Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

"It was he who arranged to send you out of the capital. That day in the church, you were wearing a blue wedding dress, and the man surnamed Tong put the ring on your finger..."

When he was talking to himself, Jian Yan seized the opportunity to punch him in the abdomen. When he was covering his abdomen with his pale face, she quickly pushed the door and left.

The voice behind him gnashed his teeth, "Jian Yan!"

She seemed to be running for her life.

He just rushed out, wiped his touched lips with the back of his hand, and ran desperately towards the stairs at the end of the floor.

Afraid of being caught up.

Jian Yao was in that mental state, if she stayed for one more second, he might strangle her to death. Moreover, he discovered that her real identity was not the original owner, which was simply a time bomb!

In the corridor, she felt she passed by a very familiar figure, who seemed to be making a phone call.

But she has no time for others.

The next moment, his arm was pulled by a force.

"what!"

Before she could even utter a short scream, her body was unstable and she was about to fall to the ground due to inertia, but she fell on the man's broad and steady chest.

The other person held her waist and she finally stabilized.

Jian Yan smelled the scent of cold white tea on him, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly raised her head to look - Tong Ruixiao!

The man's voice stopped abruptly when he saw her face: "Jian Yan, what are you doing——"

The two words "here" were like being chopped off by a dagger, cut off at the throat, leaving nothing behind.

Tong Ruixiao looked at the lipstick smeared ambiguously on the corner of her mouth, and the smile in his eyes froze inch by inch. The look of surprise and concern suddenly became deep and dark.

He remained silent for two seconds.

He seemed to have calmed down, steadied his trembling fingertips, suppressed the sudden volcanic eruption of emotions, and searched for a tissue in his pocket.

There was no tissue, only the expensive golden silk handkerchief used as decoration in the suit pocket. He used the handkerchief to carefully wipe the corners of her mouth, erasing the messy traces of smearing.

The movements are infinitely gentle, and the sounds are just like the movements.

"Who did this? Huh?"

The corridor seemed to reach the end. He glanced at the open door of Room A011, then calmly looked away.

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her, wiping them while asking, "Tell me who is in that room, okay?"

Just these few simple words, spoken so softly that they almost turned into goose feathers and flew away, were so gentle that Jian Yan felt creepy.

She was terrified and her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest.

How do I say this!

I didn't dare to meet his eyes.

She let him wipe the lipstick marks clean, clenching her teeth, unable to utter a word.

"Why are you rushing out like that?"

The man put the handkerchief into his pocket, tidied her coat, and smoothed out her messy hair, sighing softly.

“It’s not good for others to see.”

At this moment, a handsome man with long half-tied hair walked out of room A011. He had his hands in the pockets of his Chinese casual pants, leaning lazily against the door frame, looking over here.

The magnetic voice seemed to be full of sarcasm, "Yanyan, why did you take so long to go to the toilet?"

Jian Yan's pupils contracted and he suddenly looked up at Tong Ruixiao.

I found that he had already made eye contact with Jian Yao.

"Aren't you going to take me to meet some of your brothers?"

Tong Ruixiao retracted his gaze and looked at her with a smile, his elegance and gentleness concealing the gloom in his eyes, "Your brother is in Jiangcheng, I should at least do my best to be a good host."

"You're here to eat, isn't it important?"

The lipstick on Jian Yan's lips was wiped off, revealing her pale face. She desperately wanted to escape from Jian Yao, and was even more afraid that he would confront Tong Ruixiao.

The voice couldn't help but sound anxious.

"No hurry. I've already discussed the matter with Mr. Wang. I'll be with you when I have time." He smiled and took her hand, but froze for a moment when he felt that she was not wearing a ring, and immediately hid it again.

Under Jian Yao's cold gaze, Tong Ruixiao kept smiling and took her arm to walk in front of him.

"Boss Jian came to Jiangcheng, but I was not notified in time and was not able to accompany him. I only let Xiao Jian greet him by himself. I was not hospitable enough."

"That's not true, Mr. Tong. I was just passing through Jiangcheng on a business trip, and I remembered that my sister's birthday was today, so I specially set aside half a day to celebrate Yanyan's birthday."

The two men shook hands with a smile, like old friends who had met after a long separation. They seemed calm on the surface, but in reality they were doing it with great effort.

Jian Yan looked at the blue veins on the backs of the two men's hands and felt terrified and helpless. He wished he could disappear from this world immediately.

This kind of scene...

Is this task still achievable?

She walked into the private room again with Tong Ruixiao holding her hand, and heard him jokingly say, "Look, the dishes on this table are untouched. They must be waiting for me, right?"

Her heart felt cold.

Tong Ruixiao knew everything and he did it on purpose.

There were only two sets of tableware on the table, with no room for a third person.

It was such an obvious situation - the wife was caught cheating by her husband, but it became a secret because of the relationship with the third party.

"That's natural."

Jian Yao sat down, behaving like a nobleman, pretending to be polite. His phoenix eyes, which could not hide his imposing manner, also looked noble when he smiled.

He saw the man carefully and gently pull out a chair for the woman, while the latter looked at him and smiled back. This scene could be described as a perfect match.

A gloomy look flashed across his face.

"We both waited for you when you didn't come," Jian Yao said, "Yanyan, don't you think so?"

Jian Yan's hands resting on her knees were tense, her face was pale, and she did not answer him.

Tong Ruixiao raised his eyes to look at the man, and said with a smile, "Really?"

If others were looked at like this by him, they would surely be terrified, but the person sitting in front of him was Jian Yao, the famous and heroic heir of the Jian family, whose methods were as cruel as his heart.

He would just raise his glass, smile and say, "Yes."

If looks could kill, then in those few moments when their eyes met, both of them would have tortured each other countless times.

Jane Yan saw the bottle of brandy in front of her.

She poured herself a glass and smelled a hint of spiciness, which made her frown slightly. This was a strong liquor, with a much higher alcohol content than what she usually drank.

But he still brought it to his mouth and tilted his head back to drink it.

It's okay if the liquor is strong, she won't get drunk.

At this point, she drank some wine to relieve her anxiety and still managed to continue to pretend to be nice to the two people.

Just as she put the wine glass to her lower lips, the person next to her held her wrist and took the glass away.

She stared at him in a daze, but heard Jian Yao say quietly beside her: "I didn't even know that Director Tong had even deprived my sister of the right to drink? She can't live without alcohol."

"The hobbies of the past are all in the past. Of course, it's different now," Tong Ruixiao said calmly, looking at the wine in the glass. "Ms. Jian, you don't know that she has now given up the habit of drinking, which is harmful to her body."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jian Yao's face on the opposite side became noticeably gloomy.

Tong Ruixiao was talking about wine, but in fact he was hinting at him...

He hinted that everything that had happened between him and Jian Yan was a thing of the past and that she had become his wife, so he should not have any further thoughts about her!

hateful!

Tong Ruixiao saw that his face was so dark that it looked like ink was about to drip out. He sneered in his heart but did not show it on his face.