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n61 Isn’t It Annoying?

n“Why should I support her?” He frowned. “Besides, aren’t you always with her?”

n“Ah Jue, why are you so sarcastic all the time?” Yang Jinxuan’s tone was a little unpleasant. “There’s nothing between Mengmeng and me. Mengmeng came back because of you. Now that you and Han Binglan are divorced, why are you still being so distant?”

n“How am I distant? Make yourself clear.” Nangong Jue’s tone was not so pleasant anymore.

n“How aren’t you being distant? You’re Mengmeng’s boyfriend. Although you married Han Binglan, aren’t you divorced again because of Mengmeng? But you’ve been ignoring her these days. What do you mean by this?” Yang Jinxuan sneered. “You’re a man. Why are you so petty?”

n“Heh.” Nangong Jue suddenly smiled and looked up at Yang Jinxuan. “You don’t have to care about my life.” When he gave Han Binglan the divorce agreement, he had not considered Yan Zimeng. He was purely annoyed by Han Binglan. He had never even admitted that he was Yan Zimeng’s boyfriend, but he could not explain this now.

n“If it weren’t for Mengmeng, do you think I would be willing to care about you?” Yang Jinxuan sneered.

n“What’s going on with the two of you? Let’s not talk about this anymore, okay? Jinxuan, Sir Jue is splurging today. Three bottles of ’82…” Fu Yunshen saw that the situation between the two of them was not right and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. “And Jinxuan, relationships are not something outsiders like us can get involved in.”

nYang Jinxuan closed his eyes and tried to suppress his anger. He didn’t want to be enemies with Nangong Jue, but he couldn’t stand how he treated Mengmeng indifferently. He loved Mengmeng, so he had to make her happy.

nNangong Jue said nothing more, but the atmosphere was still.

n“Ah Jue is really here.” Just as he was feeling awkward, the door was pushed open again. Yan Zimeng walked in gracefully. “No wonder Jinxuan didn’t come back after coming over.”

n“Mengmeng, why are you here?” Yang Jinxuan was the first to get up. “The people over there…”

n“We’re done talking. They knew I had friends here, so they left first.” Yan Zimeng smiled sweetly and walked to Nangong Jue’s side. She wanted to sit down.

nA hint of loneliness flashed across Yang Jinxuan’s eyes.

nBut Nangong Jue got up and moved to sit elsewhere.

nYan Zimeng had just bent down to sit down when she stopped. Her posture was awkward, and her face instantly filled with embarrassment. Her eyes even turned red.

n“Mengmeng, he’s not in his right mind today. Come sit here.” Yang Jinxuan frowned slightly. He stood up and pulled Yan Zimeng to sit beside him.

n“Thank you, Jinxuan.” Yan Zimeng forced a smile and then looked at Nangong Jue. “Ah Jue, did I make you angry? I know, back then, I…”

n“What happened back then is in the past.” Nangong Jue slammed his wine glass on the coffee table. “Can you not keep mentioning it? Isn’t it annoying?”

n“I…” Yan Zimeng’s tears fell. She didn’t know what to say and suddenly got up and ran out.

n“Ah Jue, you’re too much.” Yang Jinxuan frowned and glanced at Nangong Jue before getting up and chasing after her.

n“F*ck!” Nangong Jue picked up the bottle on the table and threw it. It shattered against the wall and the half-filled bottle of red wine spilled onto the floor.

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