Back in the small bungalow, Wen Yan turned on all the lights that could be turned on, ensuring that every corner was illuminated, which was a little dazzling for a moment.
She was sitting on the sofa watching a variety show, not knowing what was funny. She didn't even know when her fingers were frozen until the phone screen showed an incoming call and her fingertips accidentally pressed it to connect.
Seeing the familiar number, which belonged to Jiang Ning, Wen Yan's movements froze instantly and he threw it away like a hot potato.
Three to five seconds later, the only sound coming from the phone was the whistling of wind and scattered footsteps.
Jiangning’s autumn will be much colder, especially late at night.
Wen Yan thought he couldn't wait to hang up. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, he saw the call interface on the screen starting to count down, and he clicked to hang up without thinking.
A deep voice suddenly sounded on the other end: "Hello?"
Wen Yan didn't know what to say to him. Lu Yili's laughter was muffled, and the scornful air spreading from his chest was just a little bit of his accent.
"Wen Yan, you want to hear me speak so much? You haven't been willing to hang up for more than a minute."
Wen Yan was speechless and choked.
He asked in a non-serious manner, "Have you worn out your skin?"
Wen Yan moved her body slightly, and the inner thighs felt hot and tingling. It seemed that he had installed a surveillance camera on her body. You could guess this kind of thing.
She ignored him, and he laughed louder and became more serious: "Cui Lige didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
Wen Yan still didn't answer, she didn't want to mention this.
"She doesn't have anyone who doesn't make things difficult for her." Lu Yili said in a leisurely tone, directly breaking the news, and then said vaguely: "You should hide away. Don't be angry if you can't hide."
What is supposed to come will always come, and you can’t hide from it.
Wen Yan stood up and hummed lightly, "Young Master Lu, please tell me the truth."
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." Lu Yili said casually, "Open the window."
Wen Yan didn't understand why Hao Duandui asked her to open the window.
"I'm downstairs at your house."
Hearing this, Wen Yan was so frightened that he hurried to the window lattice.
At a completely silent intersection, a car melting into the night was parked, its lights flashing twice.
Under the night, the man stood in the shadow of the street lamp, standing erect, the lower half of his face flickering in and out, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but it was more dazzling than the night scene.
At the same time, he cut off the phone and raised his eyes with a dark look. She was so panicked that she ran downstairs wearing slippers.
As she got closer, she noticed that he was holding a plastic bag.
Lu Yili tilted his chin slightly and said without hesitation, "Apply the ointment once in the morning and evening."
"Thank you..." Wen Yan hit her heart and accepted it. Seeing Lu Yili looking at her with a half-smile, she felt a little embarrassed to say anything.
Lu Yili raised his lower eyebrow slightly and raised the corners of his mouth, "Want me to apply it for you?"
"That's not necessary." Wen Yan pursed his lower lip, raised his gaze, and asked straight to the point: "Why did you suddenly attack?"
After hearing this, Lu Yili raised his eyebrows casually, as if he was thinking seriously about something, but he said casually: "Let's see if you are asleep."
She didn't know why he came here, and she didn't believe that he drove all the way here just because of a ridiculous idea.
After all, they had just hung out an hour ago.
Housekeeping comes once a week. Wen Yan is not afraid of being seen. However, the small bungalow is not a single-family house and she is afraid of disturbing the neighbors.
If Lu Yili was caught by Zhou Tingxun's people, she would be in a desperate situation, and she would be the only one whose reputation would be ruined.
Lu Yili played with the lighter, glanced at Wen Yan one last time, and drove away from the suburban villa area.
Wen Yan crossed his arms and stood outside for a while, his shadow stretched very long.
In fact, it was not her home, it was the birdcage in which she was imprisoned.
And she is just a canary with broken wings.
There is no way to fly out.
