good morning little wife

Chapter 295 Yan Jue I Miss You (3)
In other words, Sheng Mingjun hasn't been home at all recently.

"You can choose to divorce." Sheng Mingjun withdrew his hand and said coldly.

Seeing this, Lin Jieyu laughed at herself. In the beginning, she even made a fuss at home in order to attract his attention. This way she got a little bit of poor attention.Later, it was discovered that he didn't even return home, what else could she do?
Lin Jieyu didn't make a big fuss today, she always reminded herself that this is the company.She is not only the daughter of the Lin family, but also the wife of the famous Jun. As long as she quarrels with him in the office, it might be on the news tomorrow.

It is common for husband and wife to quarrel, but he doesn't need to care, but she doesn't want to announce her unhappiness to the world.In the end, Lin Jieyu swallowed the pain in his mouth forcefully. While feeling powerless, he also felt extremely pitiful. He turned and walked out of the office without even hearing the secretary talking to her.

Some people are just like that, they will miss and worry if they don't see it, but they can only end up in this way masochistically when they see it.

Sheng Mingjun felt a little surprised that she left so easily today, but apart from Sheng Xia, there was no woman worth his attention, so he quickly left her behind.

After Lin Jieyu got out of Sheng's, he opened the car door and got into the driver's cab.She didn't drive away in a hurry, but took out her mobile phone and started making calls.

At that time, the Ferrari in midsummer left Sheng's Building and was driving on the bustling street when the cell phone rang suddenly in the car. She glanced at the caller ID and cut off the phone decisively.

Lin Jieyu's call at this time must be condemning and insulting, and she is not in the mood to listen to it.

When Lin Jieyu heard the mechanical female voice coming from the microphone: The call you dialed could not be connected, he smashed the phone on the glass in a fit of anger.

Midsummer, that bitch!

-- Divider --

At that time, after Sheng Xia threw the phone back into the passenger seat, the red Ferrari continued on its way, letting the scenery flash past outside the window.After driving for an unknown amount of time, I finally stepped on the brakes on a relatively secluded street.

It was clearly midsummer, and the sun was shining outside the car, but her heart was like this "deserted" street, and she felt lonely like never before.After holding the steering wheel and watching for a long time, he finally dialed Yan Jue's number.

The call was quickly answered, but there was a faint voice on the other end, as if discussing something.

"In a meeting?" She couldn't help asking, only then realized that because of her emotions, he might have interrupted his meeting.

"It's okay, you tell me." Yan Jue responded, signaling for the meeting to continue, while walking into another room holding the phone.It wasn't until the background of the phone was completely quiet that Yan Jue called out, "Midsummer?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask if your side is going well?" Sheng Xia said.

In fact, I don't know what to say, after all, the two just broke up in the morning, but I really want to hear his voice at this time.

"Successful." Yan Jue replied, although there were only two words, one could still hear that he was in a happy mood.

It's the kind of joy that people miss.

"That's good." Sheng Xia said.

Although there are only three words, there is still some depression that cannot be concealed.

Yan Jue caught it and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

It was only then that Sheng Xia realized what she had done, a smile curled up on the corner of her lips, her tone became relaxed, and she seemed to be acting like a baby, and said, "It's nothing, I just miss you."

At that time, Yan Jue looked out the window at the strange street scene with an exotic style, and the words "I miss you" entered into my ears through the microphone.We only parted each other early in the morning, but it still touched my heart, itching, which made people feel touched.

(End of this chapter)