Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

Next to the sink.

Wen Ze held Qingyue's hand and rinsed it under the faucet.

This was the first time Qingyue was so close to him since she became an adult. Her heart beat faster and faster, making her head buzz.

"Does it hurt? Or we should go to the hospital and get it bandaged."

Wen Ze looked at her.

Their eyes met, and Qingyue felt flustered.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Qingyue withdrew her hand and her face flushed slightly.

Wen Ze looked down at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, you don't have to suppress your emotions too much."

"what?"

Qingyue's face turned pale.

I thought my secret love was discovered.

"If you feel wronged, cry out loudly. If it hurts, shout out."

Wen Ze's eyes were calm, with a power that could heal people's hearts. "Your self-esteem is too strong, and you keep everything in your heart. This will cause you a lot of disadvantages."

Qingyue's eyelashes trembled, and her nose felt sore at what he said.

It turns out he knows her so well.

"I……"

Qingyue was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands. She asked cautiously, "Don't you like this kind of personality?"

Wen Ze laughed.

"You are too sensitive."

He raised his hand, and lightly touched the scar on her cheek with his fingertips. His eyes darkened. "Maybe it's because of it, right? But you took this knife for me. Why should you bear the consequences?"

There was a hint of sadness in his gentle eyes.

"Perhaps I owe you an apology after all these years."

Qingyue quickly grabbed his hand and shook her head, "Don't be sorry, I do!"

Wen Ze looked at her with deep eyes.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

"Cough cough!"

A sudden dry cough broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Qingyue turned her head and saw Zhao Duo standing not far away, and behind him, Sheng Yanzhou was walking towards her with his long legs.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, like a tiger hunting gracefully.

There was no expression on his handsome face, and his eyes lightly fell on Qingyue's hand holding Wen Ze's.

As if being electrocuted, Qingyue hurriedly let go of Wen Ze's hand and subconsciously took a step back.

Her action made Wen Ze frown slightly, and he looked at Qingyue with a questioning look.

"Let's go back to the banquet hall."

Sensing the danger keenly, Qingyue grabbed Wen Ze's sleeve and left.

After taking a few steps, Sheng Yanzhou said, "Stop."

It was a light voice, but it was full of intimidation.

Qingyue paused, turned around, and asked respectfully, "What do you want, Mr. Sheng?"

"come over."

Sheng Yanzhou looked at her indifferently.

Locked in his gaze, Qingyue felt like a fish in a net. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not move and could only wait to be ripped open.

"I still have to work."

She explained reluctantly.

"I asked you to come over."

Sheng Yanzhou's tone became heavier, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

Pursing her lips, Qingyue did not dare to disobey and walked towards him.

Just as he took half a step, he was stopped by Wen Ze.

"Are you afraid of him?"

Wen Ze's gaze flickered back and forth between Qingyue and Shengyanzhou, his eyes full of inquiry.

Qingyue's eyes suddenly turned red

She was afraid of implicating Wen Ze, so she shook her head, shook off his hand, and walked to Sheng Yanzhou.

The small figure looks even thinner against the tall figure of Sheng Yanzhou.

Sheng Yanzhou glanced at Wen Ze and turned away indifferently.

"Ms. Qingyue, please."

Zhao Duo stretched out his hand.

Qingyue lowered her head and followed Shengyanzhou. She didn't dare to look at Wenze, nor did she dare to imagine his expression.

When he reached the bend, Sheng Yanzhou stopped.

His eyes stayed on her face.

"Go wash the places he touched."

Qingyue subconsciously raised her hand and touched the scar on her cheek. The touch of Wen Ze's fingers just now was still so clear.

"Yes."

She was humble and very obedient.

Sheng Yanzhou's expression eased slightly, and he took a step closer, surrounding Qingyue with his strong aura.

"Don't let him touch you again, or I'll chop off his hands, not even a hair."

Sheng Yanzhou finished speaking and turned to leave.

Qingyue stood there for a long time and wanted to go back the same way, but he was afraid that Wen Ze would ask him about Shengyanzhou, so he had to go to another banquet hall.

She went to Liyuan after get off work in the evening.

I had to change subways several times on the way, and it was already very late when I arrived.

The bodyguard at the door recognized her and let her in directly. Qingyue walked through the beautiful courtyard and into the house, but did not see Zhao Duo and A Yao.

"Assistant Zhao?"

She shouted softly.

boom!

There was a slight sound coming from the side.

Qingyue walked towards the restaurant and saw Sheng Yanzhou sitting at the dining table drinking in the spotless restaurant.

"you are late."

He raised his handsome eyebrows and placed a full glass of wine on the glass table. "You deserve to be punished."

"I...can't drink."

Qingyue clasped her hands together, looking very reserved.

She had had many intimate acts with the man in front of her, but apart from those times, she knew nothing about him and was almost a stranger to him.

Sheng Yanzhou glanced at her and said, "Don't you want to drink?"

The threat is obvious.

Qingyue walked over and picked up the glass of wine, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her face.

She looked at Sheng Yanzhou pleadingly, but there was no trace of pity on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Qingyue drank the wine.

She drank too fast and the wine was too strong. After putting down the glass, she coughed violently and became dizzy. She almost fell down and quickly sat on a chair next to her.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Qingyue took it out and looked at it, then quickly hung up.

"Wen Ze hit him?"

Shengyanzhou raised an eyebrow.

"No."

Qingyue denied it.

The next second, the phone rang again.

Qingyue took out her cell phone again and was about to press the reject button when her phone was taken away.

Looking at the two words "Wen Ze" jumping on the screen, Sheng Yanzhou curled the corners of his lips and directly pressed the answer button.

"Hey."

The deep voice startled Wen Ze on the other end.

"You are……"

He wondered if he had made a mistake.

Sheng Yanzhou said calmly: "I am Sheng Yanzhou, are you looking for Qingyue?"

"Yes."

After a pause, Wen Ze answered.

Sheng Yanzhou handed the phone to Qingyue and motioned for her to answer it.

Qingyue didn't move at all, and the blood drained from her face the moment Shengyanzhou answered the phone.

She looked at Sheng Yanzhou in disbelief, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly whiskers, with small tears hanging on them from the spicy drink.

Seeing her like this, Sheng Yanzhou's breathing stagnated and his Adam's apple rolled.

Qingyue raised her heavy hand, held the phone, and put it to her ear: "Hello."

A soft sound, with a hoarse tone.

"You cried?"

Wen Ze was keenly aware of something, "Did Shengyanzhou bully you? Why is he with you? Qingyue, have you been wronged?"

His series of questions firmly hit Qingyue's heart.

"Tell me, Qingyue, have you been wronged? Don't keep everything in your heart."

Wen Ze, who was always gentle, suddenly spoke in a more serious tone.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because Qingyue had accumulated too many grievances during this period of time, her inner defenses collapsed in an instant.

"Brother Wen Ze, I..."

She called his name in a crying voice.

The next second, Sheng Yanzhou changed his sitting position, leaned back, and looked at her leisurely.

Qingyue woke up instantly.

"I am fine."

She hung up the phone carelessly, and fearing that Wen Ze would call again, she simply turned off her phone.

Sheng Yanzhou had no expression on his face and sat in a relaxed and leisurely posture, but Qingyue knew that he was angry.

Shengyanzhou was angry and the consequences were serious.

After hesitating for a moment, she stood up, walked to him, picked up the bottle and poured him some wine.

Shengyanzhou waved his hand.

With a bang, the bottle fell off and shattered on the ground.

Qingyue lowered her head, clenched the corner of her clothes with her fingertips, then took a deep breath, plucked up the courage to sit on Shengyanzhou's legs, and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck.