"Then, see you on the third of next month."

Lowering his head and taking a puff on the cigarette on the man's finger, ginger wine smiled and whispered to him.

Her voice was low, but her voice was hoarse, and there was a little bit of ambiguity with her by nature, which naturally drew attention to her lips and teeth. Looking down, her rosy lips are hooked with a provocative smile at the moment.

She is a woman who can easily provoke a man's desire to conquer, even if Wen Xili doesn't feel for her, she actually has a bad impulse to see this easy face, crying and collapsing.

The mist filled each other's sights, one expressionless, the other smiling.

Wen Xili snorted slightly, he let go of ginger wine's chin, leaned back his back, leaned against the soft sofa, looked away, and said coldly: "Get out." ”

He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself, and he wanted to beat her up.

Jiang Jiu laughed softly, stopped entanglement, and really left.

It's just that when she turned around, she kicked away the pink lunch box brought by Jiang Caiwei on the ground—I don't know where she got such a deep hatred for her sister—and then she took a brisk step and left.

In the early morning, the sun outside the window had fully risen, and Wen Xili sat on the sofa, holding his face, and did not move.

It took a long time for him to open his eyes, and his gaze fell on the extinguished cigarette butt on his fingertips.

On the small cigarette butt, there was a circle of pale red lip prints, Wen Xili glanced at it, raised his hand, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash.

I don't know where she is a woman, who has a greater addiction to smoking than a man, he has it in his hand, and he has to come over to take a puff.

*

The news of Wen Xili and Jiang Caiwei's divorce soon spread to Mrs. Wen.

Obviously, Mrs. Wen was very happy, and even invited her over for dinner when Wen Xili was discharged from the hospital.

She changed her face faster than she turned a book, and soon accepted her as a daughter-in-law.

Jiang Jiu was in the office, listening to the secretary's financial report, stretched out his hand to signal the secretary to silence, and talked to Mrs. Wen with his mobile phone.

"Has Xili been discharged from the hospital today?"

"I'll be discharged in the afternoon," said Mrs. Wen's voice beaming with joy, "and when you come, he'll just come home." I'll ask the cook to cook your favorite dishes, wine, and you must come. ”

Jiang Jiu chuckled and said, "Okay, definitely." ”

It seems that Mrs. Wen is really happy to be able to save her son.

"My tailor has made you a couple of dresses, and you can come and try on the style today to see if you like it."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Mrs. Wen said a few words to her sweetly, and then told her to work hard and hung up the phone.

"Keep debriefing."

Jiang Jiu put down her phone, the faint smile on her face immediately faded, she held her chin and instructed the secretary.

The secretary glanced at the calm expression on her face, only to feel that she was becoming more and more unpredictable, and she was obviously smiling when she answered the phone, but there was no smile in her eyes.

He was secretly frightened, and the report became more and more serious.

*

After getting off work, Jiang Jiu drove the car and went to the flower shop to buy a bunch of sunflowers, then turned the car around and drove towards Wen's house.

When she went, Wen Xili was lazily leaning back on the couch in the hall, playing with her iPad.

Jiang Jiu hugged the flowers, smiled brightly, and greeted him: "Hello, see you again." ”