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Things gradually made strange progress.
First of all, Zhuoyang appears in my life more and more often. Although he is no longer as persistent as before, it is obvious that we have more chances to meet by chance.
I couldn't guard against him. No matter how hard I tried to avoid him, he always caught me in the end.
However, there were some differences. For example, Zhuo Yang was no longer polite and gentle, but chatted with me casually, and occasionally came over to kiss me. Before I could slap him in anger, he had already moved away with an innocent look on his face.
This is the kind of man he is, shameless and extremely despicable.
I really have no way to deal with him.
The transformation on Song Yu's mother's side is somewhat similar to Zhuo Yang's. Ever since Song Yu made that loud announcement downstairs of my house, Mrs. Song seems to have become more patient with me.
When she has nothing to do, she will ask me to go out for tea, and occasionally go back to go shopping and have a facial.
On the surface, she seemed to approve of us.
But in fact, I know that she still doesn't like me, she is just forcing herself to like me.
I know she works very hard, which may be related to what Song Yu did behind her.
Because of this effort, I didn't want to waste time, so every time I went out, I tried my best to act like a good girl in front of Mrs. Song.
Few people in their circle knew about the relationship between Song Yu and me. Mrs. Song sent me a dress that day and invited me to a dinner party at their house.
As I touched the champagne-colored off-shoulder evening gown with a long tail, I couldn't help but think happily that this was a sign of approval from the Song family.
only…
I was thinking too simply after all.
Some people don't like you, and no matter what you do, they won't change their mind.
Li Ruobing seemed surprised that I was invited, but she was only surprised for a moment and then nodded in understanding, "I guess you've figured it out... But it's okay, there are a lot of guests today, if you behave well, it shouldn't be a problem..."
But…
When I got there, I still found it a bit awkward.
Song Yu had something to do in Yizhou and couldn't come back. Mrs. Song left me aside when I arrived at the hall.
She didn't seem to have any intention of introducing my identity to others. I felt a little embarrassed and thought it would be better not to come.
At this time, Zhuo's mother saw me, walked up to me and held my hand enthusiastically.
"Hey, Anyue, are you here too?"
Not only did I come, but Zhuoyang came too.
Looking at Zhuo Yang in a well-tailored black suit on the dance floor, I laughed dryly at Zhuo's mother, "Yes, Auntie, you are here too..."
Zhuo's mother seemed to be in a good mood today and talked a lot to me.
"Oh, I feel a little dizzy. Can you come upstairs with me?"
I glanced at Mrs. Song who was greeting guests in the hall. It seemed that she would not pay attention to me for a while. After thinking about it, I finally helped Zhuo's mother upstairs.
However, as soon as we got upstairs, Zhuo's mother returned to normal, holding my hand and saying all kinds of good things about Zhuo Yang.
I heard everything in my heart, but in the end, despite her efforts to bring them together, I shook my head decisively.
"Auntie...we...we are really divorced."
I actually don’t understand. When Zhuo Yang and I were together, they seemed to be very opposed to it. Why are they trying so hard to bring us together now
not understand…
I really don't understand.
"You must be curious about why I would match you with Xiao Yang?"
Before I could ask the question in my mind, Zhuo's mother had already let go of my hand and stood up.
"To be honest, you are not a good daughter-in-law, let alone a good wife. But... I am a good mother. I will try my best to help my son get what he wants... Besides... you and Xiao Yang have been together for seven years, can you just give up? Life is so short, just a few decades, think about how many seven years there are in a lifetime... An Yue..." Zhuo's mother looked at me earnestly, her eyes full of hope, "An Yue... have you really decided to leave our Xiao Yang... and go to another man? Even if that man's side is not a smooth road... An Yue... why do you have to take such a rugged path instead of the smooth road?"
To be honest, I have thought about getting back together with Zhuo Yang.
However, whenever I have such a thought in my mind, some emotions always arise in my mind, and these emotions block me from thinking about it.
I even think the old saying is true.
It is better to forget each other than to support each other.
People who love each other may not necessarily be suitable to be together.
“We’re not a good match.”
In the end, I just shook my head lightly and gave Zhuo's mother an accurate answer.
It made her completely give up hope, and so did I.
"Forget it, you are just so stubborn, didn't anyone tell you that it's not good for a woman to be too stubborn?"
I still smiled, "Aunt, are you still dizzy? Do you want me to pour you a glass of juice?"
"Okay." Zhuo's mother smiled, "I want grapefruit juice."
After talking for a long time, I felt a little thirsty. Just as I brought the grapefruit juice, Mrs. Song came over.
"Please stay for a while, Ayu will be back soon."
"… good."
I had a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart, but when I thought that this person was the mother of my future man, I had to put on a smile.
"Okay, I'll go upstairs first."
"Yeah." Mrs. Song nodded. She didn't know what she was thinking of, but she suddenly turned around and said, "You've been busy all night and you've worked hard. Have some orange juice. Girls shouldn't drink alcohol."
As she spoke, Mrs. Song took away the cocktail I had gotten for herself and replaced it with a glass of orange juice.
I was a little surprised by Mrs. Song's sudden show of goodwill. I was stunned for a moment and then nodded.
When I went upstairs, I was still wondering why Mrs. Song had been so repetitive during this period of time. But before I could figure it out, the orange juice in my hand had been snatched away and someone drank it.
“Hmm… it tastes good.”
Without looking up, I knew the person coming was Zhuo Yang.
You should know that although Mrs. Song has not explained my identity, I already have a specific identity in my heart. As Song Yu's fiancée, how can I be involved with Zhuo Yang at the Song family's dinner
I snatched the orange juice from Zhuo Yang's hand and glared at him unhappily.
"Go away, your mother is still in there."
"Oh... is that so?" Zhuo Yang raised his eyebrows, "Orange juice is still too sweet, grapefruit juice seems to be better."
After saying that, he snatched the grapefruit juice from my hand, took a sip, and then looked at me with a satisfied look on his face.
“…” I have nothing to say.
"What's wrong? Are you angry? You weren't such a petty person before?"
"Stay away from me." I immediately put on a shamefaced expression. When I opened the door, Zhuo's mother was no longer there. I now suspected that even Zhuo Yang was called by her.
In anger, I didn't care and picked up the glass of cold orange juice and drank it in one gulp. Only then did the burning feeling in my heart slowly die down.
He turned around, put his hands on his hips, and looked very impatient.
"What do you want to do?"
Zhuo Yang became more and more shameless, and came over to hug my waist, "It's okay, I just missed you, do you miss me?"
I shook off my goosebumps. "You are crazy... Do you know what you are talking about?" Did he drink again? That's why he is talking nonsense.
"I'm serious." Zhuo Yang's hands were already around my waist, and he pulled me into his arms, moving closer to me in an intimate tone.
"You have no conscience. Don't you really miss me at all?" Zhuo Yang said as he gently slid his index finger down from under my neck to the bulging chest.
This old rascal! He gets more rascally as he gets older.
I opened his pig's trotter and turned to walk out.
"rogue."
Zhuo Yang grabbed my hand from behind and pushed me forward fiercely. I didn't stand firm and was pushed down on the door. The cold door made me tremble a little. I turned around and glared at the man with a smug smile behind me.
"Do you really want me to scream for help?"
"I don't mind you calling me Yamedie."
"… "
Hold!
He became more and more shameless as he spoke. I turned around and wanted to slap the man, but his palm was easily caught in mid-air and he took a bite of it.
"Well... you are still so wild... remember? You like me to be wild the most..."
Holding my hand, he pushed his body forward.
Through the thin cloth, he and I were so close that there was no air between us.
I could feel his surging desire, pressing against me deeply and predatorily, ready to make his move.
No matter how thick-skinned I am, I couldn't stand the shameless and unscrupulous teasing of an old rogue. My face turned red and the first thing I opened my mouth was to cry for help.
"You really screamed..." Zhuo Yang covered my mouth and bit my snow-white neck at the same time, "You are so heartless... I don't even mind being your secret lover... You are so heartless..."
"…" Who wanted him to be my underground lover! Bastard, I pushed him left and right, using my hands to hit him. He seemed to relax in pain, and I took advantage of the opportunity to get out of the door frantically.
But he quickly caught me in his arms and bit my snow-white breast through my thin dress.
My whole body froze, and so did he.
"vacuum?"
He looked at me in disbelief, his deep eyes sparkling in the dim light. I was so angry that I just wanted to slap him away, but he grabbed my hand and reached down clumsily.
"If I'm guessing correctly... below..."
Because the dress was so tight, I wore a thong underneath.
But I will never tell him, let alone let him touch it.
"Zhuo Yang..." I smiled softly, stopped struggling, blinked my eyes, and said with silent temptation, "Do you really want it?"
It seemed like he hadn't seen me smiling sweetly for a long time, and Zhuoyang's face was dull for a moment.
His body was as stunned as his face.
and-
Right now.
I lifted my skirt decisively, bent my long legs slightly, and touched the ground with my toes. Now—
Hit the target with one strike.