Her eyes were red and swollen from crying too much, and her long hair was so messy that it was impossible to unite her with the perfect, fairy-like pianist in the newspaper.

Xu Ruoxi put her hand on the car door, raised her eyes and looked at Tong Zhenyu standing in front of her, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand on the courtyard door next to him, his posture was tall, and the casual comfort set off her even more embarrassed.

"Something?" Tong Zhenyu looked at the woman in front of him with a sideways face, his voice was thin and detached.

"Brother Yu, I want to talk to you..."

"Don't call her so affectionate," Tong Zhenyu lightly snatched her words, looked at her and said: "You can call me Tong Ershao, or you can call me Tong Zhenyu, just don't call my brother or Yu, that will make my fiancée misunderstand." ”

"Fiancée?" Xu Ruoxi only felt that this word was particularly ironic, and couldn't help but sneer: "If I'm not mistaken, more than a month ago, I was your fiancée, right?" ”

"Yes," Tong Zhenyu didn't dodge, his voice was still very cold, faint and detached: "But you also know that it was more than a month ago, not now, and now-"

Tong Zhenyu paused when he said this, and then his lips pulled out a touch of mockery: "Now you and I have our own other half, what's more, you have already helped other men get pregnant, haven't you?" ”

Somehow, Xu Ruoxi only felt that the words 'Bingqing Yujie' were four slaps on her face, making her feel embarrassed in an instant.

"If there is nothing else, then I will go in first," Tong Zhenyu glanced at Xu Ruoxi who was standing there, and stretched out his hand to push open the courtyard door.

..

Zijun came out of the shower in the guest room on the third floor, perhaps because it was late at night, and the whole person was a little dizzy and wanted to sleep.

She found a blow dryer to blow her hair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, just thinking about drying her hair early and going to bed, but she inadvertently glanced downstairs, and then the hand that blew her hair was immediately stunned.

Downstairs, at the door of the courtyard, there is a tall figure, it is Tong Zhenyu.

It's just that opposite him, the person standing at this time is actually Xu Ruoxi!

Xu Ruoxi was not guarding her father in the hospital in the middle of the night, and actually ran to Tong Zhenyu's villa, what does she mean?

Zijun looked downstairs, Xu Ruoxi seemed to be crying, and reached out to pull Tong Zhenyu's arm, but was cleverly avoided by Tong Zhenyu, and Xu Ruoxi, who was embarrassed and angry, raised his hand and wanted to slap Tong Zhenyu, but his hand was grabbed by Tong Zhenyu in the air.

Because it was far away, he couldn't hear what Tong Zhenyu said, but through the glass window, Zijun also knew what Tong Zhenyu was saying to Xu Ruoxi.

As for Xu Ruoxi's face, from annoyance and anger at the beginning to shame and anger at the back, the street lights are a little dim, and she can't see the change in the color of her face, but it is estimated that it is not much better.

And Tong Zhenyu let go of Xu Ruoxi's wrist, and then as if he was disgusted with something, he actually took out a tissue to wipe his hand, and then threw the tissue on the ground before turning around and looking up.

Tong Zhenyu suddenly turned around and looked up, it was too late for Zijun to dodge, Tong Zhenyu thought that he sensed something, and his eyes actually looked straight at her window.

The moment Zijun's gaze met Tong Zhenyu, he was immediately stunned, then quickly retracted his gaze, turned around, and closed the curtain.

Her hair hadn't dried yet, but she had lost her mind, threw away the hair dryer, and lay down on the bed a little irritably, and before she could close her eyes, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Zijun turned over and sat up, and when he heard the knock on the door, he couldn't help but feel disordered.

kneaded his forehead with his hand, and his brain uncontrollably replayed the scene in the courtyard downstairs just now, where the hands of Xu Ruoxi and Tong Zhenyu were entangled.

Tong Zhenyu and Xu Ruoxi have been in love for so many years, and their love was once called 'love legend', two people who love so deeply, they naturally have secrets between the two of them.

She repeatedly told herself that getting together again with Tong Zhenyu was not feelings, not love, but just the use of mutual needs.

But even so, thinking of what happened before her and Xu Ruoxi, she still had some uncontrollable feelings.

The knock on the door rang for a long time, and finally disappeared by itself, probably because of the exhaustion of patience, I simply turned around and left.

She breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart, thinking that the door had not yet been locked, so she walked to the door again, thought about it, and finally opened the door by a ghost.

The door was empty, and she subconsciously looked left and right, but she didn't see anything, let alone a figure.

Inexplicably, a sense of loss welled up in her heart, she turned around and was about to close the door, but in the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside, and then, Tong Zhenyu, who was standing at the door, was looking at her with a smile.

Zijun's face flew with two red glows in an instant, thinking that the way he was looking at the door just now must have been seen by him who was hiding on the side, so he smiled so proudly at this time.

Zijun was suddenly a little annoyed, she found that she always couldn't escape Tong Zhenyu's palm, it was like this before she married him for the first time last year, and it was the second time this year, and it was still like this.

Between her and Tong Zhenyu, it seems that he has already rehearsed a scene, he is like a director, he always knows what occasion to appear, and can always control her emotions well.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He slammed the door behind him and looked at her with a smile on his lips.

"I... She wanted to explain, but she only opened her mouth for one word, and then never had a chance to say a second word, because he suddenly stepped forward and kissed her.

Zijun only had time to say 'um', and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he didn't give her such a chance, he just hugged her tighter.

After some lingering lips, Tong Zhenyu hugged her and came to the bedside, let go of her, touched her lips with slightly rough fingertips, and stared down at her.

Zijun slowly opened his eyes, and in his hazy vision, he was staring down at her with cheeks like March peach blossoms, and his eyes were full of ambiguous smiles.

Seeing that she didn't squeak, he gently lifted her chin with his hand, his thin lips lifted slightly, and asked in a particularly gentle voice: "What's wrong, it doesn't seem to be in a good mood?" ”

Zijun pushed him with his hand, avoiding his eyes that were almost perceptive, not intending to answer his question.

But no matter how hard she tried, he sat beside her as solid as a rock, not moving, still with a gentle shallow smile on his face.

"Am I funny?"

Zijun's cheeks were crimson, and he asked him with some annoyance: "Is it, in your eyes, I have always been a spinning top, controlled by you with a rope, so you don't have to worry about the feelings of the spinning top at all?" ”