Zhuli closed her eyes and covered her chest with her warm palms.
The whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.
I just relied on my feeling to touch the photo and put it back into the folder.
boom!
The door was slammed, and she covered her face with her hands, hot tears escaping from between her fingers.
When she calmed down, she realized that she had been completely carried away by her emotions during this period.
She almost forgot why she got into trouble with Jing Huaizhi.
Tears fell to the floor like broken pearls.
She whimpered softly, fearing that someone might come in at any time.
How could it be, how could they be so similar.
Tired of crying, Zhuli sat alone on the bay window and looked up out of the window.
The woman in the photo has an oval face, long black hair falling freely on her shoulders, and a pair of charming almond eyes.
There is a perfectly placed mole in the middle of her eyebrows, and it is precisely because of this mole that it makes her look a little colder.
Judging from the shooting angle, it must have been captured randomly by someone, as the corners of the photo are slightly yellowed.
Probably because it's often held in someone's hand and checked.
"Thank you, Butler Li, I won't stay for dinner."
After sniffing, Zhuli seemed to hear Jiang Gardenia's voice.
I touched the door and opened a crack, and the sound disappeared.
He simply opened the door and went out to stand on the second floor terrace and observe secretly.
"pear."
Jiang Gardenia greeted her without hesitation after seeing her.
In the reception room on the first floor, she stood in the middle holding a stack of folders and raised her head to say hello.
Zhuli lowered her head and curled her lips: "Secretary Jiang."
The brief conversation ended like this, and Jiang Gardenia was about to leave.
"Secretary Jiang is here to help Mr. Jing get documents?"
Zhuli couldn't help but mention it.
Jiang Gardenia stopped and looked back with a clear smile on her face.
"Yes, Mr. Jing had an appointment with Mr. Wen from Ritao and couldn't get away."
After Secretary Jiang left, Zhuli decided to live at Ren Xingyan's house.
She can no longer be entangled with him like this, the root cause must be cut off by herself.
I simply packed a few clothes and put them in my backpack, then called Ren Xingyan.
When she went down the stairs with her backpack, Jing Youyou called to her.
"Mom, where are you going?"
"Can I take Yuyou with me?"
She twitched her ears and asked in anticipation.
Zhuli raised his eyes slightly and smiled.
"Mom wants to give something to a good friend. She will be back soon."
With difficulty, he squatted down and looked into her eyes.
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Jing Huaizhi came back from the party and found the room empty. He took a deep breath and dialed her number.
Toot toot-
The phone rang for a long time and he didn't hear the long-awaited voice.
His eyes were a little cold and empty, so he had no choice but to ask Butler Li.
"My wife said she was giving something to her friend."
"Leaving in the afternoon."
Butler Li kept talking.
Without saying a word, Jing Huai turned the car key in his hand a few times and went downstairs.
Press the accelerator to the bottom.
Zhuli sat cross-legged on the sofa holding a pillow. Although her eyes were staring at the TV, her mind had no idea where it was.
Dong dong dong - dong dong dong - dong dong dong -
There was a rapid knock on the door.
She stood up and stood at the door without opening the door immediately. Instead, she looked through the peephole to see who was knocking on the door.
The man outside the door had vague anxiety and melancholy in his eyes, and his hair on his forehead was messy in the wind.
Zhuli hadn't decided how to face him yet, so she took a step back and leaned on the sofa.
As long as she doesn't speak, he should leave after a while.
Finally, the knocking stopped.
She let out a long breath, but then she felt a sense of sadness in her heart.
"Zhuli, what are you doing?"
He slapped his cheek and warned himself in a low voice not to have any delusions.
"I know you're inside, could you open the door?"
Jing Huaizhi closed his eyes, his voice filled with sexy seduction.
Zhuli's heart trembled, and then she shook her head.
"If you don't open the door, I'll keep knocking."
Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong
He deliberately increased his strength and his voice gradually became louder.
"You can't let anyone sleep in the middle of the night!"
Zhuli didn't open the door, but the aunt who lived opposite her opened the door angrily.
The aunt raised her hands to gather her pajamas, and stood next to Jing Huaizhi with quick steps.
Even though she desperately stepped up her feet and raised her head, her momentum was still slightly weak.
"Why are you making such a fuss! Ah, it's so late at night!"
She put her hands on her hips and was furious.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes moved slightly, and his expression could not be said to be too ugly.
"Sorry, my wife is angry and I'm here to comfort her."
After hearing this, the aunt had a slight smile on her lips, and said leisurely: "Oh, young people nowadays are really like this."
"But you have some conscience and know that your wife is here for pain."
"I saw her come into the house this afternoon."
Speaking of this, the aunt scratched her head and felt confused.
"Let me call you."
Before the bent finger bones touched the door panel, the door was pulled open from the inside.
Zhuli's eyelashes were still stained with water mist, and she met his gaze and said, "What's wrong?"
Seeing this, the aunt laughed dryly: "Your husband is here to coax you."
She wasn't blushing as usual and her expression was frighteningly calm.
Jing Huaizhi followed her into the house and watched quietly as she sat back on the sofa alone.
There was a sense of loss in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I will take care of your feelings next time."
He raised his eyebrows slightly and sat next to her.
"Don't be angry, okay?"
Jing Huai's tiger's mouth held her face, and he leaned closer.
Zhuli's eyes were deep and she glanced at him indifferently.
"I am not angry."
"Why are you hiding here if you're not angry?"
The hand with clear joints continued to caress the white cheek, and the voice was full of lingering feelings.
"Xingyan asked me to collect a courier for her, so I'm here."
She didn't dare to look into his eyes, staring over his shoulder at the TV series that was still playing behind him.
"Oh, didn't you say you were giving something to a friend?"
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhuli couldn't help but shudder.
"I...deliver something to her and receive a courier."
The lie was finally fulfilled, and she forced a smile.
His playful eyes glanced from top to bottom.
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little more."
After answering, he took her hand and hooked it around his neck, taking the opportunity to seal her lips.
Zhuli stretched out her hand to push him, but the man grabbed her and pressed her against the wall.
"I do not want!"
"I don't want you to touch me!"
Her face turned livid, and she shouted out while taking a breather.
Jing Huaizhi's heart was also shocked at this moment, and the anger flashed in his eyes.
He distanced himself from her, his eyes unfocused: "What did you say?"
Zhuli's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably from the end of her eyes, and her chest felt a dull pain as if it had been pinched by a knife.
There was always an insurmountable gap between her and him.
She obviously knew the result from the beginning, so why was she still working hard?
