Ji Rufeng did not make things difficult for her and insisted on doing anything. She stopped her hand as soon as she pulled her, got up and walked to the closet, took two clothes out and put them on the bed, "Dry them before sleeping, and have a good rest."

After saying that, he left the room first, leaving Zhao Jian alone sitting there without any loss of consciousness.

She thought he would be unable to help but do something to her, so she dodged a little, but she didn't expect...

Ji Rufeng only had a bath towel wrapped around his body, and he took out a cigarette from the wet clothes on the ground and held it on his lips. Unfortunately, the cigarette had been soaked in heavy rain. He lit it a few times but didn't lit it. He could only hold it on his lips to enjoy the dryness.

I don’t know if it was because of embarrassment or something else, but Zhao Jian never came out again. He threw the two of them into the washing machine and sat on the sofa in a daze.

In the bedroom, Zhao Jian had already been asleep, huddled in the wide bed alone. She slept deeply, but the dream was messy.

Sometimes it looked like his mother before her death, sometimes it was Zhao Weizheng's shamelessness, and sometimes it was Ji Rufeng desperately calling her that he loved her. It was a chaotic night. Zhao Jian woke up the next day and felt like a headache exploded.

The curtains were pulled very tightly, and no light came in. She grabbed the alarm clock at the head of the bed and looked at it and found that it was almost nine o'clock.

She sat on the bed with her head as big as a bucket. She woke up and was more confused than when she was asleep. At least, dreams could leave people with a trace of fantasy, but reality was cold, telling her clearly and numbly that love was too illusory.

After a long time, she finally left the bedroom. There was a breakfast for one person on the table in the dining room. The man had disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief without hesitation. When she touched the breakfast, she found that there was still warmth. He should not have been away for a long time.

She stared at the breakfasts blankly. Ji Rufeng's craftsmanship was good, but she had no intention of tasting them at this moment.

She wanted to escape.

Completely stay away from Ji Rufeng.

But reality tells her that this idea is not realistic.

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

Zhao Jian couldn't wait to go back to the room and change his clothes and left this place that was stained with the atmosphere of Ji Rufeng.

The small building is close to the street, but the surrounding area is relatively secluded and not a bustling street. The sign has been hung up at this time. However, following the tradition of many domestic years, it was covered by a big red cloth. Many drunk driving were visited inside, but the shelves were still empty.

In the traditional interior decoration, except for rows of wine racks that can be seen everywhere, there is only a set of guest sofas in a relatively close-in position, and a set of wine utensils on the nearby low table.

Zhao Jian walked around inside and was very satisfied. She turned to Xin Ran, "Where is the upstairs?"

"You didn't explain upstairs at that time, so I planned it according to my own ideas."

Zhao Jian nodded, "Go up and take a look."

Xin Ran led the way in front, and Zhao Jian followed her upstairs and divided several rooms upstairs. Xin Ran introduced, "These rooms can contain some more expensive wine, and this can be used as a storage room."

She pointed at her casually, and Zhao Jian pinched her hangover-pained eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Is there a place to live here?"

"Where to live?" Xin Ran was stunned, "Are you going to live here?"
Chapter completed!