Ji Yuting felt very aggrieved, "I didn't hide it, I really didn't..."
Shengge didn't plan to let him go, "Then you and Mu Zhining, don't you plan to explain it?"
"..."
this......
Can you tell the truth?
I said I'm afraid I'll get beaten when I get back to the hotel.
Ji Yuting remained silent and worked on himself mentally for a while before explaining:
"Because when I agreed to get engaged to her, the old man had passed away, so I no longer had to worry about this risk."
Shengge nodded thoughtfully, "You think the Feng family is already safe, so even if she marries in, she doesn't have to worry about Feng Yunian's death. After all, you still had her in your heart, right? When you divorced me
He was so determined that he got engaged to her not long after."
Her expression was calm and her voice was calm, but there was a bit of a cold aura lingering around her.
Ji Yuting: "..."
That incident was really hard to get over.
He was wrong.
"I don't like her, I have always liked you. I just didn't see my thoughts clearly and announced my engagement to her. It was she who braved the heavy rain and came to the villa late at night. She also talked about her life-saving kindness to me. After weighing it,
That’s why I agreed.”
"Wife..."
He spoke softly, grabbed Shengge's palm, and rubbed it gently.
It smells a bit coquettish.
Shengge withdrew her hand, walked a few steps forward, and arranged the two bouquets of white flowers on Feng Yunian's tombstone. She said coldly: "This is all the fault of Mr. Chen Sesame and rotten millet. It has nothing to do with me."
Ji Yuting leaned over, observed the expression on her profile, and asked softly: "Are you angry?"
"No."
"You do, your unhappiness is written all over your face."
Shengge didn't answer and slowly bowed three times towards Feng Yunian's tombstone, completely ignoring a man next to him who was feeling depressed.
Ji Yuting: "I was wrong. I know that Mu Zhining killed my wife many times before. Although she has paid the price and is no longer alive, I did defend her back then. If my wife is angry, she can vent her anger to me."
He grabbed Shengge's hand and put it on his face, as if he was taking revenge.
Shengge glanced at him and pretended to be serious: "I'm really angry."
"Then punish me, my wife. I am willing to submit to my wife's family rules for the rest of my life."
Shengge suppressed laughter and said, "Then I'll fine you fifty belts, do you accept it?"
"..."
Ji Yuting's jawline stiffened, his throat slid slightly, and he nodded, "Yes."
Seeing that he was looking forward to death, Shengge suppressed a smile, stepped closer, increased the weight, and whispered in his ear: "What if... I demand immediate punishment?"
"?"
Ji Yuting's always calm and calm attitude was about to collapse, "Now, now? Right here?"
Shengge stared at him seriously, not confirming, but not denying either. It didn't look like he was joking.
Ji Yuting held his breath and looked around the deserted cemetery. His usually deep black eyes felt confused for a moment.
Do you really want to be beaten in a place like this??
It’s too weird...
His handsome face turned pale, and he was secretly engaged in a psychological struggle, even his back was stiff.
Seeing that he was really thinking about this problem, Shengge smiled and said, "What a fool, let's go."
Putting her palm on his head and patting him gently, Shengge took his palm and pulled him away from Fangcheng Cemetery.
Ji Yuting lowered his eyes and looked at her soft little hands that were tightly clasped with his.
He even took the initiative to lead him. It seemed that he was no longer angry and was deliberately trying to blackmail him.
He bent down forcefully, put his arms through Shengge's knees, and lifted her up firmly.