It was already night when Qu Yan returned to the Villa in the Mid-Levels.

The villa was empty, and Aunt Wang had already returned home when she wanted to come.

Thinking that Ji Zhuoran won’t come over 80%, she kicked off her high heels at random, walked barefoot to the cool teak floor, put "Dengxiantu" on the coffee table casually, took off the jacket of the lady's suit, and went to the bathroom. bath.

The sound of the water is shaking.

Seeing the water sprinkled from the shower, she didn't know where she was for a while.

She has returned to this villa twice since signing the LP's equity transfer letter, but she did not see Ji Zhuoran yesterday, and she does not expect to see him today.

So, is this what he calls "going home"?

It seems that it is indeed arbitrary to come or not.

As Qu Yan was washing his body, he couldn't help thinking that he might not be able to use this empty house tomorrow. After all, he didn't know which gentle town he lived in at night.

After taking a shower, Qu Yan found out that she didn't bring her pajamas.

She would never make such low-level mistakes unless she was upset.

Fortunately, she was the only one in the house, so she frankly walked out of the bathroom.

There was no one in the bedroom. She walked to the closet where the pajamas was stored, and she was picking up the clothes, but she heard the door lock click.

In the next second, Ji Zhuoran pushed the door and entered, staring at her.

"I'm going!" Qu Yan subconsciously cursed, and quickly took his pajamas and put it on his chest.

But I didn't want to make a mistake in a rush, and even pulled a piece of his black pajamas.

"Get out!" she hurriedly said.

However, he didn't move, instead he looked at her embarrassed.

Her pure black hair is still wet, occasionally dripping drops of water, sticking to her snow-white skin, she just came out of the bathroom looks good, the skin is more delicate and white, and her delicate face There was still a little surprise and anger.

In a daze, she seemed to be back to what she used to be.

The appearance of a girl who has never been injured.

Not only did he not retreat, but stepped forward and asked, "Why are you eating with Ling Sheng?"

"You can't control who I eat with." Qu Yan said in a bad mood, she looked at the clothes next to her, and wanted to give herself a piece of clothing before she could talk.

He slowly stepped forward and approached her step by step, "It seems that it is time to remind you of the obligations of husband and wife."

As he said, with a big hand, she grabbed her right hand that wanted to continue dressing herself, forcing her to look at his face.

Qu Yan said helplessly, "I have returned your "Deng Xiantu" downstairs. Today I went to take the painting. By the way, thank him, okay?"

As he said, he wanted to pull his hand out of his bondage.

However, although his strength was not great, she could not easily break free.

"Ji Zhuoran, what are you doing?" She raised her head, her stubborn little face with a little anger, "You talk to me about husband and wife obligations, what about you? What about you eating with that woman? "

Ji Zhuoran was silent for a moment, but only said: "I and her are just working and socializing."

He did come back after taking a shower, and there was no woman's perfume smell on him. It was indeed not that kind of relationship.

But Qu Yan only coldly said, "That's all right, you let me go."

As expected, he let go of her hand.

When Qu Yan thought that he could finally put on the clothes, the next second, his hands were wrapped around her waist.

"You let me go!" She raised her head, with resistance in her eyes, looking at his deep pair of eyes, a trace of injury suddenly flashed in her eyes.

He was silent, and suddenly he hugged her tightly with his backhand, resting his head on her slender shoulder, sniffing the breath from her.

Finally, he slowly let go, turned around and took a set of pajamas in the closet, and entered the bathroom...