The queen's wife is too sultry

"Dean, I don't know if someone said something to you, or something about my mother."

"But I can tell you very clearly that in this life, apart from Ye Zhen, there will not be another woman to be my wife."

As Jiang Jingting said this, his eyes were dark and heavy, and the highlights in his pupils were like stars in the dark night, clear and eternal.

His tone was casual, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, but his eyes lost the slightest smile and laziness, and were replaced by a terrible seriousness.

Just being looked at by him like this, Zhang Yuemei can feel a suffocating sense of cognitive oppression, a look that does not allow others to comment and question.

Such an absolutely strong gesture is not like a gentle and affectionate promise, but like an absolutely cold notice.

This was Zhang Yuemei's first reaction.

The young master of such a family made such a heavy promise at the golden age of less than thirty.

What if Zhenzhen broke up with him for other reasons?

Zhang Yuemei didn't express the question in her mind, because she could feel Jiang Jingting's deep and cold changes at this time, and now is not a good time.

She looked at Jiang Jingting with trusting and satisfied eyes: "Boss Jiang, I am relieved to hear you say that."

Jiang Jingting nodded, bent his elbow with his right hand, his wrist bones were abrupt and hard, and there were faintly protruding veins under his fair skin, spreading all the way to his slender and fair knuckles, carelessly rubbing the watch on his left hand.

The wristwatch was low-key and elegant, and it couldn't hide its luxury, which perfectly matched his abstinent and cold temperament.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuemei couldn't help asking, "Mr. Jiang seems to like this watch very much."

Jiang Jingting looked down at his wrist, and there was a very faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It was given to me by Zhen Zhen."

Zhang Yuemei was surprised for a moment, and then became calm again.

His words just now gave her a heart-pounding shock, but now it's not surprising that he expressed such a simple and straightforward love for a piece of Ye Zhen's gift.

Zhang Yuemei happily took a sip of tea, and said, "So that's the case, so I really need to put it away."

The tea was brewed by Jiang Jingting, and the tea leaves he brought had an indescribably mellow and clean taste.

Zhang Yuemei only needs to smell the tea to know that it is made from top quality tea.

She has no special hobbies in her life, except drinking tea.

It seems that Jiang Jingting came prepared today.

But he sat there calmly from the beginning to the end, calm and elegant, which was very different from Lu Qing's straight-forward approach that day.

From the beginning to now, there seems to be a tacit understanding between each other, and no one has spoken.

But Zhang Yuemei knew that since he chose to come to see her alone, it was definitely not just to make a cup of tea for herself to reminisce about the past.

So, she held the teacup, looked at the clear tea in it, and said calmly: "Lu Qing came to see me, you should know."

She had noticed from the conversation just now that Jiang Jingting deliberately mentioned his mother, and everything became obvious.

Jiang Jingting nodded generously, paused, and said, "Sorry, Dean—"

After realizing something was wrong, he seemed to be looking for a legitimate reason. Zhang Yuemei waved her hand to show that she didn't mind and was angry.

"Deep love, deep concern, I can understand you."

"I have a very close relationship with Zhenzhen, you should be more careful."

Zhang Yuemei sighed softly: "Don't worry, I will let Zhenzhen make a decision about the Lu family's affairs, and I will not intervene."

Jiang Jingting's eyes froze, his hand rubbing the watch stopped, and he said in a deep voice, "Dean, I'm not concerned about the Lu family."

There was a trace of surprise in Zhang Yuemei's eyes, and she looked at him for no reason: "Then why are you here today?"

The man's eyes darkened. He took out a photo from the file bag on the side and put it on the table. He moved gracefully and slowly pushed it to Zhang Yuemei, tapped the photo with his fingertips, and said lightly: "It's about this person, I I want to ask a few questions."

Zhang Yuemei's hand holding the teacup froze instantly, and her casual face just now also became stiff.

With just a glance from the corner of her eye, she instantly recognized who was in the photo.

Zhang Yuemei's subtle changes did not escape Jiang Jingting's eagle-like eyes, his eyes fixed on her face, and he said firmly: "I think you are familiar with this person."

A bit of helplessness and struggle flashed in Zhang Yuemei's eyes, but her eyes never fell directly on the photo.

She bowed her head and said to herself: "First Lu Qing, then you, can't we really hide it?"

Jiang Jingting narrowed his eyes, "Did Lu Qing mention this person?"

Zhang Yuemei nodded resignedly, put the teacup on the table, raised her hand to pick up the photo, and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look.

The photo showed a profile of a man. Although there was only one profile, his handsome and extraordinary face could be seen from the graceful and three-dimensional outline.

The background seems to be the seaside. A tall man is on the phone. He is wearing a long black coat. His short hair that reaches his ears is blown back by the wind, revealing his full forehead, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and deep eyes. Looking at the sea, the whole person exudes an arrogance and arrogance.

The most eye-catching thing is the maple leaf tattoo on his wrist holding the mobile phone. The pattern is lifelike, and it covers the man's white and slender wrist, giving it a strange and strange beauty.

Looking at the familiar face in the photo, Zhang Yuemei's hands trembled slightly, and her tone of voice became unstable: "It's him, I can't be wrong."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly had a bit of gnashing of teeth, and her eyes gradually became resentful and angry, as if she was looking at her enemy, "It's been so many years, I didn't expect him to be still alive."

Jiang Jingting raised his eyebrows, the black suit made him elegant and ascetic, just like his expression, he tapped the knuckles of his right hand on the table, and said unhurriedly: "You still remember him."

Zhang Yuemei snorted coldly: "I would recognize this man even in ashes."

"He is Zhenzhen's father."

The hostility in her words was too obvious, Jiang Jingting was taken aback, his right hand clenched into a fist, his voice seemed to be straightened deliberately, without any ups and downs.

"Are you sure he is Zhen Zhen's biological father?"

Zhang Yuemei frowned, "You don't know?"

"Ning Hongjing is not Zhenzhen's biological father, this man is."

She sighed reluctantly: "Nie Yuan. It's all evil fate!"

Jiang Jingting also frowned: "What do you mean?"

"If it's Ning Hongjing, that's fine. Even if you want to hate, there's a meaning to it, but it's just this man."

Zhang Yuemei smiled wryly, full of melancholy: "Compared to him, Ning Hongjing still has a conscience. A man who got his beloved woman pregnant but then walked away, do you think he is still a man?"