Zhang Liuling did not respond to her words.

Shi Nian continued to stand there, trying to stand.

She thought that this was the only way to soothe the sin in her heart.

After the funeral that day, at three o'clock in the morning, Shi Nian knelt alone in the mourning hall, Zhang Liuling took care of all the things and walked to her side: "Go and rest."

Naturally, there is a rest room here, after all, she hasn't slept all night.

This time her grandmother's funeral, the Zhang family can be said to have done it to the extreme, and there were many people who came, all of whom were high-ranking families.

But Shi Nian's family is not bad, her parents have also told the executives that if they hadn't both died, I believe that this funeral would be handled by her parents, and it would definitely be very good.

It's a pity that they can't do it anymore, so they can only do it by the Zhang family.

Shi Nian knelt there, not knowing in his heart whether this was a blessing or a misfortune.

She knelt there and did not move at his words.

Zhang Liuling saw that she didn't move, he wouldn't say much, and was about to leave, Shi Nian asked him, "I saw Jiang Yue in that villa in Xining, is she living there?"

This afternoon, she also saw Jiawen coming, but she didn't see Jiang Yue, which means that Jiang Yue and Jiawen don't live together.

Then Jiang Yue lived alone in that house.

When Zhang Liuling heard her words, he stopped, looked at her, probably didn't expect her to know about it, he frowned for a few seconds, and could only answer to her words: "Just let her stay temporarily."

For Jiang Yue, he will always explain to her so lightly.

Shi Nian stopped talking, still kneeling there.

After Zhang Liuling finished saying that, he didn't say any more, turned around and left, and the light in the mourning hall dragged his shadow for a long time.

Shi Nian didn't look back.

Jiang Yue honestly stayed in the villa for two days, and after two days, she called Zhang Liuling.

The phone was still not answered, Jiang Yue was a little angry standing in the bedroom and stopped calling, but after a while, she thought for a long time and started calling again.

Still don't answer, Jiang Yue thought angrily, if she doesn't answer, she won't answer, presumably Sister Shi Nian is the time for him to comfort her these days, where does he have time to take care of her.

Just when Jiang Yue stayed here until the fourth day, Shi Nian's grandmother's funeral had been held for two days, and it was only two days, Jiang Yue began to cry and say that her stomach hurt, which made the maid fly up in fright, and she began to call Mr. Zhang again, and said to the other end of the phone: "Mr. Zhang, Jiang Yue said again today that her stomach hurts, and she rolls on the bed, it seems to be very painful!" What can I do?"

The words and expressions of the maid are considerably anxious.

Zhang Liuling came over that afternoon, and Jiang Yue, who had been rolling around with her stomach in the upstairs bedroom, stopped above the quilt for a moment.

Wearing a nightdress, she propped up the bed with her hands, raised her face to look at the door, she listened to the footsteps outside, and she smiled proudly.

Holding a pillow in his arms, wearing a *** body, lying on the bed like a boneless, those beautiful smiling eyes stared at the door, as if waiting for the appearance of that person.

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhang Liuling appeared at the door.

The man who said that his stomach hurt didn't hurt at this time, but lay on the bed, looking at him with a smile.

Zhang Liuling stood at the door and looked at her.

Jiang Yue got out of bed, and then walked towards him, after Jiang Yue walked in front of him, he found that he was still wearing a white silk flower on his chest, it seems that on the day of the funeral, he was thinking of his husband.

Jiang Yue stood in front of him, and asked pitifully, "Are you still angry? I won't do anything like this next time, okay Uncle Zhang?"

She confessed her mistake in front of him, and then she wrapped herself around him, her hand touching the silk flower on his neckline.

"I want to take it off." She was going to talk about it.

But who knew that Zhang Liuling grabbed her hand.

Jiang Yue raised her face to look at him.

"Didn't you say it hurt your stomach?

Do you want to take you to the hospital?"

He asked her coldly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Jiang Yue's urn sighed: "It doesn't hurt, it's good to see you coming."

How could Zhang Liuling not know that she was scheming and exhausted.

He whispered, "Let go."

Ordered her not to touch the white silk flower.

Jiang Yue looked at the words on his chest and said two words: "Cheesy."

Zhang Liuling released her wrist after her hand left the silk flower.

Jiang Yue continued to sarcastically mock him: "Uncle Zhang, it's really a good grandson-in-law of Sister Shi Nian's grandmother, it's really singing and crying, I'm going to move Uncle Zhang with the Best Model Grandson-in-law Award."

Zhang Liuling's attitude towards her has always been indifferent, and his eyes look at her even more.

Jiang Yue said again, "At Shi Nian's grandmother's funeral, did Uncle Zhang cry? Shouldn't a good grandson-in-law cry?"

has been busy for so long, Zhang Liuling doesn't have any energy to listen to her playing tricks here.

He whispered, "Are you sure your stomach doesn't hurt?"

He seemed to have just come to make sure she was okay, and he turned to leave.

But in the next second, Jiang Yue hugged his body with both hands again, and began to raise his head pitifully and said, "Who said that my stomach doesn't hurt, it hurts."

Then she crouched on the ground with her stomach in her hands, crouching in front of him, still looking up at her sparkling face.

Zhang Liuling looked at her with high and low eyes.

"Then go to the hospital."

"No, no."

She refused to live or die, squatting in front of him, as if she wanted to play the role of a scoundrel to the end.

She took him by the hand and said, "Would you like to sit on the couch with me for a while?"

She pleaded with him.

Zhang Liuling was still indifferent, so indifferent that he was indifferent.

But in the end, he walked towards the sofa first, and Jiang Yue, who had just said that his stomach hurt a second, immediately followed him and went to the other end of the sofa.

After Zhang Liuling sat down on the sofa, Jiang Yue sat down beside him, and after Jiang Yue sat down, within a second, his body sat on his lap like a sliding loach.

She was wearing a thigh-length suspender nightdress, and she sat on his lap, just at the top of his knee, and her body was subconsciously leaning forward.

Such a swing.

Zhang Liuling didn't expect that she would dare to play this set of seduction at this time, he looked at her coldly, watching her set of actions.

Then she sat on his lap, leaned into his arms, and kissed his face softly in his ear, "Love me?"