When Zhuo Jian woke up, she was already lying on her big bed, but she had a splitting headache.
She got up and sat down, covering her forehead with her hands and rubbing it vigorously.
"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian heard a familiar voice and raised his eyes.
He sat in front of her wearing a clean white shirt.
She could even smell the cool scent on his body, and looked at his eyes gradually lowering, and his face quietly turned red.
What happened after last night suddenly came to mind.
Fu Yanye touched her head seriously, then pressed the back of her head toward him. Their foreheads were pressed against each other for a while, and he whispered: "It's a little hot, but it's not serious."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, only feeling the man's strong hormones surrounding her, almost suffocating her.
Fu Yanye noticed her excessive calmness and lowered his eyes to look at her: "What's wrong? Mrs. Fu."
When Zhuo Jian heard Mrs. Fu's three words, she immediately wanted to push him away.
Fu Yanye laughed, grabbed the back of her head and pressed her towards him: "Fool, we are husband and wife."
Who said they are no longer a couple?
Just last night, she was too proactive, right?
She didn't know whether she was drunk or not last night, but she still wanted to satisfy him.
"Zhuo Jian."
He couldn't hear her voice and called her softly.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian leaned on his shoulder and agreed softly.
"Never again."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him doubtfully.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her tenderly, "I will never make you sad again. You can record these words. If I dare to do something sorry for you after I regain my memory, you will confront me. I think
At least I’m not a person who breaks my word?”
"..."
Zhuo Jian listened to his words and suddenly didn't know what to say.
But what is the deep hatred between them?
Zhuo Jian leaned against his shoulder again and murmured: "My head hurts a little, I want to sleep some more."
"Shall I accompany you?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
Fu Yanye lay down with her again, and Zhuo Jian got into his broad arms.
Fu Yanye's cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit pants. He took it out, looked at it, and then smiled.
Zhuo Jian didn't feel sleepy at all, so she raised her eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"The man who calls himself Ruxiang spent the night with two gentlemen last night."
Fu Yanye said and put the phone in front of her.
Zhuo Jian saw the photo someone else sent him and was silent for a while. Then suddenly a picture emerged in his mind. Last night she...
Fu Yanye looked at her, raised his hand and gently touched her hair, praising: "Well done."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
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At the same time, in the Zhao family villa, Zhao Ran threw away his mobile phone and couldn't help but said to his brother who was drinking tea: "Zhuo Jian definitely did this."
"That is their grudge and has nothing to do with our Zhao family. Don't meddle in other people's business and concentrate on preparing for your marriage."
Zhao Lin reminded her attentively.
"I know, I'm getting married, and I have to send an invitation to Zhuo Jian. Thank you for letting me get married so quickly."
"You can send invitations, but there is no need to be weird. Seriously, Xiaoran, if you fall in love with your husband after getting married, can you accept him messing around with other women?"
"..."
Zhao Ran looked at his brother and couldn't help but frown.
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. People are different. Some people are so weak that they can only take a cup of water. What qualifications do we have to interfere with such people?"
Zhao Lin asked her again.
"Am I going to get married? I'm marrying someone who doesn't have a girlfriend, right? I'm not a mistress, am I?"
"No, my sister is a smart person and can control her own destiny."
Zhao Lin smiled, put down his tea cup and stood up, "I have to go to work, how about you?"
"I watched Lin Ruxiang being taken away with my own eyes last night."
Zhao Ran's heart was heavy. Last night, that woman must have been raped, right?
"That person is not Lin Ruxiang."
Zhao Lin reminded her.
Zhao Ran looked up at him: "Isn't it?"
"Even if Lin Ruxiang is still alive, a person who has had two heart transplants cannot be in that kind of physical condition."
"Then, who is she?"
"The answer will be revealed soon, just wait."
After Zhao Lin finished speaking, he left, but Zhao Ran sat there for a long time, lost in thought.
In fact, she also thought that it was not Lin Ruxiang, but the way that person spoke, he knew everything about Lin Ruxiang.
Zhao Ran suddenly found it very interesting that another Ruxiang who was not Lin Ruxiang came out.
This woman is here to torture Zhuo Jian, and that's fine too.
Anyway, she didn't like Zhuo Jian no matter what.
The phone with a pink phone case on the sofa rang, bringing Zhao Ran back to reality.
It had the words Lin Ruxiang written on it. She glanced at it and answered: "Hello?"
"What happened? How did I go with them last night?"
"I was drinking too much at the time, and I saw that you seemed to want to go out, and then you were taken out. Why don't you ask the other sisters what happened?"
"I......"
"You didn't really sleep with them as you said on the Internet, did you?"
"Zhao Ran, we have a common enemy and should be in the same trench."