No love?
Yan Jili's face looked very gloomy.
"Okay." He gritted his teeth, picked up the water cup in front of him and took a swig.
Put it down again.
"Oh, right," Shen Zhiyi seemed to suddenly remember something, and said, "Grandma said she bought a piece of land for me and found a designer. She wants to discuss with me what to build."
"I should be going out frequently these days, so you don't need to report to me."
"You're so busy, we probably won't meet often."
Buy land?
Yan Jili looked at her.
Yes.
It was he who mentioned it to his grandmother as a place to hold their wedding.
She wants to use it to build a house?
The house is so big, isn't it enough for her to live in?
Or...
She doesn't want to stay with him?
Yan Jili looked gloomy.
My heart felt like a sponge soaked in ice water, sinking heavily into my abdomen.
The knuckles pinching the water cup slowly tightened and turned white.
He pondered over her deliberate distance and her total indifference.
The fluid that had just entered his chest was all because of this speculation, which turned it into a deep sea of anger, trapping him in it and making it difficult to let go.
He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment.
This feeling is too unfamiliar.
So much so that he couldn't find an appropriate word to define and describe it.
Having lost the case against Yan Jili, is it possible that he will lose to her too?
His brows furrowed.
It seems that he is unwilling to accept it and is unwilling to face his own downfall.
Yan Jili stood up suddenly.
"I'll sleep in the guest room these days," he turned his head, his solemn face thickening with coldness, "so as not to disturb your rest."
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes to look at him.
Yan Jili met her sharp gaze and his heart skipped a beat.
He forced himself to look away.
Shen Zhiyi tilted her head and stared at his expression, then said slowly: "Let's put up wallpaper in the room first. It's not suitable for living..."
Yan Jili's heart began to pound.
The cold and hard aura around him suddenly dissipated a little because of her words.
He smoothed the upward curve of his lips and turned to look at her.
"so……"
"So you sleep in the guest room on the first floor." Shen Zhiyi put down his quilt with a smile and turned to praise Zhang Ma.
"The porridge is delicious. Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang."
Aunt Zhang smiled awkwardly and waved her hand.
“Hehehe…”
"If Madam likes it, I will do it more often in the future."
She glanced at Yan Jili.
Suddenly startled.
The gentleman's expression looks like he wants to kill someone...
Yan Jili could clearly hear the joy that was about to rise in his chest, but it was suddenly extinguished by cold water.
Even the anger turned into a cold and eerie flame.
He heard a short, breathless laugh escape from his throat.
"Chen Zhiyi," he gritted his teeth, "This is the last time I will tolerate you."
He dragged the chair away with force, making a sharp sound, and walked away in big strides without even looking at her.
Shen Zhiyi put down her glasses, held her chin in her hands and looked at his back.
The tall silhouette was elongated by the light.
Broad shoulders, a lean waist and long legs, all wrapped in a well-tailored suit.
Neat and full of power.
It was like a powerful oil painting; even with her anger boiling inside her, she couldn't look away.
His steps were so heavy and ponderous that even the floor seemed unable to withstand his treads, emitting a dull groan.
She suddenly felt.
It is also very fun to stir up a stagnant pool of water and let more and more emotions surface.
He will get to know himself again.
She will also wait for the day when he personally says he loves her.
Shen Zhiyi picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth slowly.
…
At night.
Yan Jili half leaned on the bed in the guest room, holding a book, staring at the words on it silently.
Those precise words did not stir his thoughts and mind as usual.
䀴 is drifting unconsciously and being scattered.
Gradually, it formed into a deep and knowing smile...
He suddenly closed his eyes.
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