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Huaiyan was a bit stunned. He was young and handsome, and he had a lot of money, but he actually wanted pure emotions? These were things that she could not ask for and painstakingly sought after.

"It's reasonable for a girl to consider the future …"

Huaiyan opened her mouth and said.

Ji Weian smiled indifferently, "I know. You've seen for yourself that having a car means having a woman's love or not having a love."

Huaiyan didn't know what to say. She lowered her head to drink some milk tea, and the warm fragrance of the fragrance seeped into her heart, gradually dispelling the cold discomfort within her body. The phone in her bag was still quiet, and he didn't even care at all.

She was not his wife at all, but a woman whom he treated as air under the eaves.

He seemed to notice that she was feeling down and lost in thought, but he didn't say anything. After all, they had met by chance and didn't even know each other's names.

Only the music flowed in the frozen air, and time passed so quickly that in the blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock. He had already changed out of his chef's uniform.

"You're not leaving?" Ji Weian looked at her curiously. Although it was open 24 hours a day, a girl like her not coming home in the middle of the night by himself made him worry for his out of good intentions.

Huaiyan waved her hand. "I'll stay here for a while."

Ji Wei An's footsteps did not stop. He kept swinging the key between his fingers as he walked out. His voice was soft and pleasant to the ear, which did not sound very similar to his age. "Well then, goodbye."

He waved at her, and when he pushed open the brown glass door, he stopped and said to her, "It's not good to go back too late."

He did not say anything, nor did he say anything. He just walked straight to the car parked outside the store. What a strange woman. She looked crafty and smart in the morning, but at night she looked so sad and sad.

She was not protesting, not struggling, not forcing, she did not even have the right to do any of these things. She suddenly came to the conclusion that since life still had to go on, then she could only face him head on, he could be ruthless and she could ignore him.

In the end, you live your life and I live my life of fireworks.

After thinking through all of this, she suddenly felt completely relaxed. She stood up to pay the bill and went out to find a car. Why was she wandering around like a ghost outside? Since this was her home, she could go home bravely.

The servant opened the door, looking at her with a surprised expression. She only replied with a smile. Although she was nervous, she still walked towards the villa with a relaxed expression.

From far away, she could see the lights in the big bedroom on the second floor go out, or perhaps he didn't come back, or perhaps he was already sleeping peacefully, smiling happily as he took a turn after stepping onto the stairs to go to the guest room farthest from him. It was already 12 o'clock in the morning by the time she changed into a comfortable nightgown and lay down on the strange bed, she thought she would not be able to calm down, but she quickly fell asleep …

She had more or less taken the wedding leave, so she was prepared to go to work tomorrow. She didn't want to stay at home and become a thoroughly resentful wife!

At 7 o'clock sharp, she jumped off the bed and quickly cleaned herself up while staring blankly at the robe on her body. All of her clothes were in the bedroom. She couldn't possibly wear her housedress to work.

After hesitating for a moment, she tidied up her hair and opened the door to the guest room. From downstairs, she could hear the sound of Sister Qin carrying a tray and pulling out a table and chair.

She lightly shook her head as she played with her fingers on the well-made clothes. Being overly exquisite and luxurious seemed to be too high key, and after thinking for a long time, she picked out a white silk short-sleeved shirt and took out a pair of beige breeches. This way of dressing was much more simple and simple!

After taking off the bathrobe and tossing it on the sofa, she took out a light colored set of underwear from the underwear cabinet and after opening the package, she couldn't help but click her tongue. These two pieces of clothes were enough for her and her father to spend for two months!

With her arms wrapped behind her back, she leaned forward slightly, trying to buckle up with some difficulty. She would never buckle up with this, but the undergarment was a three-row buckle.

When Shen Canghao pushed open the bathroom door and came out, he bumped into such a charming and beautiful scene. She actually just stood there with her back facing him, the early morning light passing through the glass turning into a soft color that enveloped her, coating her white skin with a layer of mysterious golden color …

His posture of leaning forward seemed more like a deliberate invitation from behind his back. His body, which was wrapped in a towel, couldn't help but react.

She didn't hear the sound of soft slippers on the carpet, but she was still struggling with the buckle. Beads of sweat seeped out of her forehead, making her anxious. Her hands moved randomly, and the bronze buckle almost cut her skin …