my intuition tells me that that girl is you."
"Help me get the bandage." Nimo Lan did not comment on Leng Ran's words, but just pointed to the bandage in the distance.
Leng Ran shrugged: "It's still so boring." Although he said this, the movements of his hands did not stop. He took the bandage and tied Nimo Lan's wound.
outside the door.
Li Fuyuan put his hand on the doorknob and listened carefully to the sounds inside.
Leng Ran lowered his eyebrows: "What's going on between you and Ji Moxuan, can you tell me?"
"He and I are very good, thank you for your concern." Nimo Lan replied.
Leng Ran sternly said: "Tell me, how many times have you been injured? Because of him, don't you think you have suffered enough?", "This is not what a friend should say," Nimolan frowned,
"Do you want him to be in danger? I am his wife, and I am willing to get hurt for him. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I hope he and Tianxue are together." Leng Ran's words sent Nimolan into hell.
She put on a weak smile: "It seems that I may have made a mistake. You are indeed his friend, so you support him and Tianxue to be together. Don't worry, I promised him that I will leave him in one year, so
There’s only one year left.”
"What? You promised to leave him in a year?" Leng Ran was completely shocked. He didn't expect that Nimolan and Ji Moxuan had already scheduled a time to separate.
Nimo Lan nodded and said bitterly: "I begged him to give me one year. I want to use this year to find what I really want. Since marrying into the Balik family, my life has been
It’s a mess, I want to find myself during this period of time. So, Leng Ran, I don’t have much time to stay with Mo Xuan. Do you understand?”
"You want to spend this year exhausting your feelings for this marriage, right?" Leng Ran seemed to understand something.
Nimo Lan nodded and said softly "Yes".
Li Fuyuan released his hand from the handle and turned back to the VIP lounge.
Tianxue was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, while Ji Moxuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out, his eyes out of focus.
Li Fuyuan came in directly and said to Tianxue: "Tianxue, several people outside that you have been clamoring for me to introduce to you have arrived. You can go and meet them now."
After Tianxue left, Ji Moxuan and Li Fuyuan were the only two people in the room.
As smart as Ji Moxuan, how could he not know that Li Fuyuan asked Tianxue to leave just because he wanted to talk to him alone. So he didn't turn around and asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Is it true that you and Mo Lan will be separated in one year?" Li Fuyuan asked.
When Ji Moxuan heard this, he immediately took off his mask of indifference and turned around suddenly: "Who said that?"
"Nemo blue."
"You're kidding, I didn't promise to let her go after one year. Don't even think about it!" Ji Moxuan's tone was urgent.
Li Fuyuan frowned: "I heard it clearly. That's what she said to Leng Ran. If you don't believe it, you can ask Leng Ran for confirmation. I'm not distinguishing the true from the false. I want to warn you. I will definitely
I will wait for Nemolan for a year, and when you are separated, I will be with her."
Tell me, Li Fuyuan opened the door and left.
As a result, as soon as the door opened, Tianxue's face appeared in front of Li Fuyuan.
Li Fuyuan turned his head and looked at Ji Moxuan not far away with his peripheral vision. He then gave Tianxue a cold and contemptuous look and walked into the crowd.
Tianxue walked into the house and locked the door: "You haven't fallen in love with Nimolan, have you? Within one year, you have to let her go, or you can let her go."
"We'll talk about it later!" Ji Moxuan seemed to have thought of something and rushed out of the house.
Passing by the hall, he attracted the attention of many people. He happened to look up and saw Leng Ran helping Nimolan leave from the stairs behind the second floor. Ji Moxuan hurriedly chased after him.
Leng Rang helped Nimolan into the car and was about to get in the car to take her back to the manor, but Ji Moxuan grabbed the car door. Ji Moxuan patted Leng Ran on the shoulder: "Leave it to me."
Nimolan didn't say a word all the way. She didn't know what to say. Why should she complain? No, she had no right to complain. It was she who brought it upon herself to become the hostess of Balik Manor. It was also because she was not firm and unyielding.
She hesitantly fell in love with Ji Moxuan. She had nothing to complain about, but he should resent herself. How could an unfortunate marriage make up for the pain of her parents dying just to see her?
When they arrived at the manor, Ji Moxuan did not go back to the main house, but drove directly to the small villa where they had just gotten married. He took her out of the car, turned on the lights of the villa, and put her on the sofa.
Then he took out the tie and tied her hands above her head.
Nimolan was stunned and suddenly panicked: "What to do?"
"What to do? No need to ask. It's not like we haven't done it before. This time, we just moved to a warmer place. This is our new wedding house." Ji Moxuan said, gently untying Nimolan's hand.
open.
Nimolan blushed with anxiety: "Let me go, don't be like this, if you have something to say, please say it!"
"How do you want me to talk to you properly? You still promised me to forget Li Fuyuan by paying me for one year, but it turned out that you will leave me after one year. How do you want me to talk to you properly?" Ji Moxuan
He said this on purpose, and vaguely, he already knew that the "one-year agreement" the two of them were referring to that day was an out-and-out misunderstanding.
However, Nimolan couldn't react. She was completely unaware of it. She still thought that the "one year" mentioned by Ji Moxuan meant that he would give her one more year before sending her away.
Ji Moxuan suddenly became happy. He hugged Nimolan's waist, wrapped her in his arms, and said silently: "Fool, you misunderstood me. My one-year agreement means that you will spend one year sorting out your relationship with me."
Li Fuyuan's feelings are not asking you to leave me after one year."
"What?" Nimolan was completely surprised this time.
The scene of their conversation that day kept appearing in my mind - "I'm sorry, I shouldn't scold you. But now I just hope you can sort it out. If you need time, I can give you time."
——"Yes, I will give you time to sort out and sort out your feelings. How long do you need?"
——"Is one year enough? This is my upper limit. It can't be more. It's up to you."
The memories gradually became clearer and clearer, and a great sense of powerlessness filled Nimo Lan's heart, and at the same time a kind of joy arose spontaneously.
She couldn't help but ask: "You mean... the year you mentioned refers to the time I spent forgetting other men, right?"
Ji Moxuan nodded and kissed Nimolan's lips: "Yes, of course. Is it possible that I will let you forget me for a year?"
"I really thought you wanted me to forget you before you gave me a year!" Nimolan said quickly.
"Don't think about what you said that day." Ji Moxuan said with a smile, deliberately imitating Nimo Lan's tone, repeating Nimo Lan's words that day - "I know, I know. Didn't we agree
No, we will only be husband and wife in name only."
Ji Moxuan said with a straight face: "Molan, listen carefully, we are no longer a couple in name only. We have the reality of being a couple, and we must also have the feeling of a husband and wife."
Nimolan's heart was beating wildly.
Ji Moxuan continued: "You will be my woman from now on, do you understand? There is no one-year appointment."
"you……"
"Me what?"
Nimolan originally wanted to ask, "Are you confessing your love?", but then she didn't ask anything because she knew that he was an unstable person. He might be affectionate at one moment, but he might be affectionate the next.
Maybe it was as cold as winter. All his so-called affection was given to Tianxue, and his so-called "my woman" was just a man's possessive desire, which had nothing to do with whether he loved her or not.
So, don't be stupid, Nimolan, don't ask too much, just lie to yourself for the time being, lie to yourself that he loves you, lie to yourself that maybe you two will have a future.
So she said: "It's nothing, it's really nothing..."
Ji Moxuan blinked, thinking that Nimolan's desire to speak was not a sign of shyness.