Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

"Yan Yan Yan?" With a warm smile on his face, he extended his arm towards her. "Come here."

Zhan Yan approached him step by step. Her every step felt like she was stepping on his heart, and it was soft yet painful. She stopped beside him, half a meter away from him, but it was not enough, not enough.

Ji Weiyang held onto her wrist, and with a slight use of strength, pulled her into his embrace. "Her slender fingers softly penetrated her fine, soft hair." "You rarely come to the company. What, you miss me?"

Zhan Yan lowered her gaze and spoke indifferently, "Xiangqing has been ganged up on."

Ji Weiyang's arm was wrapped around her waist, his smile never changing, but his eyes became colder, "So what?"

Zhan Yan pursed her lips tightly, her eyelids slowly raised as her clear eyes looked into his eyes that were as deep as the ocean. "Does this have anything to do with you, Viyan?" Her voice was very soft, and she even asked very carefully.

What is the truth