Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi didn't deny or admit it, just raised his head and looked at him stubbornly.

The veins on his forehead twitched, and Yan Zhou's heart suddenly burned. In front of the bodyguards, he stretched out his hand to pinch Zou Zhiyi's chin, "Zou Zhiyi, I am the one who will marry you, not one after another."

His hands were very strong, since Zou Zhiyi made him unhappy, then he intentionally made her hurt.

"As a married woman, you have to save face. You are pregnant with my child, but you are going to find another man in the middle of the night?"

Zou Zhi was so pained that she almost had the illusion that her jaw would be crushed by Yan Zhou.

"Where, the third master was joking. Speaking of being shameless, the third master is what I want to learn from."

She twitched the corners of her lips and smiled provocatively.

"I have one thing in my heart. The whole circle knows that you Yanzhou is an affectionate species, but you can still hook up with other people, and you are even pregnant with a child. The third master played beautifully with his shamelessness to the extreme. I really can't compare."

Yan Zhou snorted coldly, "Smart teeth!"

The sharp pain in the chin came, and Zou Zhiyi's eyes were stimulated with physiological tears, and he said sarcastic words, but his momentum weakened a lot.

Yan Zhou was startled, "Crying?"

Letting go, fingers brushed the corners of her eyes, which were wet.

Zou Zhiyi wiped the corners of his eyes fiercely, not wanting to show his timidity in front of Yan Zhou, so he stared back viciously.

The corners of the eyes were red, and there were still tears in the eyes, bright as flawless glass beads.

Yanzhou inexplicably remembered that ridiculous night.

Both of them were so drunk that they couldn't remember what happened, but he had a vague impression that Zou Zhiyi had tears in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were so red.

My heart suddenly softened.

His tone also softened, "You don't need to care about the successive matters. He is the eldest son of the Lu family and the future heir of the Lu family. Lu Sheng will not let him have trouble."

Zou Zhiyi still insisted: "I want to see him, I don't feel relieved if I don't see him with my own eyes."

The blue veins on his forehead jumped more cheerfully.

"Zhiyi, you should remember your identity clearly. You are now Mrs. Yan, my wife of Yanzhou. Even if you don't have me in your heart, you shouldn't pretend to be someone else."

Yan Zhou gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "That's the end of this matter, don't make me unhappy again and again, okay? Huh?"

Zou Zhiyi closed his eyes, and said in a flat tone without any ups and downs, "Yanzhou, do you know that your hypocrisy makes me sick."

Breathing heavily, Yanzhou's brows were furrowed for an instant, wanting to get angry, seeing her pale face, he finally restrained himself.

He deliberately pretended not to understand what she was saying, and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, "If the morning sickness is severe, may I ask the doctor to look at it for you?"

Zou Zhiyi opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes were so focused that he seemed to be sucking his whole body into his eyes, a whirlpool rolled up in his dark pupils, tearing Yan Zhou's shadow into pieces.

Zou Zhiyi turned his head away, his eyes fell on the shadow on the ground, and he laughed mockingly.

Against the light, Yanzhou's face was covered with a layer of shadow, and his outline was blurred, let alone his expression.

"Your body is weak now. The doctor has told you more than once that you should rest at ease. The possibility of miscarriage is very high. The temperature is low at night. You go around and go through half of Yancheng to see one after another. Do you think the child Can you keep it?"

Yan Zhou looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you think children are more important, or one after another?"