C9 Ziyue Yige Cares about You

"Long time no see. "

Su Ziyue's voice did not have any emotions. She just subconsciously pinched her hands to wake herself up.

Qin Muchen looked at his empty arm and his deep eyes flashed. He pursed his lips.

A trace of hostility flashed on his face, but it quickly disappeared. His speed was so fast that no one noticed.

"Yue, don't you want to introduce this gentleman?"

Qin Muchen naturally put his arm around Su Ziyue's shoulder and even reached out to help her pull out the long curly hair that was scattered on her chest. It looked very intimate.

The "Yue" that he called out made Su Ziyue somewhat stunned. Ever since her father was imprisoned, no one had called her like this.

Su Ziyue turned her head and saw Qin Muchen's expressionless face. Only then did she remember that this was her newly released husband.

And she and the man opposite, would never. . .

Because she had been troubled by Su family all these years, Su Ziyue grew up very quickly. She also had a strong ability to control her emotions.

When she turned back to look at the man standing opposite her, her eyes were clear and clean. "This is the young master of Gong Family, Gong Zeyang. "

After that, she turned to look at Gong Zeyang. She slightly tilted her body and leaned into Qin Muchen's arms. She said with a smile, "This is my husband, Qin Muchen. "

Gong Zeyang looked at Su Ziyue with shock. "Ziyue, are you joking?"

He had been a little busy recently. He had been away for a business trip some time ago. He heard that Su Ziyue had returned to the country. He had not finished his work when he rushed back. He did not expect Su Ziyue to get married. He had never heard of it before.

"Zeyang!"

Su Yige called Gong Zeyang and walked over quickly. She did not even care about her usual quiet and dignified manner.

She saw Su Ziyue from afar. She did not expect to meet her even when she was shopping!

"Zeyang, didn't you say you still want to pick clothes? Why did you come to the main hall? I looked for you for a long time. " Su Yige walked to Gong Zeyang's side and pulled on his sleeve. Her face was full of grievance. She looked like she felt sorry for him.

Gong Zeyang saw this and quickly lowered his head to hold her hand. He touched her face to comfort her. "I'm sorry. I just felt a little hot inside and wanted to come out to get some fresh air. "

Su Yige was like a little girl who got candy and immediately smiled. She turned her head and pretended to be surprised at Su Ziyue, "Ziyue is also here? Why didn't you say that you wanted to buy clothes in advance? Zeyang just came back and we can bring you along. "

Seeing Su Yige like this, Su Ziyue really wanted to tear her face apart, but she still held it in.

Su Ziyue's hand unconsciously grabbed Qin Muchen's cuff button. Her eyes fell on Gong Zeyang and Su Yige's hands, which were intertwined with each other.

She then looked away. "No need. We are newlyweds. We don't like to have other people by our side. "

Only then did Su Yige notice the man beside Su Ziyue and her expression changed slightly.

It was actually that handsome man who slept with Su Ziyue the entire night and took the initiative to talk to him but he did not appreciate it.

"Ziyue, Yige is concerned about you. . . " Gong Zeyang did not really like Su Ziyue using this kind of unfamiliar tone to speak. The matter of her marriage had already made him believe it.

Su Yige was indeed very concerned about her. She always wanted to let her live a little more miserable.

"Let's go. " Su Ziyue lifted her head to look at Qin Muchen. There was some tiredness in her eyes and there was a faint pleading look in her eyes.

Qin Muchen did not say much. He only nodded and took her away with big steps.

"Zeyang, look at her. She still has the same temper. She also doesn't know how to cherish herself. She casually and casually with a man. . . "

Su Yige's eyes turned red as she spoke. It was as if she was really a worried and mischievous sister who could do nothing about it.

Gong Zeyang's face darkened, "What happened?"

Su Yige looked at his gloomy face and lowered her head to cover the coldness in her eyes. Her voice was stuttering. "It's nothing, just. . . "