"If you try other men, maybe you won't be able to let go of the man who is about to become your ex-husband."
"..."
Do they think that love will change just by sleeping with another person?
Zhuo Jian stared at him. Although this kind of Zhuang Mingli was the real Zhuang Mingli, she felt that it was unnecessary.
Zhuang Mingli suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Don't move."
Zhuo Jian did not move, and his hand was slightly placed on Zhuo Jian's lower waist.
Looking from Wang Rui's side, it looks like they are kissing.
Actually not.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating very fast. This sudden approach of a stranger was like an invasion, making her want to run away.
But he spoke in her ear, "Someone is taking photos. It looks like a private detective."
"..."
He started to say that Zhuo Jian thought it was Wang Rui, but when she heard the words private detective, she was a little confused.
"Master Zhuang, please let go of our young lady."
Soon a familiar voice sounded from their side.
Zhuang Mingli let go of her waist, and the hand that touched her waist was immediately put back into his pocket but he was holding it tightly. He wanted her warmth to stay for a little longer. That kind of tenderness was something he had never felt before.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wang Rui on one side. There were three people beside Wang Rui.
Zhuang Mingli stepped back three steps away, looked at Zhuo Jian's confused look, and asked Wang Rui with a smile: "Why isn't Brother Rui the only one today?"
"We have to ensure the safety of the young lady."
"Oh? Are you sure you don't want to make sure the young lady doesn't sleep with me?"
Zhuang Ming sneered.
"Madam, it's cold at the seaside, so you'd better go back to the city as soon as possible."
Wang Rui reminded her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, then thought of the private detective Zhuang Mingli said, turned her head and looked diagonally opposite. A black BMW just left, and she only saw the parking space.
She squinted unconsciously, and she couldn't see the license plate number clearly.
On the cigarette in Zhuo Jian's hand, a piece of ash suddenly fell on her hand. She shook it before she could speak to him, and then looked down at her hand.
It was the finger where the ring was worn, and the place where the ring was worn, that was burned.
It was almost nine o'clock when she went back. She and Zhuang Mingli went to the hotel to meet the lawyer and talked with her before going back to Shengyuan.
She is actually a little afraid of his presence, but sometimes people are like this, they are afraid of whatever they want.
He's downstairs.
Wearing a simple casual coat, he stood tall and straight.
When she got off the car, he stared at her at the door.
He probably just took a shower and his hair was not dry yet.
Zhuo Jian walked over and found that he was staring at her, which made her panic.
When I met with the lawyer tonight, she said some unfavorable things to him.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything when he saw her approaching. She walked around him and walked in, so he turned around and followed her.
She had smoked cigarettes and drank wine, and she did not have the clean and fragrant smell she usually had, as he quickly discovered at a step away.
The two of them walked inside, and after entering the elevator, they each stood aside, as if they were opposites.
The elevator went up at the slowest speed ever.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang. She took it out of her bag, looked at it, and then answered the call, "We're home. Are you drunk? You're talking nonsense. Hang up."
Fu Yanye didn't move until she hung up the phone, until he felt like she was blushing.
Fu Yanye stared at her. Within five seconds, he couldn't calm down anymore. He stepped forward with his long legs and was in front of her in an instant.
Zhuo Jian retreated out of fear and stood directly against the ladder wall, looking up at him.
But his hands were already at her ears, and his eyes were threatening her with an aura of dominance, "What good things did you do today?"
