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Ji Xiaobei didn't bring me back to the small apartment we used to live in. I changed the location again.

As soon as the car stopped, someone came out to drive him somewhere else.

I followed him in. Inside was a paradise of sweet potatoes, green and white as a transparent sea.

"Why did you buy so much?" It was too stunning, the entire yard was filled with sweet potatoes.

"Buying in small bundles, that's too petty. A flower, I'll give you a good mood. I'll give you a lot of it, but you won't be angry."

He was grinning, but very crafty.

He must have known about the woman in the morning, or he would have taken me back to the little apartment. Ye Zichen shook my hand, "Some people are just like themselves. You don't need to care about them."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him: "Ji Xiaobei, are you trying to explain it to me?"

"What explanation? Take a look at the flowers and say that you like them. This young master will let you see as much as you want. Once you've seen enough, go wash up and sleep. Red Braised Meat is really greasy. Don't call me if you have nothing to do." He pushed open the wooden door on the left. Inside were all kinds of modern fitness equipment.

The main house in the courtyard, the bed made of rosewood, the table made of pear wood, the peach wood comb, and the beige white tent made me feel like I was back in the days of the Republic.

The most favorite screen, the Agarwood carving of large peonies, the hand is quite delicate.

The bed was also made with special care. There was also the stepping wood. Lying on it would be so comfortable that his whole body would relax.

Ji Xiaobei threw his phone on the bed, "I went to sleep so early."

"This bed is quite comfortable."

"Don't sleep so fast, I have something to ask you later." He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "There's a hot spring at the back of the yard. Don't you want to soak in it?"

"Nope."

Just as he left, his cell phone rang.

The words Li Hong were written on the screen. Somehow, I thought of that woman from this morning.

I answered. It was indeed the woman from this morning. However, her voice sounded a little more delicate: "Little Bei, why are you always answering my phone? Are you really that busy?"

"Ji Xiaobei went to take a bath, please pull it out again later." He didn't give her a chance to speak and hung up the phone.

This Ji Xiaobei's phone and the one I used is actually one.

Many of the man's secrets are hidden in my phone. I would like to see Ji Xiaobei's secrets.

The call logs were impressive. There were also two from Lin Xia, three from Qiao Dongcheng, and more than one from Li Hong. He smiled evilly as he operated the numbers familiarly. Soon, Li Hong's number entered his blacklist.

Ji Xiaobei is really busy, you should just stay in the blacklist.

Just in time to look up his little lover's phone number, this way he would get busy, but a text message came in, it was actually from Lin Xia.

"Ji Xiaobei, Qian Xun's favorite person has returned. She will never fall in love with you. It's a chess piece that is randomly grabbed when she's alone. Don't take it seriously anymore."

That's what I hate the most. I don't say anything in public, but I secretly meddle in my affairs …

Lin Xia, what right do you have to control me like that?

Who do you think you are to me? Even if I didn't have Ji Xiaobei or Lin Duan, I still wouldn't be the woman that people cherish in their hearts.

Lin Duan came back, what kind of relationship did she have with Lin Xia? As it happened, Qiao Dongcheng and I came back when we were bringing up the matter of the marriage.

I replied, "None of your business."

It was only because I used Ji Xiaobei's phone that I dared to say that. If he had said that to me, I would have just laughed it off.

In any case, Ji Xiaobei was the one who took the blame. To me, it wasn't much of a pain and itchiness, and it didn't hurt the relationship between me and the kids that seemed to be peaceful and friendly.

When he came back, I was sleeping soundly. He whispered into my ear with a chuckle, "None of your business."