Chapter 106 Are you feeling wronged to marry me?

The car slowly moved to the side of the road, and the sound of the tires rolling over the road was particularly clear in the quiet cabin.

Zhou Yunjie looked outside through the car window. The sky was gradually getting dark, but she quickly realized that she had not arrived at Chen Garden.

She frowned slightly and was about to turn her head to ask Shen Zhiyu when she was suddenly grabbed by a warm hand.

The force wasn't strong, but it left her unable to move.

Shen Zhiyu turned his head, staring at her with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Marry me...are you wronged?"

Zhou Yunjie suddenly realized that what he had just said must have made him suspicious.

She looked at Shen Zhiyu's tense jawline, and her voice softened unconsciously: "Mr. Shen, that's not what I meant."

Hearing her still reserved address, the man's brows knitted tighter and his knuckles clenched slightly: "I said, you can call me by my name when there are no outsiders around." His tone was calm, but with an insistence that could not be refused.

Zhou Yunjie didn't answer, and the place where his wrist was held by him felt slightly hot.

She struggled but failed to break free, so she could only sigh softly and looked into his eyes sincerely: "I'm not wronged, really."

Shen Zhiyu's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if trying to discern the truth from her words.

a long time.

Zhou Yunjie finally heard his slow and cold voice, "Zhou Yunjie, you're not actually an obedient and sensible person at heart. You just know too well what you want."

"In the past, your family was wealthy, and you lived a well-behaved life. That's why you longed for reckless love, and that's why you challenged your parents. Later, you were left alone, with no one to turn to, so you bowed your head and compromised with me... Am I right?"

Zhou Yunjie remained silent.

It's not a pleasant feeling to have your inner self seen through by others.

At this moment, she felt like a commodity, naked in front of Shen Zhiyu.

He was criticized.

Fortunately, Shen Zhiyu didn't say anything else, started the car and drove away.

The two did not talk for the rest of the journey, and Zhou Yunjie just looked out the window quietly.

It was getting late, and the street lights lit up one by one. The bright neon lights spread on the car windows like a silent rain.

She suddenly remembered this time last year when she and Cheng Hongwei went to the suburbs to watch fireworks.

At that time, I was happy and full of tenderness.

Now, things have changed.

But the person who was riding in the same car with him had already changed his appearance.

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Chen Garden is located deep in the villa area on the outskirts of the city. Walking along the road, there are tall camphor trees all the way. From a distance, the end of the road looks like an ink painting.

The last time Zhou Yunjie left in a hurry, he didn't even have time to look up.

In my vague memory, there seemed to be only large expanses of neatly trimmed lawns and lush green plants, bathed in hazy light and shadow in the morning sun.

Looking at it again today, she realized that Chenyuan was the most beautiful Chinese-style villa she had ever seen.

In the night.

The gabled walls with their swooping eaves and angled corners were elegantly outlined under the warm yellow light, while delicate carved partitions dotted the green tiles and white walls. A hibiscus tree flanked the courtyard, its branches gently swaying in the night.

A soft light was cast from the house opposite, and the sound of a car was heard, and someone came out from inside.

Zhou Yunjie unbuckled her seat belt, feeling a little nervous, and stretched the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

Shen Zhiyu glanced at her and said, "This is Sister Mei, the nanny at home."

After saying that, he opened the car door with one hand and stepped out of the car. "I'm going to get something. You come down and wait for me."

Zhou Yunjie said "oh" and just as his fingers reached the car door, he felt something strange under his body.

A familiar warmth surged over her, and she hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, but she was a step too late.

In the dim light, a touch of moisture, different from the surrounding area, remained on the car seat.