love you deeply

Yu Zhitong's words became softer and softer, but the meaning in the words became more piercing.

"Stop speaking for her. No matter what you say, it's her fault to do it."

Listening to Yu Zhitong's words, Lu Youyan thought of Ji Nanqiao crying in Cheng Shishi's arms just before the elevator doors closed, and felt a little irritable.

Reaching out to unbutton a shirt, Lu Youyan subconsciously wanted to stand up.

"Take a break. The company still has things to deal with. I'll go back first and pick you up later."

"Yuyan, I did say something too much to Nan Qiao just now, can you say sorry to her for me?" Seeing that he was about to leave, Yu Zhitong reached out and squeezed his hand tightly, watching him take A little begging out loud.

Seeing Lu Youyan looking over, Yu Zhitong sighed softly, and then said, "Just now at the leisure area, I heard that Miss Cheng was giving Nan Qiao an idea, saying that she should pretend to have cancer , let her win your sympathy, so that no matter what she does, you won't blame her."

"I was really angry when I heard that. I know you treat her like a younger sister. If she really told you that, what should you worry about? I couldn't hold back, and rushed over to scold her. , and want to pull her to explain it clearly to you, lest she use this trick to deceive you in the future."

"She probably pushed me so hard because she was really anxious..."

As Yu Zhitong said, she glanced at the scar on her arm, and tears filled her eyes in an instant, "In the end, I'm too small-minded. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if she really lied to you like this, you will be so distressed that you will die." Don't divorce her, I'm afraid you don't want me..."
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After returning to the office, Lu Youyan's mind was still full of Yu Zhitong's words.

Reminiscent of when she ran into Ji Nanqiao in the hospital before, she once said that she was terminally ill, and the ignorance in Lu Youyan's heart burned for no reason.

While arguing about getting a divorce and staying and flying with Gu Ziqian, while pretending to be sick to gain sympathy, what exactly does Ji Nanqiao want to do?
The more Lu Youyan thought about it, the more upset he became, and he threw all the documents on the table to the ground.

The loud noise startled Yu Bai who was at the door, and Yu Bai hurriedly knocked on the door and walked in, fearing that something might happen inside.

When he saw the materials all over the floor, cold sweat broke out on Yu Bai's forehead, wishing he could disappear in place.

"It's just in time, go and call out the surveillance in the elevator room today."

"Yes." Yu Bairu was amnesty, and walked out quickly in response.

The surveillance video in the elevator room was quickly uploaded to Lu Youyan's computer.

In the picture, it is indeed Yu Zhitong who is pulling Ji Nanqiao into the elevator, and it is indeed Ji Nanqiao pushing her.

Everything was almost the same as what Yu Zhitong described.

'boom! Lu Youyan shut down the computer, feeling extremely depressed.
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night.

Ji Nanqiao has been busy since returning home, cooking a sumptuous dinner, which is Lu Youyan's favorite.

In the past two years, in this nominal married life, the most successful thing she did was to grab Lu Youyan's stomach.

Only when Ji Nanqiao sat face to face with him at the dining table did Ji Nanqiao feel that they really looked like a couple.

But today, she wanted to have a good talk with Lu Youyan, so she spent time and effort cooking such a table, hoping that he would save time for herself and let her speak clearly.

But seeing the time passing by little by little, and the dishes were hot again and again, he still didn't come back after all.

At the moment when the hour hand passed twelve o'clock, Ji Nanqiao reached out to touch the already cold food, took the chopsticks, and ate alone.

The cold meal made her choke and cough, and blood mixed with tears dripped into the rice bowl, which finally made Ji Nanqiao lose her appetite.

After carefully cleaning the bowls he had used, Ji Nanqiao looked at a table of dishes that had hardly been touched before turning around and walking upstairs.
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in the apartment.

Lu Youyan raised his hand and glanced at the time. Seeing that it was already twelve o'clock, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Originally, he wanted to leave after sending Yu Zhitong back, but Yu Zhitong kept crying and said that the wound hurt so much after the anesthetic wore off, so he stayed with him until this point.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Youyan still said, "Zhitong, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

The word "go back" unintentionally hurt Yu Zhitong.

Tears filled her eyes, Yu Zhitong stood up with support, and nodded obediently, "Well, Nan Qiao must be feeling very uncomfortable today, you should go back and be with her."

As Yu Zhitong spoke, he took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Youyan looked at her like this, but still couldn't hold back and asked, "The wound hurts badly?"

"It should be on the shoulder side. The coffee was hot in the morning."

As Yu Zhitong said, she gently lowered her clothes, and a burn on her shoulder immediately appeared in front of Lu Youyan.

"Why is it so hot?"

Seeing that the scalded area had blisters, Lu Youyan's face suddenly changed.

"I was too anxious in the morning, so I only rushed to the burn on my hand, and didn't treat the burn on my shoulder. I didn't expect it to be so serious." Yu Zhitong looked at Lu Youyan and said softly, with a look on his face when he said this. With a gentle smile, "But seeing you worry about me so much, I think it's worth all the hardships."

"Zhitong..." Lu Youyan looked at her like this, and sighed softly, but in the end he still couldn't make it.

After taking her to the hospital for treatment, it was already past two o'clock in the morning when she returned to the apartment.

Yu Zhitong coquettishly refused to let him go, so Lu Youyan finally lay down on the sofa with all her clothes on.

Seeing his alienated appearance, Yu Zhitong had tears in his eyes, "You Yan, do you dislike me?"

"How come, don't think about it..."

Lu Youyan reached out and pinched the center of his eyebrows, but his mind was full of what he said to Ji Nanqiao at the door of the hotel.

And Ji Nanqiao's phrase "fourth brother only allows the state officials to set fires, but not the common people to light lamps"?

Feeling a little confused, looking up at Yu Zhitong standing there looking at herself with aggrieved face, Lu Youyan could only say again, "After all, Ji Nanqiao and I are still married, it's not fair to you, Zhitong, Can you understand?"

"I understand." Yu Zhitong forced a smile, turned around and walked back to the room.
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After a sleepless night, Yu Zhitong sat on the bed with complicated thoughts in her mind.

The feeling of not being able to catch Lu Youyan made her a little crazy.

Seeing the sky getting brighter outside, Yu Zhitong gently opened the door of the room and walked out slowly.

Looking at Lu Youyan lying on the sofa, Yu Zhitong tightly gripped the phone in his hand, leaned over slowly, and then adjusted the angle to take a profile photo of himself and Lu Youyan leaning together.