"If you don't believe me, you can ask aunt Wang." Jin Beisen glared at Zhou Manchun. He was almost angered to death by what she said.
He had kept his chastity for three years. Who was it for? This woman even wanted to frame him. It was so annoying.
Zhou Manchun pursed her lips, and a smile flashed across her soft and beautiful mouth. She squinted her eyes and said, "I won't ask. I'm not interested."
"Do I have to tell you that I slept with another woman? Will you be satisfied?" Jin Beisen frowned, and his face sank.
"So, have you slept with someone else?" Zhou Manchun took the opportunity to ask tentatively. Three years ago, when she was pregnant, she saw the hair on Jin Beisen's pajamas. She still couldn't forget it.
"No, you don't have to trick me. I only have you." Jin Beisen put his hands on Zhou Manchun's shoulders, and his black eyes looked at her calmly.
Zhou Manchun stared at him with a questioning look. A mocking smile flashed across her charming face, and her clear eyes blinked. "Really? Beisen, do you know why I suddenly entered that room three years ago? "
"Why?" Jin Beisen's voice was very calm, and his eyes were indifferent. No emotion could be seen from him.
"At that time, you took Yoo Ensun on a business trip, and her hair was on your pajamas." Zhou Manchun said slowly. This was the past that she didn't want to talk about, but she didn't know why she said it today.
"Yes, I admit that I took her abroad at that time, but nothing happened between us. My pajamas have her hair. This is absolutely impossible." Jin Beisen immediately denied it. He definitely didn't sleep with Yoo Ensun. Where did the hair come from? The only possibility was that his pajamas had been tampered with by Yoo Ensun.
Zhou Manchun smiled coldly. "Don't quibble. I saw it with my own eyes. That hair color is Yoo Ensun's."
"You'd rather believe a strand of hair than me?" Jin Beisen's face was even more ugly. Listening to Zhou Manchun's cold tone, his warm heart instantly cooled down, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.
"Nonsense?" Zhou Manchun didn't answer but asked. She just felt that what he said was particularly funny, as if she had wronged him.
Jin Beisen took a deep breath and thought that it was really tiring to reason with a woman, especially with the woman he cared about. He was afraid that if he didn't explain clearly, Zhou Manchun would be angry. But he really didn't have sex with Yoo Ensun!
He didn't know where Yoo Ensun was now, and he couldn't drag her to confront him. Jin Beisen was really suffering in silence.
"Xiaochun, she and I are really not what you think." Jin Beisen said helplessly. It turned out that Zhou Manchun had suspected him because of this hair.
Zhou Manchun was very smart. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. If she continued to talk with Jin Beisen, she would be late for his grandmother's birthday party. Since some things were in the past, why should she look into it?
"Well, let's not talk about this. Do you want to change your clothes?"
"No. That's it." Jin Beisen was angry, and his face was full of black lines.
Zhou Manchun pursed her lips, walked forward carefully, and hooked his arm. "Beisen, don't be angry. I said let it go."
"Are you sure you really let it go?" Jin Beisen stopped and turned to look at Zhou Manchun, asking very seriously.
Zhou Manchun nodded. "Well, even if it's true, it's all in the past."
Jin Beisen: "…"
"Beisen, why are you ignoring me?" After getting in the car, Zhou Manchun saw that Jin Beisen's expression was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the car was very dignified. She asked.
"It's the first time I feel that the feeling of being wronged is very uncomfortable."
Zhou Manchun was stunned for a moment. She stared at Jin Beisen's pair of gloomy eyes, and suddenly said sincerely, "I believe you."
Jin Beisen felt much better. He held Zhou Manchun's hand tightly and smiled. "Xiaochun, do you really believe me?"
"Yes, I believe you," Zhou Manchun said with certainty.
The black Bugatti drove into the lush manor, and the sunset gently sprinkled on the green grass. There was a wide and clean path in the middle, leading to the gate of the ancient castle.
After getting out of the car, Zhou Manchun held Jin Beisen's arm. Looking at the magnificent ancient castle in front of her, she recalled the ancient castles she had visited when she traveled to England last year. Jin Beisen's grandfather's family was not inferior to those British royal families with cultural heritage.
Outside the ancient castle stood two neat rows of well-dressed receptionists. When they saw Jin Beisen and Zhou Manchun coming, they respectfully said, "Hello, Boss Jin. Hello, Young Madam."
"Beisen, are grandpa and grandma very close?" Zhou Manchun asked with a bright smile.
Walking into the palace of the ancient castle, they found that the decoration inside was magnificent. There were majestic Roman pillars, neat paintings by famous artists, sculptures, and exquisite home furnishings. The crystal lights on the top were shining dazzlingly. The magnificent ancient castle was illuminated by the warm lights, creating a warm atmosphere.
"Yes, grandma learned oil painting when she was young. Many of the paintings in the ancient castle were painted by grandma." Jin Beisen walked to the side of the palace with Zhou Manchun. The long corridor was full of Pan Sui's works.
"I feel that grandma lived like a princess when she was young." Zhou Manchun stared at the romantic oil paintings and sincerely praised.
"Not to mention when she was young, even now, she is still like a princess." Sometimes, Jin Beisen thought that he had almost become a wife slave. This wife slave spirit was probably passed down in the Jin family.
"I'm so envious." Zhou Manchun looked up at the finely carved ceiling and felt that the ancient castle was really beautiful. She didn't have a good look the last time she came here.
"Don't be envious. If you like it, I will build you one. It will definitely be more beautiful than this." Jin Beisen smiled and hugged Zhou Manchun's waist. His eyes were shining, and her reflection was in his eyes.
"No need. I think the villa I live in now is good enough." Zhou Manchun said with a smile.
"Do you really think so?" Jin Beisen raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Of course. By the way, Beisen, I … I didn't prepare a birthday gift for grandma. What should I do? Are you ready? " Zhou Manchun suddenly recalled, and there was a hint of guilt in her eyes. It was all Jin Beisen's fault. He told her so late that it was Pan Sui's birthday. She didn't have time to prepare.
Jin Beisen patted his chest and smiled. He held Zhou Manchun's hand and walked to the palace hall. "I'm ready."
"What is it?" Zhou Manchun looked at him and asked.
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