Dear CEO, I’m Pregnant - Chapter 327

She talked a lot, some aimlessly.

Behind suddenly came the sound of footsteps, stopped behind her, did not move.

Her eyelashes flashed. She didn’t look back, but she knew that the man behind her was not Lu Yan, but Jiang Zhoumo.

She was just at the foot of the mountain when she saw Jiang Zhoumo. They met across the shadow of the trees. The words quickly moved away and pretended to see nothing.

Jiang Zhoumo has finished reading Cheng Ci, but he comes back to talk to Yu.

He looked deeply at the words: “long time no see.” The voice is very hoarse.

Words did not move, still slightly hanging head, revealing a beautiful white neck, people can not help itching.

He has a very complex emotion for words. He likes it, but he thinks about it for a long time. But he doesn’t like it. When he is rejected, when he doesn’t see her, he will miss her, he will be moved, but he doesn’t have much impulse to leave her.

He almost thought that he did not like words.

But when he saw her, his heart, which had not been moved for a long time, revived in an instant.

Jiang Zhoumo repeated: “Yan Yan, long time no see.”

Yan Yu pursed her lips: “long time no see.”

“Did you and Lu Yan come to see Cheng CI?”

The words are silent.

Jiang Zhoumo tightened his brow: “Yan Yan, I thought you know how much Cheng CI hates Lu Yan. You can marry him, but you still bring Lu Yan to see him…” He took a deep breath, “Cheng CI wanted to kill Lu Yan.”

The action on the hand of simile pauses slightly, and the eye light pauses on Cheng Ci’s face.

Her head seems to stop running, did not respond, what Jiang Zhoumo is saying.

Jiang Zhoumo took a few steps forward and got close to Yu. He stared at Yu. His voice was flat and said softly, “Yu, it’s wrong for you to be with Lu Yan.”

After he finished, he didn’t say anything else, as if waiting for the rhetorical response.

Yu turns around slowly. She squats too long. Her feet are numb and almost unconscious. She slightly raises her eyelids and stares at Jiang Zhoumo.

I haven’t seen Jiang Zhoumo change for a long time, but I can’t say anything about it. It’s probably the fluctuation of his temperament. He’s more relaxed than before, and he likes to smile more than before. His eyes seem to melt the extreme tenderness.

Yu wrung her brow and finally knew why she thought he was strange.

Because Jiang Zhoumo is unconsciously close to Cheng Ci, he gradually becomes very similar to Cheng CI.

Yu wants to stand up, because her feet are numb and her blood is difficult to circulate. She falters. Jiang Zhoumo’s cold fingers touch her bare arm, causing goose bumps.

Yu pushed away his hand and stood still, slowly easing the flow of blood.

Jiang Zhoumo laughed, and the rain and fog misted his features: “you are still so stubborn.”

Yan Yu pursed his lips: “Jiang Zhoumo, thank you for coming to see Cheng CI. However, my attitude is still the same as before. We are not friends, we are just strangers.”

Jiang Zhoumo holds an umbrella in his hand. He moves the umbrella to Yu Yu’s head and answers: “don’t make yourself sick.” Then he said, “your attitude towards me is much worse than that of a stranger. If you are a stranger, you may smile at him.”

Her face was expressionless and she endured the pain. She finally looked at Cheng’s words and said in her heart, “I’ll see you again next time.” And then I step up to leave.

Jiang Zhoumo grabs Yu, his eyes are deep, and his eyes seem to flash through the haze: “Yu, you can even accept Lu Yan, Lu Yan is Cheng Ci’s younger brother, and Cheng CI hates him, why can’t you accept me?”

The more she struggled, the more powerful she was. She simply turned around and stared at Jiang Zhoumo: “because I hate you, because you are Cheng Ci’s friend, but what did you do to me after Cheng CI died? When Cheng CI died, you were by his side. Why didn’t you tell me what happened and how he died! When I see you, I will think of his death, feel uncomfortable, and feel sick! ”

The words behind are hard to hear. She always wants to forget them, but she can’t forget them. When she is drunk and sad about Cheng Ci’s death, Jiang Zhoumo covers her. She takes the scissors and stabs Jiang Zhoumo to stop it.

The simile took a deep breath and laughed sarcastically: “Jiang Zhoumo, do you regard Cheng Ci as a friend? You know it in your heart, hypocrite.” Jiang Zhoumo’s eyes were full of blood. He pursed his lips: “I don’t regard Cheng Ci as my friend? If not, why do I come to see him every year? I’m a hypocrite, ha ha. ” He sneered, “I’m a hypocrite. Do you think Cheng CI is a good man? He has done more than I have

The irony is stronger: “Jiang Zhoumo, is it interesting to slander the dead? Are you not afraid of retribution? In front of Cheng Ci’s tomb, slander him? “Jiang Zhoumo: “I’m telling the truth. Cheng CI said that he has no conscience, and he doesn’t need conscience. Of course, maybe you think he’s a good man because he puts all his good things on you.”

The words are like eyebrows, and the heart jumps heavily.

“Cheng CI is definitely not a good man, but he is a good man to you.”

Her heart aches when she hears the words. She is not stupid. She actually knows that Cheng CI has means in her career, but having means doesn’t mean being mean. She doesn’t like Jiang Zhoumo’s way of description.

Jiang Zhoumo continued: “Cheng CI has always hated Lu Yan, and he and Lu Yan have always had contacts, you know? When Cheng CI died, Lu Yan was at the scene. If you don’t believe me, ask Lu Yan. He must know how Cheng CI died. ”

His voice was slow and satisfied to capture the shock in his figurative eyes.

“Yan Yan, you have a smell that fascinates me, but your clean and complex smell will only attract complex men and bad men. You clearly know that there is no good man around you. ”

She felt uneasy, but soon adjusted her face and broke away Jiang Zhoumo’s hand. Her voice was very cold: “no matter how bad Lu Yan is, I won’t choose you.”

Jiang Zhoumo’s eyes and eyebrows flashed over the evil, and he felt sad again. He stood in the same place, slightly drooping his head, which made people can’t see his expression clearly.

Words turn and go. Jiang Zhoumo’s faint voice said: “Yan Yan, I will always want you. It’s never too late. Except for Cheng Ci, I’m the best man for you.”