Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi looked down at the noodle bowl in front of him.

It was still the same bowl of noodles, still steaming, but I was no longer touched by it just now.

The moment Lu Chaomu's voice came out from the phone, Yan Zhou looked up at her almost subconsciously.

Zou Zhiyi actually felt it, but just pretended not to notice it.

At this moment, she really wished she hadn't heard anything.

Yanzhou quickly canceled the PA button.

After that, Zou Zhiyi didn't hear Lu Chaomu's voice again, and didn't know what Lu Chaomu said again, but Yan Zhou's expression gradually became a little dignified.

Zou Zhiyi's heart sank immediately.

The current atmosphere seems to be a little delicate.

Probably because she was still in front of her eyes, Yan Zhou didn't say anything more to Lu Chaomu, but just hummed heavily and said, "I see." Then he hung up the phone quickly.

I couldn't tell there was any special meaning in it, but Zou Zhiyi's hand holding the bouquet tightened unconsciously.

The call was hung up, Zou Zhiyi didn't say anything, just looked at Yanzhou steadfastly.

Yanzhou didn't speak either.

The two looked at each other quietly.

But the atmosphere was no longer as warm and harmonious as before.

Zou Zhiyi didn't ask what Lu Chaomu said just now.

It's not that she really doesn't care at all, but that she's waiting.

She was waiting for Yan Zhou to speak.

Despite the current situation, the most correct way to deal with it should be to pretend that nothing happened and continue to regain the atmosphere just now.

Persisting would probably make her more embarrassed, but Zou Zhiyi was still almost masochistic, generally waiting for Yanzhou to speak.

After a long period of time, and it seemed that it was only a blink of an eye, Yan Zhou really spoke.

He said, "Something happened to Lu Chaomu."

Before I knew it, my hands were already tightly closed, and the thorns of the roses were not removed, and they were deeply inserted into the palms of my hands.

Zou Zhiyi didn't feel any pain at all.

She looked at him and asked calmly, "So?"

"I must go out and find her."

I had already guessed the ending from the beginning, but I still insisted on asking this question, making myself look even more embarrassed.

Zou Zhiyi stared closely at Yanzhou's eyes, "Must?"

She thought the word he said was quite interesting, "Yanzhou, do you think of yourself as someone to her? I don't understand, can you explain to me what it means to go to her?" ?”

"Mrs. Yan, you're playing word games with me now. It's meaningless. What's going on with her? You heard it just now. Don't be self-willed at this time."

Zou Zhiyi suddenly felt confused, but also felt quite ridiculous.

He actually said that she was being willful with him now?
Is it because the two of them have different standards for self-willedness, or is Yanzhou just talking nonsense with his eyes open.

She didn't understand why she was willful?

"I'm not playing word games with the third master, and I'm not qualified to be willful with you. I'm really asking you a serious question."

The address changed, and the distance between the two of them was pulled far away in an instant, making them look strange.

Zou Zhiyi tilted his head, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the arc was extremely mocking, "Because I really don't know, what kind of position do you put yourself next to Lu Chaomu, so that you can say the word must?"