Butler Meng hurried to the door.
He changed his expression in a second, and said apologetically to the tall and stern Shen Mojin standing at the door of the villa, "Mr. Shen, Miss Gong is not here.
Do you want to... call her and ask?
Or go back and wait."
A hint of danger flashed across Shen Mojin's narrow black eyes.
He opened his thin lips and said, "Is Patriarch Meng here? I came here to visit Patriarch Meng."
Butler Meng's smile froze, "The master of the house isn't here either."
"Where are Madam Meng and the Meng family's daughter?"
“They haven’t come back yet.”
Shen Mojin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.
Butler Meng couldn't help but take a few steps back.
I sighed in my heart: This Mr. Shen is not easy to mess with.
"In that case, I'll wait for them to come back." After Shen Mojin finished speaking, he stood at the door like a sculpture.
Inside the villa restaurant.
Wuwang and Chi Jiujiu heard the conversation outside the house clearly.
Chi Jiujiu felt a little guilty.
She should have talked to Shen Mojin and met him when she came back.
But because he was worried that Wuwang and Shen Mojin would run into each other, Wuwang's inner demon's magic power increased rapidly, so he simply avoided Shen Mojin and came to the Meng family.
【Adong, I want to go out for a while. 】
I'm with you.
[No need, Dong. I'll be back after I talk to him for a few minutes.]
She put down her bowl and chopsticks and said softly to the head of the Meng family, "Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm going to go out and talk to my husband."
Chi Jiujiu put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and walked out of the villa gate.
Looking up, she suddenly saw Shen Mojin standing like a stone sculpture waiting for her, his luxurious black robe tinged with a hint of desolation and loneliness.
"Ajin, why are you here?"
Chi Jiujiu asked gently.
"Your husband wants to come and see you." Shen Mojin looked at her, his eyes full of concern. "Seeing you, I feel relieved."
Chi Jiujiu's heart moved.
She knew Shen Mojin's possessiveness and feelings towards her.
But she still has to fight against her inner demon Wuwangdu.
Now he can’t go with Shen Mojin, which irritates Wuwang.
She apologized, "Ajin, I'm sorry. Adong and I returned to Xia Country mainly to do some shopping and help the Liberian refugees.
We are preparing to go back again.
So I didn’t tell you when I came back this time.”
Shen Mojin nodded.
"I understand...Why don't you ask Wuwang to go back to Xia Country with you?" That way, he could see her every day.
Instead of just playing the video for a few minutes, and when the signal is poor.
I can only chat with her about daily life intermittently every day.
Chi Jiujiu smiled awkwardly: "Adong doesn't want to go back to Xia Country," [Ajin, can you wait for me? Once I have resolved Adong's inner demons, I will come back to find you.]
She transmitted the following words through her telepathy.
Shen Mojin said softly and magnetically, "Okay, I will wait for you. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you!"
His tone was firm, and his narrow eyes were full of tolerance and understanding.
Chi Jiujiu was deeply moved by this.
She bit her lip and said "hmm..." She didn't know what to say, so she could only use this simple syllable to respond to Shen Mojin's affection.
Shen Mojin stretched out his arms and gently wrapped them around Chi Jiujiu, holding her in his arms and enjoying a sweet moment.
Thinking of Wuwang in the house,
Chi Jiujiu did not push Shen Mojin away.
The father of her child is increasingly able to consider things from her perspective, and is becoming more reserved and calm in considering the overall situation.
In the past, Ajin would have drawn his sword and killed Wuwang.
"Ajin, you're so nice."
Chi Jiujiu rubbed her head against Shen Mojin's cold arms and said in a muffled voice.
Inside the house, Wuwang saw that Chi Jiujiu had not returned for almost half a quarter of an hour.
Listening to the two people reminiscing about the past, he couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the door of the villa.
But just as I stepped out of the door,
Wuwang saw Chi Jiujiu and Shen Mojin hugging each other tightly. His body froze and he couldn't help but put his hand on his chest, his brows furrowed.
"Stop making a fuss, I'm just catching up."
Wuwang comforted the manic inner demon.
Shen Mojin was indeed the person she fell in love with at first sight.
After so many years together, Jiujiu and that person still have such a good relationship, not tired of each other at all...
The more Wuwang looked at it, the more sour he felt.
The whole person felt like being drowned in a jar of vinegar, almost unable to breathe, and a feeling of jealousy rising from the bottom of my heart.
although…
His heart still hurts.
It hurts...
Ten, nine, eight, ....., five, four, three, two, one.
Ten seconds passed.
The two of them had their backs to him, still hugging each other, with no intention of letting go.
"Have you hugged enough?"
Wuwang growled at the two people hugging each other sweetly, his hands unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white.
He really hoped that person would disappear forever.
"Ah!" Chi Jiujiu was startled.
She quickly let go of Shen Mojin, and when she turned around, she saw Wuwang's face was very gloomy.
"Ajin, go back and take care of yourself."
Shen Mojin nodded, "You too, protect yourself."
Don't let him bully you.
Chi Jiujiu turned around and left with Wuwang. Shen Mojin looked at Chi Jiujiu's receding back for a long time without taking his eyes off her.
The murderous intent towards Wuwang in his dark eyes could no longer be concealed.
Chi Jiujiu returned to the house.
In the exquisite restaurant, Patriarch Meng and Madam Meng had questioning expressions, Meng Xuxin was puzzled, and Young Master Meng's face was full of gossip.
Patriarch Meng asked tentatively, "Jiujiu, what's the situation between you and Mr. Shen now?"
His subtext was to ask whether Chi Jiujiu was divorced.
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