Shencheng, Intercontinental Hotel.

p.m，10:30。

Yan Ziqi comfortably leaned on the bed and swiped her mobile phone, in the quiet air, the sound of dripping water from the bathroom next to her was very clear, and her boyfriend Ji Hangcheng was taking a bath inside.

"Drop~"

Suddenly, a crisp prompt sound came from Ji Hangcheng's mobile phone on the TV stand.

At first, Yan Ziqi didn't care, she lowered her head and continued to do her own thing.

After a while, the prompt sound came again, this time the frequency was a little high, and Yan Ziqi's first reaction was that the person on the other end of the phone should be in a hurry to find Ji Hangcheng.

Immediately, she shouted in the direction of the bathroom, "Ji Hangcheng, the phone is ringing." ”

“...”

"Ji Hangcheng?"

She screamed again but no one answered, and the mobile phone on the other side rang like a bomber, which made her brain hurt.

Yan Ziqi pursed his lips, put down his mobile phone, lifted the futon and got out of bed.

She walked to the TV cabinet and was about to pick up her mobile phone and send it to Ji Hangcheng.

At the moment when the fingertip was about to touch the phone, a WeChat prompt suddenly popped up on the screen.

Yan Ziqi glanced at it, and a sentence jumped into his eyes.

[Husband, can you come and stay with me tonight? ]

“...”

Yan Ziqi stared at the mobile phone screen, it was difficult for her to describe her mood at this time, and she felt like her heart was burned by a ball of arrogance.

Then the screen rang again, and the ambiguous information jumped out immediately.

[Brother Hangcheng, the baby misses you.] ]

Yan Ziqi bit her lip, she tried her best to contain her emotions, trying to calm herself down.

A few seconds later, she unlocked Ji Hangcheng's mobile phone, her eyes staring at the screen became more and more moist, and tears fell down her eyes.

Yan Ziqi's knuckles holding the mobile phone gradually tightened, and the cyan blood vessels on the back of his hand were clear.

"Not many people make it out of their boyfriend's phone alive. ”

At that time, this sentence kept hovering in her mind.

Yan Ziqi had always known that Ji Hangcheng was a flower, but she thought it was just before they confirmed their relationship.

She looked at the information in the WeChat dialog box, and her apricot face and peach cheeks turned pale and pale, followed by helplessness and sadness like facing the abyss.

The first thought that came to her mind was to rush into the bathroom and question Ji Hangcheng, but after thinking about it for a while, she still gave up the idea.

WeChat is still ringing, and messages are still being sent.

Yan Ziqi stared at the screen, his chest rising and falling sharply.

No, she had to do something.

She suppressed the anger in her heart, took a deep breath, reached out and patted her smooth and white forehead, and let out a long breath.

At that time, a plan suddenly came to her heart.

Yan Ziqi raised his eyebrows, a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, and his nimble fingers jumped on the screen.

She used Ji Hangcheng's WeChat to build a group, and then pulled all the women who sent ambiguous messages in, and soon, the group was built.

"One, two, three..."

Yan Ziqi carefully counted the number of people in the group, and while she counted on her lips, she scolded in her heart: Cao, this man's kidney is really good.

A few seconds later, the swarm exploded.

[Brother, what kind of group is this?]

[Yes, Brother Cheng, who are they?]

[Husband, where are you?]

[...]

Countless messages bounce out...

When the information in the group was almost posted, Yan Ziqi used Ji Hangcheng's WeChat account to send three or four intimate photos of him and himself to the group.

And attached the message: [This son already has the master, the girlfriend of the main palace!, wait for the pheasant to retreat!]

After posting this sentence, it was as if a bomb had been dropped in the group.

Yan Ziqi stared at those messages, and in an instant, the haze in her heart was swept away, and she laughed so much that people turned their backs.

Sure enough, the swarm exploded again...

[Ji Hangcheng, you bastard!]

[Brother, why are you doing this to me?]

[No, I'm Ji Hangcheng's girlfriend.] ]

[Liar, fake, it's a P picture, I don't believe it, I'm Brother Cheng's girlfriend.] ]

[...]

Yan Ziqi stared at the screen intently, shrugged his shoulders and laughed out of a pig cry.

"Smack~"

With a crisp sound, Yan Ziqi suddenly felt a tingling in the back of his head.

"What are you laughing so much at, looking for a wild man behind my back?"

Yan Ziqi turned to look at Ji Hangcheng, his good-looking apricot eyes narrowed, and the arrogance accumulated in his heart burst out like this.

"Ji Hangcheng, don't be a thief and shout to catch a thief!"

When Ji Hangcheng heard this, his deep eyes grabbed Yan Ziqi steadily, and then his gaze slowly moved down, and finally fell on her hand.

Suddenly, his eyes tightened, and his eyes were full of cold fierceness.

I saw Ji Hangcheng snatch the phone, and said in an unhappy and cold tone: "You check my phone?"

He lowered his head and opened his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and looked at the messages in the group, the expression on his face became more and more heavy...

"Yan Ziqi, you're sick, aren't you?

Assert sovereignty?

Ji Hangcheng felt that this Yanzi period was sick.

"Am I making trouble? Ji Hangcheng, you say I'm making trouble? I've planted a grassland on my head now, and you tell me I'm making trouble?"

Yan Ziqi sneered lightly, and a flash of disappointment flashed on his clear face.

"Isn't this a joke? Yan Ziqi, your mother didn't teach you to respect other people's privacy, I haven't married you yet, so you checked my mobile phone?"

What Ji Hangcheng hates the most is that his privacy is violated, especially when he checks his mobile phone.

"Ji Hangcheng, if you don't want people to know, unless you don't do anything, you will meet ghosts sooner or later if you walk too much at night. I didn't have the shame to check your phone, it was automatically sent to the door by your sisters. ”

Don't look at Yan Ziqi's strong appearance on the surface, in fact, she is very uncomfortable in her heart, and pretending to be strong after being injured is the way she has always protected herself.

"You're really sick. ”

Ji Hangcheng glanced at Yan Ziqi, and casually went to the sofa to get his coat.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Ziqi saw that Ji Hangcheng was leaving, and his heart immediately came up again.

She stepped forward and pulled him, unrelenting, "Ji Hangcheng, you make it clear, what is your relationship with those women? ”

Ji Hangcheng didn't take his coat to leave, he was just addicted to smoking, I saw him calmly take out the cigarette case from his pocket, reach out to cover his lips, and cough lightly.

Then put the cigarette into his mouth in the most handsome posture, he held the cigarette, his brows furrowed slightly, his cold eyes burst out of a cold light, and suddenly, he threw the cigarette case on the ground, his voice was raised once, and he was angry: "Explain what? What the fuck did I do to be sorry for you? You want me to confess!"