After not taking a few steps, Shen Zhiyue suddenly clutched her chest and was a little out of breath, Jiang Chengfeng helped her and asked nervously, "What's wrong, is it uncomfortable?"

Shen Zhiyue nodded lightly, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "Let's go back, I'm so tired." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jin Ruting, who was following them closely, had already strode forward and reached out to hug her, but almost instantly, he suddenly realized that it was very inappropriate to do so, and finally retracted his hand helplessly, and asked tentatively, "Madame, but you have angina?"

Shen Zhiyue shook his head and buried his head in Jiang Chengfeng's arms, without the intention of talking to him.

Jin Ruting still didn't give up, took another step forward, and spoke again: "My car is nearby, I can take you to the hospital, it will be faster." ”

"No need, my wife is motion sick. Jiang Chengfeng instructed the people around him expressionlessly, "Jiangling, you beckoned Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin to Wangyue Tower for me, and told the shopkeeper that they were the distinguished guests I invited, don't neglect the guests." After speaking, he stopped and picked up Shen Zhiyue and walked in the direction where their carriage stopped, and the woman in his arms never said a word to Jin Ruting, nor even looked at him more.

Jin Ruting forcibly suppressed the loss in his heart, and was about to follow without thinking about it, but was blocked by a man and a woman who suddenly appeared, "Mr. Jin, please go this way." Gangneung said coldly.

He and Guan Tong are both extremely fast, and Rao is Jin Ruting's kung fu foundation is not weak, but they were forced to take a few steps back by the momentum of these two.

Seeing that the person he had been thinking about was in front of him, where could he allow her to disappear again, no matter what her identity was a human or a ghost, he would not let her go.

Having made up his mind, he was just about to catch up regardless of a single step, but Han Yiming forcibly pulled him back one step ahead of Jiang Ling.

"What are you doing?!" Jin Ruting said angrily, and when he looked up again, Jiang Chengfeng and Shen Zhiyue were no longer in the vast sea of people, and even the sturdy woman who had just stopped him was gone, leaving Jiang Ling alone looking at them with some impatience.

Han Yiming stepped forward, talked to him with a kind attitude, and finally sent him away, only then did he turn around and reprimand Jin Ruting with a slap on his head: "It's right that I asked you what you're going to do, are you still drunk yet, or are you having a convulsion?" Just now, that was the wife of Young Marshal Jiang, the daughter of the famous Nalan family in the capital, what was the matter with the eyes you just looked at? Do you treat her as your dead wife? Can't you still face up to the fact that Shen Zhiyue is dead?"

Han Yiming's words were sharp, and he couldn't wait to douse him with cold water to wake him up, but he didn't seem to listen to him at all, pushed him away, ignored Jiang Lan's obstruction behind him, and went straight to his car.

On this side, Shen Zhiyue sat in the carriage with a weak heart, lowering his head and not daring to look at Jiang Chengfeng's eyes.

"Are you afraid that he will recognize you?" Jiang Chengfeng raised her chin lightly, not allowing her to evade and ask.

"It's not. She sighed helplessly, her eyes darkening, "He already recognizes me." ”

Not only him, but also Xu Qiu, that woman had seen her before, and her reaction just now had already proved that she had already recognized her, and there was no point in continuing to act, as for Jin Ruting, like Zhi Wang, she was never sure that she could deceive them, which is why she has always avoided him. (To be continued.) )