Chapter 24

impossible.

Because Jiang Zhoumo knows Cheng Ci, and he has witnessed the whole love between her and Cheng CI. With this, she will never be with him.

Jiang Zhoumo locked her firmly.

She is his university student sister. They had good memories in London. He watched her change little by little, debating, participating in moot court, participating in legal aid, giving speeches and dancing. She became more and more beautiful. Unfortunately, that beauty never belonged to him.

She is always in Cheng Ci's arms.

In the Boulevard, she lies on Cheng Ci's back; in the campus lane, she sits on Cheng Ci's bicycle and laughs.

Every time she wins a prize and gets off the stage, the first thing she does is to fly into Cheng Ci's arms like a lovely butterfly. Cheng CI lets her fly, just to be her backup forever, waiting for her return.

Jiang Zhoumo first looked down upon the girl from the countryside, with rustic and self abasement. However, after a long time, he found that his eyes would be attracted by the girl from time to time. When he realized that something was wrong, it was too late.

She is Cheng Ci's girl, and won't belong to him.

But Cheng CI left. Why, why didn't he have a chance? He was kicked out of the game for no reason.

In those two years, he knew that she didn't want to see him, and even hated him, so he gave her time, not to disturb, but unexpectedly, in the twinkling of an eye, she married someone else.

The metaphor only stopped for a while, then pushed his chest open. This is the banquet. She can't lose her manners.

As soon as they separated, they heard the cold male voice with a little irony behind them.

"Metaphor, in public, pay attention to influence."

Yu Yu was surprised and subconsciously turned his head, but stepped on his dress corner and fell back uncontrollably.

Jiang Zhoumo took a few steps forward and held the simile on his chest, and the back of the simile was close to Jiang Zhoumo's chest.

Yu raised his eyes and fell into Lu Yan's silent and cold eyes.

Lu Yan's face projected the lights of the banquet hall. His long eyelashes were under his eyes. It was a cold shadow. Because he was tall, he blocked half the light and shadow. His handsome face was bright and gloomy.

He twisted his eyebrows and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a little harsh.

Is he too indulgent.

In the world, where is there such a good thing, so that the plot to marry him, do not have to pay the rest of the price, but also with other men, you Nong I Nong?

The metaphor only relies on Jiang Zhoumo to straighten up in an instant.

Lu Yan looked at her for a while, took back his sight and gently pulled his lips: "come here."

In an imperative tone, Jiang Zhoumo frowned. He grabbed Yu's wrist and controlled her.

Metaphor struggles, but does not struggle.

Lu Yan raised his eyes, deep socket, light voice: "Jiang Shao, I don't know what you want to do with my wife?"

Hearing this sentence, the simile was slightly surprised.

Jiang Zhoumo's fingers slowly tightened: "Lu Shao and your wife have some friendship, we all know, why do you drag people now?"

Lu Yan was amused. There was a thick satire in his eyes and eyebrows. His voice was quite calm: "I'm dragging people? Jiang Shao, why don't you ask, who is pestering me, eh

With impatient eyes, he shrouded in the words: "Mrs. Lu, why don't you tell Mr. Jiang?"

Yu's fingers hanging on her side clenched her skirt and bit her lips. She was afraid that Jiang Zhoumo would say something she shouldn't say. She didn't want Lu Yan to know about Cheng CI.

She looked at Jiang Zhoumo, and there was a cry in her eyes, as well as a feeling of Indescribability.

Lu Yan didn't know what happened to the sudden acid swelling on his chest.

His eyes were completely cold. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and lost his patience. His whole body exuded a sense of coldness. Staring at the words, he was like a snake aiming at the prey. It was rare for him to bring some interest.

He also grabbed the hand of the words, with a little effort.

The sudden pain makes Yu wring his eyebrows, as if he was strangled.

Lu Yan saw her pain, his chest discomfort, it seems that just scattered.

He really indulged this woman.

What he said last time was different. He didn't ask her to green him. Which man can stand the color of forgiveness? Last night, she even slapped him.

Jiang Zhoumo let go of the metaphor first, his eyes emerged gentle and cherish, and there are contradictions and unwilling.

Welsh, the host of the banquet, saw the three people coming with their glasses. He was followed by a waiter. He laughed and motioned for several people to drink.

Metaphor pulled smile, took the wine, sipped down.

It was Welsh who drew the line between Yanyu and Jiang Zhoumo. He laughed: "Yan, do you like Zhoumo? He's a gentleman, very good

Just as Yanyu wanted to say something, Lu Yan also sipped the red wine. His deep eyes were silver and frosty under the light.He spoke slowly: "I don't like words."

A few people all one Zheng.

Welsh is to pick eyebrow: "what?"

Lu Yan's lip radian is shallow, he is not smiling: "Welsh, speech is not only the legal affairs of the company, she has another identity."

Wales is interested.

Lu Yan stopped, smiling: "my wife."

As soon as her pupils shrink, she did not expect that Lu Yan would take the initiative to admit her identity in front of such an important business partner.

Jiang Zhoumo also tightened the lines of his chin, especially cold and hard. His usual mild, little by little scattered, covered with frost, he clenched his fist.

Welsh was really surprised, but he knew that Lu Yan would not make fun of such things, but he also wondered why the couple behaved so strangely?

But then he thought, maybe the couple had a fight.

He said: "Lu, women need to be coaxed. Why don't you stay at my manor tonight? I have a lot of good wine. Come on

Jiang Zhoumo couldn't get close to the words alone.

Welsh's wife accompanied by the metaphor. She was elegant and good at wine tasting. She liked to talk about wine with people most. The metaphor followed her around. She poured a lot of wine into her stomach and felt dizzy.

Her white skin was flushed, her eyes were like water, gentle and misty, and she seemed to be in a maze.

"Sorry, I may be a little drunk. Your wine is great."

His wife's eyes curved, some pity: "ah, I still have several that you haven't drunk."

The final result is that at the end of the dinner, Yu can't stand steadily. She is forced to hold on, with a smile on her face, but her mind is a mess, and she can't remember anything. She is red all over, and her cheeks are burning.