"You have been married to Ying Huai for so long, I haven't asked, are you still used to living in the new house?"

Ning Yue said, her hands were adding vegetables for her, and the bowl was piled up with a small mountain bag.

Jiang Misheng smiled: "Everything is fine. ”

"That suite was sent by my grandfather when I married your father-in-law, and it was also where my grandfather lived when he married my grandmother."

Hearing this, she felt even more gloomy and terrifying.

Hearing that Zhou Yinghuai's grandmother died by hanging herself, Jiang Misheng suddenly thought of the basement where the door was usually locked.

Ning Yue's follow-up words, she didn't have the heart to listen to a few words.

Until he followed Zhou Yinghuai out of Xiangjiang, pulled the door and got into the car.

Jiang Misheng secretly adjusted his breathing and silently fastened his seat belt: "The house at home ......"

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

She is not superstitious, but she has a natural fear of this thing.

Jiang Misheng's eyelids moved slightly, and he suppressed his consternation: "When will I move out?" ”

When Zhou Yinghuai's eyes swept over, there was sarcasm in his deep eyes: "Are you in a hurry?" ”

He saw her weakness and weakness, and his tone revealed natural provocation, fanning the flames.

Jiang Misheng knew it in his chest and had no intention of justifying.

She was very tired, and her eyes were slightly red: "I'm really anxious, anyway, the money is in hand, you have to divorce me, I also agreed to you, it's time to settle you and me." ”

"There's a man out there?"

Zhou Yinghuai suddenly raised his eyes and said.

His face was backlit and blurred even when he was close.

Jiang Misheng couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly.

Youyou stared at him for a moment, and said crisply: "Then you should think that I have a man outside!" ”

He pulled out a cigarette and snorted coldly.

"Knock ......"

With the muffled sound of pulling the lighter, Zhou Yinghuai lit the cigarette on her lips, and the moment the fire ignited, she saw Shen Leng.

"What do you mean by what should be? Yes is yes, no is no, nothing is nothing more than a question of whether it is or not. ”

The smoke swirled up and drifted to Jiang Misheng's side.

This cigarette is unexpectedly not unpleasant.

He looked at her face through the haze, and his gaze was extremely cold: "Jiang Misheng, do you still have contact with Guan Shaozhang?" ”

In the dead of night, the windows were open.

Zhou Yinghuai's voice is actually not heavy, but in a quiet environment, it is infinitely amplified.

She didn't deal with him much, and she didn't understand this man's ways.

When the words came to his mouth, Jiang Misheng remained silent: "No." ”

"Is it really not, or is it going to be good with him behind my back?"

Zhou Yinghuai turned his head slowly and did not smile.

Jiang Misheng took out his mobile phone and opened the phone book, stretched out to show him: "Zhou Yinghuai, in fact, I don't need to prove anything to you at all, but I don't like others wronging me." ”

Just glance at the landscape.

Her contacts are very simple and almost self-explanatory.

"Now that Mr. Zhou has finished reading it, then I'm also curious, what is the relationship between you and Miss Zhuang?"

"Do you mind?"

Jiang Misheng took back his face with his mobile phone: "I don't mind." ”

"When I was in Shenzhen, I met Guan Shaozhang once, and I heard people around him say that he has mixed very well over the years and is very famous in Shenzhen."

Xu drank some wine at the dinner.

Zhou Yinghuai is not as quiet as usual, and has become a little talkative.

Before Jiang Misheng married him.

Guan Shaozhang and Zhou Yinghuai still have a harmonious relationship, and they also cooperate in the business field.

But from the time she went to Zhou Yinghuai's bed, Guan Shaozhang completely evaporated from her world.

People who used to frequently appear on lace news never showed their faces in the entertainment front magazine.

Jiang Misheng: "And then?" ”

Zhou Yinghuai groped around.

Jiang Misheng thought that he was going to get up, but unexpectedly, someone reached her side.

The man's face is angular, handsome and elegant.

Zhou Yinghuai's inky eyes stared at her deeply: "You said, if Guan Shaozhang knew that you were still a chick when you were with me, would he ......?"

"Go away."

Jiang Mi sounded like a hedgehog that had been poked in the sore spot, erecting barbs.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to pull the man away.

Zhou Yinghuai was supporting her side with one hand, but she was rebellious and pressed down.

Jiang Misheng's back was pressed against the car seat, and in front of him was a man with burning breath.

Each mouthful was spit on her face, and it was itchy with heat.

The button on the collar of Zhou Yinghuai's shirt collapsed, faintly revealing the line of his sturdy chest.

Intimate and intimate, his chest heaving.

"So excited, are you still thinking about him?"

"Zhou Yinghuai, I miss your sister's ......"