Chatper 4 (1/2)

When Ji Ge came out, most of the people in Zhou's Manor had left, and it was not easy to take a taxi here. I am afraid that no one who came here would take a taxi.

It was a bit late, the black sky was full of stars, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, like a smiling face.

Ji Ge took off his ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes and held them in his hands. With his long hair hanging loose, he walked barefoot on the bluestone road. In this quiet night, there was no anxiety or calculation, and the long hair fluttered in the breeze. , she is like an elf in the night.

Song Haoming, who had been following Ji Ge all the time, was moved in his heart. He always knew that Ji Ge was beautiful, but the sight of her in front of him gave him a different feeling.

Due to hatred, he didn't take a serious look at his wife who had been married for three years. He only had his childhood sweetheart Luo Yuanyuan in his eyes. Ji Ge was never noisy and just played the role of Mrs. Song well.

Song Haoming was taken aback. In the early stage of preparing for divorce, why did he suddenly feel that his wife was getting better? No, no, no, Ji Ge's family is full of calculations, and he must have been confused by her.

After the reception, Song Haoming found out that Ji Ge had left, but when he called back home, there was no one there. He knew her car was broken down, and he was followed by her but lost. Luo Yuanyuan sent it back, but she was still waiting here.

After walking for a long time, Ji Ge's feet were a little rough. He sat on the side of the road and rubbed his feet. Looking at the blood blisters on his feet, Ji Ge laughed at himself. It really feels like no one loves you. not good.

A figure covered her head, blocking the faint moonlight, Ji Ge subconsciously held the high heels in his hand.

Hei Ying picked up Ji Ge, and Ji Ge picked up his high heels and was about to smash them down, but Song Haoming's voice came: "It's me." Ji Ge's hand was frozen in the air, Song Haoming, why is he here? ?

"What a coincidence, President Song, are you taking a walk here too?" Ji Ge teased Song Haoming. Could it be that this is another person who went out without taking medicine.

"Go back and explain where you have been." Song Haoming threw Ji Ge into the passenger seat with a dark face.

Song Haoming's car, Ji Ge, seldom rides, and he never picks her up. Ji Ge suspects that Song Haoming doesn't even know what kind of job she does.

Song Haoming ignited the fire, and saw the ring on Ji Singer, his hand paused, the whole auction knew that this ring was bought by Mu Sixiu, but now it is in his wife's hands , and his

The wife didn't have the diamond ring he bought her when they got married, only this abrupt ring.

Song Haoming grabbed Ji Ge's hand immediately: "What is this? Why is it in your hands."

"Song Haoming, did you not take your medicine tonight or did you take too much? I tolerate you because you are my husband, and soon you will be gone, so I can find someone else." Ji Ge earns, does not break free.

Song Haoming thought for a while, yes, he didn't seem to take medicine when he went out today, why did he suddenly care about his enemy's daughter. After thinking about it, Song Haoming let go, but he felt uncomfortable, thinking that his wife would be with other men, he felt uncomfortable.

"Ji Ge, let's go eat something." In the three years of marriage, they had eaten together more times than they could use up their hands.

"Okay." It happened that Ji Ge was also hungry. Since someone invited her to dinner, she was not hypocritical, and she only had a hundred yuan in her pocket.

Song Haoming drove to a hotpot restaurant. Ji Ge thought it was a coincidence that this was where he and his girlfriends often came. Could it be that Luo Yuanyuan also likes to come here?

Asked for a private room, Song Haoming sat down with Ji Ge in his arms, ordered food, Song Haoming went out again before the food was served, Ji Ge called him from behind: "If you want to leave, pay the money." Song Haoming's footsteps stopped , gone again.

After a while, the dishes came up, and Ji Ge asked the waiter: "Brother, did you pay when that person left?" Greet the eight generations of Song Haoming's ancestors in my heart.