At the Imperial Capital Airport, Chunyu Ziyu just got off the plane and hurriedly got into the car with his assistant before taking out his mobile phone and taking a look.

For more than a month, the woman has not made a single phone call or sent a message. Even if it is a contract marriage, there is no need to be so indifferent. Is it possible that she is really not interested in him?

The usual smile on Chunyu Ziyu's lips disappeared. He was browsing the latest domestic news on the computer and accidentally saw a familiar face. His fingers slowly enlarged the picture, and when that charming face was completely exposed,

When he saw this, Chunyu Ziyu's face turned livid.

"Hello?"

Jane Eyre was holding the quilt while answering the phone. She had a splitting headache. If Feifei hadn't dragged her to drink, she wouldn't have been so drunk that she couldn't get up now.

"Miss Jian, I am Lawyer Ma."

Who is Lawyer Ma?

Jane Eyre's mind went crazy for a moment and she couldn't remember who this so-called Lawyer Ma was.

"Lawyer Ma?"

"We met in Las Vegas." Obviously it is not convenient for the other party to reveal the other words, but this reminder is enough to remind Jane Eyre of the important things she has forgotten.

Jane Eyre suddenly sat up from the bed, holding the phone blankly, and understood everything with a bang.

"Hello, Lawyer Ma, do you have anything to do with me?" Jane Eyre tried to keep her voice calm. She had already grabbed the tablet with her other hand and started browsing today's news.

The dazzling photo on the entertainment headlines made her eyes hurt and her brain was even more confused. She didn't even listen to what Lawyer Ma said next. She vaguely understood in her heart that the man who had disappeared for a long time was angry and asked her to think about herself.

identity.

What is her identity?

She was just a contract wife. Jane Eyre buried her head and smiled bitterly. She rubbed her long hair angrily and fell down on the bed.

She originally thought that all this was a turning point, but she didn't expect that it was just an added layer of difficulty in her tense life.

The phone on the table rang again.

Her heart skipped a beat, she grabbed it, looked at it, smiled mockingly, then adjusted her mentality and answered the phone.

"Jane Eyre, come home for dinner tonight." It was her father's voice, as clear and clear as ever, but without the care and concern of his childhood, it was cold and routine.

Since when did it become like this?

It seems to have been like this in the past life, right?

What on earth is she still hoping for?

"good."

After a short silence, Jian Bolang said again: "That's it."

Then he hung up the phone impatiently.

Jane Eyre stared blankly at the phone for a while, threw the phone on the table weakly, hugged the quilt and cried silently. After all, she was still too stupid, too stupid. She was not a heroine, and there was no male protagonist to protect her.

.

Tears from the corners of her eyes flowed down her cheeks. She rubbed her hands hard on the quilt and sat up suddenly. She rolled up her long hair, went to wash up, and then made herself an already late breakfast.

Calculating that time was almost up, she chose a set of clothes and drove to get her hair done. There was her exclusive room here, so there was no need to wait or make an appointment.

After coming out of the beauty salon at just the right time, she put on her sunglasses, opened the car door and drove towards Jane's house. The red sports car stopped and slowly drove into the villa. When she saw the car parked aside, Jane frowned displeased.

frowned.

Something happens every time I call her back. Could it be that nothing good happens this time?
Chapter completed!