He would only laugh happily, because the more pain he caused her, the happier he would be.
As soon as Lin Jiyue walked into the bedroom, her eyes went dark. Suddenly, she fell down just as she held on to the corner.
Her consciousness has been blurred... It's okay, so she doesn't have to hurt anymore. It's just a short while, so she can take a breath.
When she woke up the next day, she was still sleeping on the ground. She laughed to herself. This time, she was unconscious for so long. Suddenly, she thought, even if she died here last night, no one would notice.
.
Lin Jiyue got up, her head still a little dizzy. She knew clearly that she was sick. As for what kind of illness, she didn't know yet.
Looking at the person in the mirror, her eyes had swollen a lot, but she still looked a little swollen, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and her hair was disheveled. At this moment, no one would refute her if she was said to be a lunatic.
Compared to Murong Jing's dignity and beauty, I can only be considered a clown.
After walking into the bathroom and taking a shower, Lin Jiyue changed her clothes. In order not to worry Zhuang Weihan, she put on a little makeup. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. After polishing it with makeup, she looked much more energetic and her complexion also improved.
good.
Then she smiled bitterly. When did she exclude Zhuang Licheng? Just now, she only thought about not worrying about Zhuang Weihan, but she didn't take Zhuang Licheng into consideration.
He wouldn't worry about himself at all.
Going downstairs, Zhuang Weihan and Su Peiqin were there. Zhuang Licheng and Murong Jing didn't see them. Could it be that they were too tired last night...
Maybe she is thinking wildly, I hope she is thinking wildly, but her heart is so uncertain.
Lin Jiyue laughed at her self-inflicted troubles. She cried **** last night. Haven't you cried enough? Her eyes started to feel sore again. She shed too many tears in the past few days, more than when her father died.
Much.
"Yueyue, you're up." Zhuang Weihan saw her, put down the newspaper and greeted her.
Su Peiqin raised her eyes and glanced at her lazily, then lowered her eyes.
Lin Jiyue walked over, found a seat and sat down.
The servants began to serve the meal...
Under the gaze of various eyes, Lin Jiyue finished her meal uneasily and was about to leave when she heard footsteps going downstairs.
I couldn't help but look back. Zhuang Licheng and Murong Jing were walking side by side. Murong Jing had a sweet smile on her face and secretly looked at Zhuang Licheng as they walked.
Zhuang Licheng had no expression. In fact, he had always looked cold.
However, you only need to look at Murong Jing to know that last night they...
Lin Jiyue's heart ached, but she still pretended not to care.
"Uncle Zhuang, Auntie, Xiaoyue, good morning!"
At this moment, Murong Jing looks really polite, well-educated, and beautiful.
Zhuang Weihan nodded towards her, and Su Peiqin warmly greeted her to sit down. The two chatted familiarly about home affairs, as if they were the prospective mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Zhuang Weihan also asked Zhuang Licheng some company matters.
For a moment, the most embarrassed person at the entire table was Lin Jiyue.
She only felt that she was an outsider and so out of tune with the Zhuang family.
"Uncle Zhuang, I want to go out today." Lin Jiyue wanted to run away at this moment, so she ran away immediately. Looking at them, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.