The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Pei Zigui patiently lowered his head to peel shrimps for Jiang Ruoli, slowly dipping each shrimp into the sauce one by one, and finally placed a bowl of peeled shrimp meat in front of her.

Everyone present was an acquaintance, and they were obviously used to Pei Zigui's meticulous care for Jiang Ruoli. If there were people who didn't know him well, they would probably be surprised that the cold and ruthless Pei Zigui could actually take care of people like this.

"I met Yu Pingguo a few days ago. I heard that her variety show is finally going to start filming? We've been waiting until the fourth quarter."

"Well, I heard they even hired a German ballet genius."

"German?"

Jiang Ruoli shook his head. "She's Chinese. Her name seems to be Ruan Ningxi. She's very pretty."

The shrimps today were good and fresh. She ate several of them in a row, then moved the empty bowl to Pei Zigui and ordered tenderly, "More."

Pei Zigui silently picked up the empty bowl, asked the waiter to get a small bowl of rice, and then began to peel shrimps for his wife.

Shen Zhiyan took a sip of sparkling water, put down the cup, and asked, "Ruan Ningxi? Is her name Cecilia? She is quite famous in Europe. Everyone calls her the Little Swan of the East."

"It seems to be this English name. I don't know how Yu Pingguo got him here."

Xu Mengan raised his head from the plate full of crab legs and said with a smile: "Who cares where she came from? As long as she can make money for you, that's all."

Jiang Ruoli raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up: "What you said makes sense."

Xie Youran, who was sitting opposite Xu Mengan, raised his head and took a sip of red wine, muttering: "Money, money, money, all you know is money!"

The three ladies who were chatting enthusiastically on the opposite side didn't hear it, only the two men next to him heard it.

Pei Zigui silently raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

Suddenly thinking of someone, he silently took a picture of the dishes on the table and sent it to him.

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Gu Le's mumbling: In case someone didn't see this, I'll quietly say this: Ruan Ningxi is the heroine of the next book, but I haven't decided what kind of man to pair with Little Swan yet. You can comment on what type you want to see, and I'll think about it.

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Li Yanzhou was in the hospital when he received the news.

He hurried over from the cemetery after receiving the call, and Guo Feng was able to speak.

Guo Feng told the truth of that year intermittently to the recorder with relatively strained vocal cords. At that moment, Li Yanzhou found it difficult to describe his true emotions.

Finally, can I go find her openly?

Leaving the ward, Li Yanzhou's voice was as cold as ice: "Just do as he said, and send the child in after he is settled."

"Yes."

Looking at the man's back as he left, Zhou Zhu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Mr. Li seemed to have become more human.

As soon as he walked out of the inpatient building, Li Yanzhou saw the photos sent by Pei Zigui.

He had no interest in watching this man display his affection, it was just him going out to eat with his wife again.

Just as I was about to turn it off, my eyes fell on a hand that accidentally appeared in the photo.

is her.

Li Yanzhou: “?”

Pei Zigui: "Don't you want to know who my wife is having dinner with?"

Li Yanzhou: "So?"

Pei Zigui: "Is there nothing I can say to you in a roundabout way?"

Li Yanzhou got into the car and locked himself in the driver's seat. The dark environment seemed to make him calmer.

I miss her more too.

The slender fingers typed a sentence on the screen: "Is she still planning to come back?"

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The restaurant was bustling with noise, and a few women had already been chatting about everything from deserted island variety shows to the latest new facial masks.

There was a large white wall in the restaurant. The movie projected on it had come to an end. The waiter switched the channel and it turned out to be a well-known talk show.

It's quite awkward to suddenly change from a romantic art film to a talk show.

However, when I saw the people who appeared on the projection screen and the reactions of the female customers present, everything seemed to be explained.

Jiang Ruoli and Xu Mengan's faces obviously changed, and they were ready to call the waiter to ask for a different movie.

Shen Zhiyan stopped them.

"It doesn't matter, it's all over."

Really... is it over? Jiang Ruoli and Xu Mengan looked at each other and said nothing, but chose to continue the previous topic.

"I just placed an order for that facial mask. I'll bring you some tomorrow when it arrives."

Shen Zhiyan teased Jiang Ruoli with a smile: "I have to go back to Paris tomorrow. What are your plans for me?"

"Hey! Express delivery is so advanced, there's nothing that can't be delivered."

Xu Mengan also took over the conversation, "Yes, yes, yes, I bought one last time..."

The chat continued, and Shen Zhiyan's smile remained unchanged. But her eyes involuntarily drifted towards the screen.

He looked the same, except that his cheeks seemed to have become thinner, making him look more stern and unapproachable.

For this kind of interview, he did not wear a suit, but a woolen cardigan, which slightly suppressed his hostility and alienation.

She recognized it at a glance. This woolen cardigan was the one she bought for him on the day he was kidnapped in Hong Kong City.

Li Yanzhou sat in his office, answering every question in a calm and composed manner. The camera was brought to his desk, where the photo frame was covered, making people curious about its true appearance.

When the host asked timidly, the man only said one word lightly.

"spouse."

As if afraid of being burned by his scorching gaze, Shen Zhiyan hurriedly looked away and rejoined the conversation with her sisters, as if she had never been distracted.

But her peripheral vision was unconsciously focused on the other side of the screen, and the man's familiar voice was trying hard to drill into her ears, like a magnet, desperately attracting her eyes.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Shen Zhiyan got up and left. When he passed by the screen, he looked up and saw the small object the man was playing with in his hand.

She gave him the lighter as compensation.

The black leather lighter has the letters YZ engraved on the bottom. In the picture, the place he keeps rubbing is exactly that place.

The waves kept coming one after another and continuously hit the most vulnerable part of her heart, as if to wash away her sanity and wash away her rationality.

Shen Zhiyan quickened her pace and ran to the bathroom.

The cold water splashed on my face, driving away the restless waves, and I finally became a little more sober.

"My flight is at midnight, so I guess I have to get ready for the airport now. Sorry, guys."

No one expected that Shen Zhiyan would suddenly say goodbye after coming out of the bathroom.

"Are you in such a hurry? Don't you want to go home and stay for a night? Your house on Yuhai Road..." Jiang Ruoli paused, "Someone cleans that house every week."

Shen Zhiyan forced a smile on her face. "I have a presentation the day after tomorrow, and I booked a flight for tonight before I came."

The implication is that this was not a sudden idea.

Although they felt regretful, Jiang Ruoli and Xu Mengan still sent Shen Zhiyan to the airport together.

Before leaving, Shen Zhiyan gave the two of them a big hug, and all three of them had reluctance in their eyes.

"Okay, I'll be back next year, very soon."

The question "Will you come back to Jiangcheng next year?" was stuck in my mouth and I didn't ask it out loud.

Looking at Shen Zhiyan's leaving back, Jiang Ruoli threw himself sadly into Pei Zigui's arms.

"Honey, I'm a little unhappy."

Pei Zigui hugged his pregnant wife and said in a very gentle tone: "Are you tired? Let me take you home?"

"I said I'm not happy!"

Pei Zigui pinched someone's angry lips and hugged the person towards the parking lot.

"Don't worry, she will come back."

Jiang Ruoli was surprised by the confident tone, and she asked back, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because Li Yanzhou won't accept this."

Pei Zigui helped the man into the car and walked towards the driver's seat. Jiang Ruoli's little mouth was still chattering with questions:

"But have the problems between them been resolved?"

"Even if Li Yanzhou doesn't care, Yanyan can't get over the hurdle in her heart?"

"Is Li Yanzhou going to use his old trick of forced love again?"

"Hey, please say something. I'm so anxious."

Pei Zigui couldn't help smiling. He leaned over to fasten the woman's seat belt and kissed her.

"I don't think it's necessarily forced love, but a crematorium. Well, forget about them. I see you ate a lot tonight. Do you want to go back and take a walk?"

Jiang Ruoli touched her already bulging belly and slapped the man on the chest.

"It's all your fault. You didn't stop me just now and kept feeding me!"

Being pregnant is annoying enough, and it’s even more annoying if you gain too much weight.

Pei Zigui calmly accepted the young lady's temper, "Okay, it's all my fault, you can beat me later."

Jiang Ruoli held the seat belt and snorted, "I won't fight. I'm not a violent person. Let's go home quickly!"

"As ordered."