Chapter 771

Ji Rufeng didn't embarrass her and insisted on doing anything. As soon as she pulled her, she stopped, got up and went to the wardrobe, took two clothes out and put them on the bed, "dry and sleep again, have a good rest."

Then he went out of the room first, leaving Zhao Jian alone.

She thought that he would do something to her, so she dodged. But she didn't expect

Ji Rufeng only wears a bath towel around his body. He pulls out a cigarette from his wet clothes on the ground and holds it to his lips. Unfortunately, the cigarette has been soaked in the heavy rain for a long time. After lighting it for several times, he doesn't light it. He can only hold it to his lips for a long time.

I don't know if it's because of embarrassment or something else. Zhao Jian never came out again. He threw their clothes into the washing machine and then sat on the sofa in a daze.

In the bedroom, Zhao Jian has been sleeping for a long time. She shrinks on the wide bed alone. She sleeps deeply, but her dream is messy.

One moment is her mother's appearance before she died, another is Zhao Weizheng's shameless appearance, and another is Ji Rufeng's desperate cry to her that he loves her. After a chaotic night, Zhao Jian woke up with a splitting headache the next day.

The curtain was tightly drawn, and no light came in. She grabbed the alarm clock at the head of the bed and found that it was almost nine o'clock.

She sat on the bed with her head as big as a bucket. When she woke up, she was more confused than when she fell asleep. At least, the dream can leave a trace of fantasy, but the reality is cold. She told her clearly and numbly that love is too illusory.

After a long time, she finally left the bedroom. There was breakfast for one person on the table in the dining room. The man had disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief, touched the breakfast and found that there was still room for him to leave.

She looked at those breakfast, Ji Rufeng's craft is good, but at the moment she did not want to taste.

She wanted to escape.

Completely away from the season.

But reality told her that this idea is not realistic.

After rubbing her face, Zhao Jian didn't go to breakfast because her assistant Xin Ran called to tell her that she had already got the business license she had asked her to run before, and now the decoration is almost done. I hope she can go and have a look.

Zhao Jian can't wait to go back to her room and change her clothes. She leaves the place with the smell of Ji Rufeng.

Xiaozhu is close to the street, but it is relatively quiet and not a busy street. At this time, the sign has been put up. However, following the tradition of many years in China, it is covered with a piece of red cloth. Many drunk drivers are visited inside, but the shelf is still empty.

Traditional interior decoration, in addition to rows of wine shelves everywhere, only in the relative position of the inside is a set of reception sofa, near the low table is a set of wine.

Zhao Jian turns around inside and is very satisfied. She turns her head and asks Xin Ran, "what about upstairs?"

"Upstairs, you didn't tell me at that time, so I planned according to my own idea."

Zhao Jian nodded, "go up and have a look."

Xinran leads the way in front of her. Zhao Jian follows her upstairs. There are several rooms upstairs. Xinran introduces, "these rooms can be used as storage rooms for some valuable wine."

She casually pointed to, Zhao Jian pinched the pain of hangover eyebrows, suddenly asked: "is there a place to live here?"

"Where do you live?" Xin Ran is stunned, "do you want to live here?"

Zhao Jian a Leng, live here to be able to dodge season like wind?

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