He is a person who has always been very direct with people, either paying attention to them or ignoring them.
He hates anyone being scheming and scheming under his nose, and He Anyuan's clumsy behavior that day clearly touched his bottom line.
Therefore, even the last peace he had with He Anyuan - which was just being able to sit together in front of everyone, at a banquet - was broken!
He Anyuan held the wine glass and waited for a long time, but she didn't even get a turn of the head or a look from Yi Jian.
In fact, he didn't give her any reaction at all.
These days, every day, she is thinking about Yi Jian, thinking about their relationship, how it can go back to the past, she doesn't dare to see him, or even admit her mistake, but at this time... Look
When Yi Jian treated her like this, she felt... she was completely in despair... and all the remaining illusions were shattered.
A layer of mist gradually appeared in He Anyuan's eyes, and her heart felt bitter. She now regretted what she had done.
The gain outweighs the loss, that's all.
I thought that I could catch Zhongqing and harm Zhongqing, but now I can't harm others, but I have harmed myself instead.
But the eldest lady couldn't stand it and said with a smile: "Young Marshal, I brewed this wine myself, isn't it to your liking?"
Yi Jian frowned, raised his head lightly, looked at the eldest wife, and glanced at Zhongqing slightly from the corner of his eye, then turned his head and stared at the red wine in He Anyuan's hand for a while, and then stretched out his hand.
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I thought he was going to drink the wine in He Anyuan's hand, but who knew, Yi Jian took the wine glass directly, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
He Anyuan's face turned completely pale. There was a feeling of grievance and empty sadness in her heart. She could clearly see that the distance between her and him had been stretched to the farthest.
As the saying goes, it is as close as the end of the world.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little solid.
The eldest lady smiled but didn't know how to speak.
It had nothing to do with Zhongqing, not to mention that Zhongqing had no time to avoid Yi Jian, let alone move forward to talk.
Yi Jian's dark eyes were still calm, calm, with shocking beauty, as if nothing had happened.
