Chapter 822: Entangled

She frowned slightly, leaned against the wall, and changed her shoes at the entrance before she walked weakly in the direction of the stairs.

Don't even think about it, who can smoke in this house, besides Zhao Zifeng?

But she doesn't have the energy now, and she doesn't have the mood to care.

But when she walked to the staircase, the moment her feet were raised, she heard Zhao Zifeng's angry voice.

"Stop!"

Sun Mengjiao frowned, looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and she didn't turn on the light in the dark, only in the shadowy furniture, she saw that little bit of scarlet.

She paused on her feet and looked away.

The two quietly confronted each other in the night.

Didn't he just announce the news of his upcoming engagement with Liang Yishu yesterday?

It should be the spring breeze proud, the beauty is in the arms, and now lying on this sofa smoking, what is it for?

In the dark, she lowered her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, could it be that she still wanted to hug left and right and enjoy the blessings of all people?

It's ridiculous.

Her mind sank, slowed down for a few seconds, and she walked upstairs.

After not taking a few steps, Zhao Zifeng suddenly got up, walked over quickly, and dragged Sun Mengjiao down the stairs.

"Tell me, where have you been?"

He was like a grumpy lion and asked angrily.

The voice was low, but it had lost its usual calmness.

"Where am I? What's the matter with you? ”

As the two approached, their vision became slightly clearer, and the contours of his face, in the night, were more three-dimensional, as delicate as a knife and an axe.

The moment she got closer, the smell of smoke was so strong that she couldn't stop coughing.

I don't know how long he sat on the couch and smoked, let alone how many cigarettes he smoked.

But what does all this have to do with her?

She had a resentment and hatred in her heart, but why did she vent it?

With a lot of words, she wanted to question Zhao Zifeng face to face, since he couldn't give the feelings he wanted, let alone the promise he made in his life, why did he provoke himself?

Wouldn't it be better to live separately from each other?

It's just that her body and mind are tired.

Zhao Zifeng's deep and dark eyes were particularly bright in the night, like a bloodthirsty wolf, glowing with bloodthirsty light.

But he just looked at Sun Mengjiao quietly and didn't say a word, but the force of the hand that grabbed her wrist became bigger and bigger.

Sun Mengjiao's brows furrowed, and she felt that her bones were about to be crushed.

"Let go of me."

Sun Mengjiao didn't expect him to say anything, she only shook off his hand vigorously, and gently pinched her wrist with the other hand, rubbing it to relieve the pain.

She glared at Zhao Zifeng angrily, didn't plan to say anything, let alone explain, and turned to go upstairs.

Clusters of anger rose in Zhao Zifeng's chest, rushing straight to his head.

He grabbed Sun Mengjiao again, almost clenched his teeth, and questioned again, but said extremely fiercely: "I asked you where you are since you left last night?" ”

Sun Mengjiao closed her eyes tiredly, and now the whole person's hands and feet are almost not his own, but he still asks so reluctantly.

"Don't make a fuss, okay? I'm really tired. ”

Compared with Liang Yishu, Sun Mengjiao felt that she was really an ordinary woman who was useless.

If at the beginning, she had always maintained an ordinary relationship between the debtor and the creditor to Zhao Zifeng, and she would not have such an inseparable relationship later.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself.

Sun Mengjiao was like a fool, lying directly on the bed in her pajamas, smothering her head in the quilt to stop her cranky thoughts.

SUN Zhenxing,ZHAO Zifeng,LIANG Yishu.......

All the people and things were a mess in her mind.

Thinking of Zhao Zifeng's attitude and tone just now, Sun Mengjiao's heart tingled.

She didn't even have anyone to rely on when her father was sick, but Zhao Zifeng was still in someone else's warm fragrant nephrite, and now she had to ask where she went.

Her heart is also made of meat, and people's hearts are better than people's hearts, and she is really tired.

I slept in the hospital last night, and although I had nightmares, I still fell asleep, maybe because Sun Zhenxing was next to me.

But today's bed was soft and wide, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, but became more and more awake.

The moon outside the window, round and large, is like a painting painted on the window, quietly motionless.

In a trance, Sun Mengjiao's mind suddenly jumped out of the picture when she had just married Luo Hao, when he and Xin Chuyi were lying together, she was not as uncomfortable as she is now.

I just thought about it and didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

The next morning, she got up early, and when she went downstairs, she saw her aunt cleaning the porcelain fragments on the floor, and her eyes darkened.

"Miss Sun, are you awake? I went back to my hometown last night, and as soon as I came back, I saw that the vase was in the cabinet and how it was broken. ”

She muttered to herself, as if puzzled.

The vase is placed in the inner layer of the cabinet, and if it is not artificial, it is unlikely to roll to the ground.

Sun Mengjiao walked around and saw that the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, and even after a night, there was still a strong smell of smoke.

She frowned slightly, he had smoked so much last night.

"Miss Sun, were you super with Mr. Zhao again last night?"

The aunt thought about it, looking at the cigarette butts full of ashtrays and the fragments of vases on the ground, only this explanation was more reasonable.

Sun Mengjiao glanced lightly, "Auntie, I'll go to work first." ”

After she finished speaking, she left the villa without waiting for her aunt to shout.

She didn't want to mention Zhao Zifeng at all, if the matter between her and him was just an ordinary quarrel, it would be easy to solve, maybe she could be relieved after the quarrel.

But between them, there is the most fatal point, which can never get better.

After going to the company, the employees in the company seem to be still immersed in yesterday's glorious feast.

She walked into the project department and swept around lightly, it was still early, and several colleagues gathered together to chat.

"Wow, it was announced yesterday that our Mr. Zhao is really going to get engaged to the daughter of Zhifeng Group, and the two of them are really eye-catching!"

"Yes, sure enough, rich people still have to choose the right person to marry, so that it can also help the career, and Liang Yishu is also beautiful, impeccable!"

"It's so sad, Mr. Zhao is so good, he is going to get engaged!"

……

What everyone is talking about is nothing more than the most explosive topic yesterday, Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu have been recognized by both parents and are ready to get engaged.

Sun Mengjiao's footsteps were slow, and when she walked next to them, although she didn't want to listen to them and had any topics about them, she still couldn't control it.

"Director Sun, tell me, is Mr. Zhao and Miss Liang a match made in heaven? Rich people really want everything to be good, and the engagement ceremony will definitely be piled up with money. ”

A colleague with glasses grabbed Sun Mengjiao and asked, she seemed to be still immersed in a beautiful fantasy, as if it was her own engagement.

Sun Mengjiao's black and white eyes glanced at her, and said in a serious tone: "I'm not ready to work yet." ”

The colleague wearing glasses hurriedly closed his mouth, he had never seen Director Sun so serious, and he was inevitably shocked and panicked.

Other colleagues also got ready for work with interest.

Sun Mengjiao walked into the office, closed the door, and her red lips opened slightly, "A match made in heaven?" ”

This word, just yesterday, it seems that Liang Yishu praised her and Kang Haohyun in front of so many reporters.

I really don't miss any opportunity.

She tried her best to put aside these distractions, put herself into her work seriously, called the assistant with an internal line, and called, "Concise, you come in and bring all the documents that have been dragged down in the past few days." ”

Jian Jian came in with a thick pile of documents and put them on the table, "Director Sun, it's all here." ”

Sun Mengjiao was lightly grateful, and did not raise her head, "Go out." ”

She keeps putting her mind and attention into her work, and doesn't want to let herself be idle and think wildly.

Nearly half of the paperwork was settled before she lifted her hands, stretched, and moved her shoulders and neck.

Just then, the office door opened.

Didn't even knock on the door.

Sun Mengjiao frowned slightly, and was about to speak, but saw Liang Yishu standing at the door with a triumphant smile, stepping on a pair of high heels and walking in rhythmically.

She took the door and put the red bronzing book in her hand on the table, which complemented her fingers with beautiful nails and looked very good.

A few words are clearly engraved on it, engagement invitation.

Sun Mengjiao raised her eyes, and in her black and white eyes, she was stubborn and did not show the slightest loneliness.

"Remember to come!"

She propped her hands on the office desktop, leaned over slightly, approached Sun Mengjiao, and said word by word: "Also, Kang Haoxun is a good Gao Zhi, you are quite discerning, seize the opportunity, as for the money you owe, I will definitely help you pay it back." ”

Sun Mengjiao looked at her triumphant face, and there was a sullen anger in her heart, and she muttered uncomfortable.

But what if she is angry?

Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu are engaged, that's a fact.

"Then I really want to thank you."

Sun Mengjiao didn't dare to show weakness, and sneered, "It's just that you don't need to." ”

"You don't have to use it, you move out early, Zhao Zifeng's mother won't let you go."

Liang Yishu's eyes were fierce, and his tone was not as polite as before.

After saying that, she left the office directly, still walking on her toes.

Also, she has got her wish now, to be more precise, that day in the Zhao family's villa, what she said so confidently finally came true.

She reached out and stroked the red invitation, and after rubbing her fingertips, she felt hot, but she still pursed her lips and opened it to take a look.

The names of Zhao Zifeng and Liang Yishu clearly fell into her eyes.

She automatically ignored it, and shifted to the next week, and the engagement ceremony was scheduled for the next week.

It's really fast.

Faster than she expected.

It's so fast that Sun Mengjiao is not ready yet.

She closed the invitation, casually tossed it to the side, and leaned back.

She rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, she and Zhao Zifeng had reached the point where they couldn't keep understanding the relationship.

She won't be the second Xin Chuyi.

The heart that was finally opened had to be closed again.

She really hated herself, why did she fall into it again and again without reservation.

Knowing that the other party is out of reach, knowing that everything he does may just be out of temporary interest.

His marriage will always be reserved for those who are good for him.

Mr. Li warned her, and Kang Haohyun also said it, but she was still addicted to the swamp, and she walked out step by step but hesitated.

Sun Mengjiao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her chaotic thoughts quickly boiled down to one.

She should keep her distance from Zhao Zifeng as soon as possible, and even leave his world.

first moved out of the Zhao family's villa, then quit the job, find a place that has nothing to do with him, and start anew.

But all this is easier said than done.

It needs to be planned step by step.

But this Saturday and Sunday, she didn't see Zhao Zifeng, no matter how late she went back, the villa was always dark.

After she returned, she was always alone in front of everything in the hall, stunned.

In this villa, the time to live in is not short, it has been almost a year, how can a person have no feelings for a familiar environment?