Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The laughter in the ear was fragmented, and it sounded quite provocative.

"Before I lied and didn't write a draft, I could even fabricate the news of my death. Why are you showing cowardice now?"

Zou Zhiyi paused, her high heels seemed to have a mind of her own, she especially wanted to step on the spotless leather shoes of the person next to her.

"Mrs. Yan keeps asking me to respect you. Now that I'm by my side, she still thinks about her old lover. Mrs. Yan is lenient with herself and strict with others. Don't you think you're going too far?"

The warm breath brushed past her ears, and the domineering breath surrounded her whole body.

Zou Zhiyi: "..."

Those people outside who are respectful to the third master Yan, do they know that the third master is a thief who shouts "stop the thief" and should be treated without mercy?

It's really annoying.

Zou Zhiyi's complaints in her heart were almost off the charts. She focused on slandering Yanzhou, but she didn't realize it. Unknowingly, her mood improved a lot.

Holding Yanzhou's arm, the flashes lit up so densely that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

In front of the camera, the acting skills of the two are normal, talented and beautiful, loving and sweet.

No one knew that the two of them were getting close behind each other. They were actually extremely strange. Even before this morning, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The best actors are honed in life.

Acting, deceiving people, even deceiving oneself.

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Successively, I really like Zou Zhongqing. The entire engagement venue is full of flowers that shouldn't be blooming this season, but now they are blooming in every corner, and the varieties are expensive. When it was time to bloom, Zou Zhongqing was given a whole sea of ​​flowers at the engagement banquet.

The aroma is striking, as if taking people into an unreal dream.

Taking a deep breath, the fragrant floral fragrance flooded into her lungs. It should be sweet. There must be something wrong with Zou Zhiyi's sense of smell. She only smelled bitterness.

The hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and the man next to him emphasized his sense of existence domineeringly.

"Mrs. Yan, no man can tolerate his wife pretending to be a man other than himself. I especially don't like green on my hair."

"It's a husband and wife after all. Please kindly advise Mrs. Yan that it's not okay to be in a hurry. It's better for Mrs. Yan to be self-respecting."

Negative emotions are overwhelming, and Yan Zhou still wants to provoke her at this time.

Zou Zhiyi sneered, "I will also send the same words to you, Third Master. After all, don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand and secretly pinched Third Master Yan's strong waist through his clothes.

The third master's slightly indifferent expression twisted for a moment uncontrollably, and the hand attached to Zou Zhiyi's body tightened again and again. He was in pain. How could his Mrs. Yan be comfortable? Husband and wife should share happiness and difficulties together.

Yanzhou's hands were very strong, as if made of iron, Zou Zhiyi almost gave birth to the illusion that his waist was about to break.

The two maintain a superficial harmony, hurting each other where others can't see.

Fighting wits and courage with the third master, Zou Zhiyi almost forgot his own sadness, and two shadows fell before his eyes.

"Sister, long time no see."

Familiar voice, I can't hear the sharpness on the phone that day. In front of Lian Li, she always puts on a mask of innocence and kindness. Even her voice is soft, gentle and gentle, without even a single accent. , as if by nature.

Zou Zhiyi has seen through her hypocrisy, and doesn't even bother to give her a look.

Looking at the man in front of him with a complicated expression, "Happy engagement, I wish you happiness."