The rain stopped, and Liao Yijuan left.

The afternoon shooting was suspended because Ji Yang and Yang Que were not in the state.

returned to the hotel, closed the door, and Ji Yang, who had been fighting with Jian Yan all the way, finally couldn't hold back and was furious.

He sharply questioned Jian Yan: "How much have you done behind my back!?" You suddenly want to divorce me, does it have something to do with what Sister Liao said today!? When did you meet Sister Liao!? ”

Listening to the conversation between Jian Yan and Liao Yijuan in the car today, he always felt that Jian Yan was hiding a lot of things from him.

Shouldn't husbands and wives trust each other unreservedly and be honest with each other?

He basically knows everything about him, in short.

But today, he found out that the person next to him was unfathomable!

In the face of Ji Yang's questioning, Jian Yan was neither annoyed nor angry, neither happy nor angry.

She looked at Ji Yang and asked calmly, "Who are you talking to?" Sheng Xiaoyu, the assistant next to you? Soon-to-be-your ex-wife's brief? Or have you always rejected it, my other identity - Sheng Weiyu? ”

"Isn't that all you!" Ji Yang roared.

"Whether it is before or after marrying you, the two parts of my life do not interfere with each other." Jian Yan's face was expressionless, "When I was Jian Yan, it was never Sheng Weiyu. When I was Sheng Weiyu, it was never a simple word. ”

Now, she has another identity - Ji Yang's assistant.

"I have several identities, and I have several faces." In short, he said, "You want to know all my things, but you don't accept all my identities and faces-Ji Yang, what is the difference between your curiosity now and the entertainment reporter who digs people's privacy and gossips everywhere?" You're marrying just a nutshell. In short, she is very simple, just such a simple person. ”

Bang!

Ji Yang's hands pressed heavily on the table.

He restrained the emotions of the riot, suppressed the tsunami-like anger, and his voice was as tight as the strings: "Isn't it simple to speak in Sheng Weiyu?" ”

"Simple?" Jian Yan laughed to himself, "She has nothing to do with the word 'simple'." She gave all her simplicity, kindness and beauty to your Ji Yang's wife - Jane, Yan! ”

The fierce emotions that poured out of Jian Yan's eyes almost scared Ji Yang away.

He had never seen such a brief statement!

Like an angry Nemesis!

In short, she never put hatred in her pretty eyes.

She's not in a nutshell.

She's Sheng Whispering!

Suddenly, Jian Yan's red eyes were full of painful smiles.

"Isn't it ridiculous?" In short, not only does it open the mode of self-deprecation, but also ridicules others, "Have you noticed that what you have always loved is just a character played by 'me', and this role is your ideal type!" And the real me, the real me you don't want to see, has been abandoned by me in a dark corner! It turns out that I have always been an actor! Hehe, it turns out that I've always been ...... Hehe...... Hehe......"

Laughing and laughing, she cried.

Laughing while shedding tears.

Her poignant appearance made Ji Yang feel painful.

As if he was afraid of being broken, he carefully hugged Jian Yan into his arms, and the pain and love intertwined in his eyes were like burning spirits, so thick that they tumbled together.

He blamed himself: "I used to be too busy with work and neglected ......"

After a long time, with firmness in his words, he added:

"It's good who you are! No matter who you are, you are my Ji Yang's wife! It can only be my Ji Yang's wife! ”

Jian Yan leaned into his arms, closed his eyes, and cried silently.

……

At night, when Jian Yan was asleep, Ji Yang answered her phone without authorization.

It was Sheng Zhengyu's call.

"Uncle ......"

"Shut up!" Sheng Zhengyu interrupted him on the phone. "I'm not your uncle!"

Ji Yang changed his words: "Mr. Sheng." ”

His voice "Mr. Sheng" really has no feelings.

Sheng Zhengyu didn't care.

"I just heard from my assistant that it's a thunderstorm in the afternoon." After a pause, Sheng Zhengyu asked, "Is the words good?" ”

Both he and Ji Yang knew that Jian Yan was afraid of thunder.

Ji Yang replied to the question: "Why do you want to give her two identities?" Why should she live such a contradictory life? ”

"Ji Yang, you are marrying Jianyan, not Sheng Weiyu." Sheng Zhengyu's voice on the phone was solemn and cold. "I can hear from your voice that the person who contradicts is not Yanyan, it is you."