In the room, no one spoke, only the hair dryer in Jiang Jiu's hand and the "whirring" sound of the wind.

The heat blew the fresh and elegant aroma of her body into the air after bathing, and Wen Xili opened her eyes to see ginger wine with her back to him, her long fluffy curly hair and slender waist wrapped under a silk bathrobe.

At this moment, the bright morning sun has come to the fore, and the pale crimson light and shadow fall on the transparent glass windows, enveloping the interior in a hazy landscape.

The back of the woman, the damp aroma in the air, the dim and misty light and shadow in the room, and the rising sun outside the window...... Wen Xili felt like he was looking at an old oil painting, a little dreamy and unreal.

He rubbed his temples, and when Jiang Jiu turned off the hair dryer, he opened his mouth lightly: "Ling Zihan sent you back yesterday?" ”

Jiang Jiu lowered his head and unplugged the hair dryer plug in his hand, and the wires were wrapped around the handle, as if he didn't hear him speak at all.

Wen Xili said lightly: "Have you been very close to him recently?" ”

Ginger opened the drawer, put away the hair dryer, and got up from the chair.

She turned around, her hands around her chest, leaning against the wall, her chin slightly raised, her bright eyes staring at the man sitting on the sofa opposite.

"I want to advise - Mr. Wen, in what capacity are you asking me questions now?"

Wen Xili's jawline tightened, looking at Jiang Jiu's unruly appearance, and squinted slightly: "You are a young woman alone, drunk in front of a man, and asked someone to send you back - wouldn't you worry about what shouldn't happen?" ”

Jiang Jiu sneered, "I know my relationship with Zihan, do you think everyone is you and Jiang Caiwei?" ”

She leaned forward, stood in front of Wen Xili, leaned over to look at him, and mocked, "Old lover, the remaining love is not over, a lonely man and a widow, living in the same room...... Did you really can't help but do something to her to imagine me and Ling Zihan? ”

Wen Xili's eyes were cold, and he reached out and pinched Jiang Jiu's wrist, the woman's skeleton was slender and thin, as if it could be easily broken with a little force. He subconsciously relaxed his strength for a moment, and then warned in a low voice: "Ginger wine, keep your mouth clean!" ”

"Huh." Jiang Jiu snorted again, she broke his hand disdainfully, walked over and took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, leaned against the window and blew the cold wind, while slowly lighting the cigarette with a match.

Her voice was cold, with a little hoarseness peculiar to her voice, and she had no emotion: "What are you doing here?" ”

"My mother's tailor made you a couple of autumn clothes."

Jiang Jiu fell silent, she lowered her head, smoked alone, and seemed to have nothing to say to him.

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Jiu's voice sounded very softly: "You can go, Wen Xili." ”

Wen Xili sat still and didn't move, just raised his eyes and looked at her with a slight frown.

Jiang Jiu lowered his head, and his voice became more and more flat and indifferent, "Okay, I know that Auntie asked you to send me clothes." It's hard for you to come to me, you can go back to take care of Jiang Caiwei. You're good to go. ”

Wen Xili stood up from the couch.

He didn't walk to the door, but walked to Ginger Wine, who was standing by the window and bowed his head.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips fell to the pointed jaw of Ginger Wine, who pressed the cigarette butt into his palm as his fingers were close to him.