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The way they ate made Song Jiayin feel that she was sitting on pins and needles.

Wu Zihao was looking at her strangely every now and then, and he would even have to endure Jing Li Chen's teasing from time to time on the table. It was very torturous for her.

Whenever she thought of her university teacher becoming her husband, she would always have an indescribable feeling of strangeness.

Gong Yichen was indeed an almost perfect man, with delicate features. His figure and family position that made people envious were the dream feelings of many girls. Person.

But she felt that no matter how he looked at it, Gong Yichen was her teacher! Even with the marriage certificate, she couldn't believe it was true.

With so much trouble on her mind, she sighed and put down her chopsticks.

Song Jiayin said to Gong Yichen in a low voice, "I'm going to the washroom."

Without waiting for Gong Yichen's response, she had already stood up and walked in the direction of the door.

Gong Yichen squinted but did not say anything.

He couldn't take away the isolated space that Song Jiayin took the initiative to ask for.

He slanted his eyes to look at Wu Zihao, who was beside him, and his eyes became even colder. Presumably, he wouldn't be able to hold back after a while.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Jiayin stepped out of the room, she immediately used the excuse of "going to the washroom" and followed behind Song Jiayin.

"Song Jiayin!" He stopped Song Jiayin who was still in the corridor, his expression was gloomy.

He was suddenly bullied by someone. Pulling on his wrist, Song Jiayin's eyebrows tightly knitted, subconsciously wanting to struggle free from his grasp.

Only, in exchange, Wu Zihao used even more force to grip her wrist tightly in his hand.

"Don't even think about leaving. Are you here to mess with me? Awesome, shouldn't I call you Aunt now? " Wu Zihao snorted, his tone was strange, making people uncomfortable.

Song Jiayin ruthlessly shook off his hand: "You're pinching me! I didn't do anything to you! "

Rubbing the spot where she had been pinched, her delicate skin could not withstand such violent treatment. It was already a big patch of red, a very frightening blood-red.

"If you didn't mess with me, then how did you suddenly become my aunt? I think you're just trying to take revenge on me! " Wu Zihao didn't listen to her explanation at all, and had only thought of her as a woman who couldn't be forgiven for his crimes.

"Wu Zihao, you are truly unreasonable!" Song Jiayin helplessly shook her head, she instantly felt that she didn't have anything in common to say to him.

She stared at the cheerful and sunny Wu Zihao in front of her, and couldn't help but to have doubts in her heart.

Could this really be the boyfriend that he doted on? It was surprising that she had been able to spend three years with him.

Since there was no way to communicate with her, she decided to just head towards the hotel entrance and say, "I'm leaving. Goodbye." He then strode out, ready to leave at any moment.

But how could her small body contend against Wu Zihao? She had only taken a step when she was pulled back again.

Wu Zihao coldly stared at her eyes, and said word by word: "You won't be able to leave until you explain everything clearly."

This time, no matter how Song Jiayin struggled, she was unable to escape from his grasp.

Just as she was about to fall into despair, a well-dressed man with steady steps came from the end of the corridor.