Chapter 498 Aggrieved Woman

After Zhou Jia's car left Putian, she went directly to a different place in the suburbs of Fuzhou. This is a villa area. It is not desolate. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the atmosphere is a little more elegant.

After stopping in the yard, Mu Fan hurriedly got out of the car, then ran to the other side, gave Zhou Jia, and opened the door. Zhou Jia was stunned with the driver who had come down.

On the way here, he didn't stay on the topic with his chairman. He was already unhappy with the driver who had driven Zhou Jia for several years. Zhou Jia, a strange woman, in his eyes, was a goddess, extraordinary and refined. On the one hand, the driver was disappointed by Zhou Jia's indifference about men and women, and on the other hand, he sighed that if the goddess was subdued by any man one day, he was not in the mood to drive her.

But today he finally met the person he didn't want to see, a hooligan who blasphemed Zhou Jia's beauty. He has seen this situation countless times. After all, Zhou Jia's beauty is a man who wants to take it for himself, but his status is there. Not to mention ordinary men, even the boss of major enterprises, Zhou Jia has never been in love with him. I have given them any precedent, but it really happened today. He is still a rebellious little hooligan who wants to be unruly!

Mu Fan's clothes stretched out a hand. Zhou Jia smiled, put his hand on Mu Fan's arm, got out of the car, and closed the door. Mu Fan accompanied Zhou Jia to the door of the room. Zhou Jia took out the key from the package and handed it to Mu Fan. Mu Fan opened the door and helped Zhou Jia in together. The driver was about to ask. What, Mu Fan suddenly poked his head out of the room and smiled, "Dad, Aunt Jia is fine today. You can have a holiday."

With a bang, the door was closed. The driver, a middle-aged man, looked at the door and felt uncomfortable, just like his daughter-in-law being **. After taking a few breaths to calm down, I drove to a nearby bar for a drink.

After coming to the room, Mu Fan glanced at it roughly. It doesn't matter if it's beautiful, but it's very quiet, which makes Mu Fan very satisfied.

Zhou Jia put the bag on the sofa and let Mu Fan feel free. Then he went upstairs and walked into his bedroom. Mu Fan opened the doors in the room one by one. After sweeping one, he quietly went upstairs and came to the door of Zhou Jia's bedroom. He found that there was no lock. He opened the door and walked in and listened to the chatty sound of Zhou Jia when she changed her clothes. Mu Fan's heart accelerated.

Mu Fan was about to walk into the bedroom, but was suddenly hit by the same soft thing. Mu Fan retreated and saw Zhou Jia, who had changed her clothes, holding a pillow in her hand and staring at Mu Fan angrily.

At this time, Zhou Jia took off her uniform and changed into a casual knee-length skirt. Her upper body was a blue short-sleeved shirt with two buttons open. She could only see Zhou Jia and Zhou Jia's white neck, and her two plumpness could only feel a large scale, and there was no sign of sagging. Mu Fan smiled and said, "Aunt Jia, you still look beautiful in this kind of clothes."

"Get out!" Zhou Jia said coldly;

Mu Fan said, "I can't find the toilet. There should be one in your room, right? I'm suffocating! It's all because you let me drink too much in the car.

Zhou Jiayang was about to fight, but Mu Fan turned around and opened the bathroom in the bedroom and slipped in. Before Zhou Jia was angry, she heard a boo. Zhou Jia looked helpless. I guess this is the first time he has let a man into his room in more than 20 years.

Zhou Jia went downstairs and came to the kitchen. Although Zhou Jia is usually in Hangzhou, there are several residences like Fuzhou in other cities, but she doesn't come often. However, she hired a nanny to come here to clean every day. Zhou Jia likes to cook by herself, so she has always been in the vegetable refrigerator. Although I haven't been here for a long time, the dishes are changed every day. Although this problem is a little wasteful, Zhou Jia is not short of this money.

She put on an apron. At this moment, Zhou Jia was a housewife. She carefully washed vegetables, picked vegetables and boiled water. Mu Fan came down from the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Seeing Zhou Jia's appearance at this time, she smiled and said, "Aunt Jia, can you cook?"

Zhou Jia smiled and said, "I like the food I cook."

Mu Fan said, "Is it delicious?"

Zhou Jia affirmed: "It's a must. Your mother's craftsmanship is not as good as mine."

Mu Fan curled his lips and said, "Come on, Lao Mu's craftsmanship has not made much progress for Long Xiang for so many years. If you compare her, I guess it's not good."

Zhou Jia said in a bad way; "I eat it myself, and I don't have to take care of other people's tastes. Naturally, I think it's delicious. If you don't think it's delicious, you'll be hungry. What a child!" You can be happy if you can eat the food I cooked. Not to mention others, even your mother has never eaten my meal.

Mu Fan suddenly said, "Ah, it turns out that I'm Aunt Jia's first man,"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Jia's face was condensed, but in Mu Fan's eyes, she seemed to be charming no matter how she looked at it.

"Aunt Jia, you can be coquettish in front of a man like me. Can you be gentle?" Mu Fan's rogue way;

"Stay while going, the more you talk, the more you will be! Don't be ashamed of being a big man. Do you really think you're a child? Zhou Jia was angry while picking vegetables.

Mu Fan smiled, walked behind Zhou Jia, and put his hand on Zhou Jia's waist. Zhou Jia's body trembled, and suddenly turned around and his eyes were a little cold; "Nonsense!"

Mu Fan ignored Zhou Jia's eyes at all. He untied the apron in Zhou Jia's waist, then tied it to his waist, then grabbed Zhou Jia's hand, put it in the pool to wash it, and smiled, "Go back and sit down. Aren't you tired after so many years alone? No matter how strong a woman is, she must be accompanied by a man. Otherwise, why does God make a man? Making a man is used to take care of women. Today, I will act as the man who takes care of you and show you men's craftsmanship!"

After saying that, Mu Fan pushed Zhou Jia, whose face was a little uneasy, into the kitchen, and then he was busy in the kitchen alone. The skill of cooking was a necessary common sense for a man who had been independent for eight years. Zhao Tingting likes to be a housewife, but she doesn't dare to say that Mu Fan's cooking is not delicious.

Zhou Jia went to the living room, sat down and took a newspaper, but she couldn't read it anymore. Similar to what Mu Fan just said, many men have said it, but it was almost like nonsense for her. Perhaps because of Zhou Jia's identity, the man said this, but today Mu Fan, a hooligan, is not bad, whether Zhou Jia's kind words or cold words, an expression, a gentle smile. Coupled with physical contact, Zhou Jia felt for the first time in more than 20 years that men's care was so craving.

For more than half an hour, four dishes and one soup, not tedious but very exquisite. It can be seen that Mu Fan has worked hard on the meal today.

The curtains were closed and the light was turned off. The room suddenly became a little dark and could not stand Mu Fan's entanglement. Zhou Jia still walked to the guest room and took out a few candles and a bottle of red wine. Chinese food is full of Western romance. Zhou Jia wanted to laugh. This is the treatment she hasn't received for many years. She has always despised it, but today she was forced to come once by Mu Fan, but she felt completely different from what she imagined.

Mu Fan poured red wine for Zhou Jia, looked up at Zhou Jia's smiling face, scratched his head and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Does it feel completely different if there is a man in the room?"

Zhou Jia regained her composure and said, "Men are just like that, self-righteous, arrogant and male chauvinism. If you really want to live together, you may not have the comfort at this time.

Mu Fan suddenly said, "I understand Aunt Jia's words, that is, the marriage is not good, but there are no less lovers."

"Dead child, can you speak normally?" Zhou Jia said angrily;

Mu Fan smiled and raised his glass. "Cheers to the reunion of the two bitter mandarin ducks many years later."

Zhou Jia was calm and unhappy. Mu Fan changed his words and said, "Cheers to Aunt Jia who has a considerate man like me as a temporary boyfriend."

Zhou Jia was still calm, and Mu Fan said with an unhappy face, "Do you still hate that man back then?"

Zhou Jia's face was gloomy, and Mu Fan said unforgiving; "I remember that I had killed him when I was still in Hangzhou. I didn't tell you before, and now it's not too late to tell you, so whether you hate him or like him, it's all in the past tense!"

Zhou Jia suddenly looked up at Mu Fan in surprise, with anger and puzzlement in his eyes, and more helplessness.

Mu Fan put down his glass and said in a low voice, "In Hangzhou, except for my mother who loved me, you and Aunt Min and Aunt Min died. Naturally, I won't let anyone hurt you at all. That man betrayed you emotionally and lied to you once, and I cut off one hand. If you shed a little tears, I will cut off his leg. The result is that he betrayed you so completely, so I don't need to keep his life. Although he was young and ignorant at that time, even now, I may not let him go.

"It's been a long time ago, and I don't want to mention it again." Zhou Jia is in a depressed spirit;

Mu Fan said in a tough tone; "Don't mention it? I can not mention it, but you can't live like this all your life. I don't object to you being single, but if you still live with hatred for that man in your heart, do you believe that I will dig out the man's ashes and feed the dog!"

"Enough!" Zhou Jia roared and stared at Mu Fan with red eyes.

Mu Fan walked over and sat in front of Zhou Jia. He hugged the latter in his arms and sighed, "It's not that I want to disturb your life. You three women, my mother became like that. Aunt Min finally committed suicide, leaving you the strongest, but with hatred in his heart, a man ruined you two sisters, and he did not die. I'm upset!"

Zhou Jia completely let go, hugged Mu Fan tightly and cried. Mu Fan gently patted the latter on the shoulder and comforted him; "It's all over. You and Aunt Min are both victims. Don't hate that man anymore. He is not worth it for you to do this. Aunt Min is so stupid, because a man and his guilt for you committed suicide, you still remember this One thing, you will make me think I killed him wrong..."

Zhou Jia sat up from Mu Fan's arms, picked up the glass and drank it violently. After drinking the wine glass, he directly took the bottle over and poured it into the bottle. Mu Fan did not stop it. Zhou Jia cried and drank it. Mu Fan was also uncomfortable.

When Zhou Jia finished drinking a bottle of wine, she was already in the rain. She looked at Mu Fan in a trance with a red face and said aggrievedly, "Xiao Mufan, Aunt Jia has no impression of that man for a long. It's just that she hasn't looked for a man for so many years. It's because of you, Aunt Min. I have never complained to her. I know that she was bewitched by that man. But she shouldn't have committed suicide! She doesn't deserve to die. I haven't blamed her. I've never complained about her..."

Mu Fan took Zhou Jia into his arms and comforted him. "Aunt Min has been spoiled since she was a child. My mother is the most domineering. You are the kindest. Neither of them wants to hurt you at all. In this kind of thing, Aunt Min is very guilty. It is because she has too deep feelings for you that she is like this. She doesn't blame you, not you. It's wrong..."

Zhou Jia buried her head in Mu Fan's arms and became painful again. The depression that had been held for more than 20 years finally broke out at this moment. Drinking on an empty stomach, a bottle of wine, coupled with the problem of mood, Zhou Jia was drunk. After crying, her mind was no longer clear. Keep talking nonsense.

Mu Fan took Zhou Jia to the bedroom on the second floor and put Zhou Jia in **. He wanted to leave, but he was pulled. Mu Fan couldn't bear to cover her with a quilt. He sat against the head of the bed and used his arm as a pillow for Zhou Jia. Looking at Zhou Jia, who was sleeping with tears at the corners of his eyes, Mu Fan sighed and thought about a lot of things. It even reminds me of the disturbance between their sisters. After thinking for a long time, I fell asleep when I was tired.