Ji Xiaofan counted the time, and there was still about a week or so before Han Jingshen's confinement time was full.

She didn't go back to H City, but waited for him in the capital.

In the past few days, Ji Xiaofan has tried to avoid meeting Han Boyuan, Han Boyuan's words that day were a thorn in Ji Xiaofan's heart.

When you see him, you can think of what he said.

She went to where Zhao Peipei lived, Han Jingshen took good care of Zhao Peipei, Zhao Peipei is much better than seven years ago, but sometimes it is still muddy, but she is no longer as stupid and stupid as before.

It's okay to live a normal life, and you can take care of a child, but sometimes your memory is not very good.

When Ji Xiaofan passed, Zhao Peipei asked her who she was looking for.

"Aunt Zhao, do you remember me?"

Zhao Peipei tilted her head and looked at Ji Xiaofan, looked at it for a while, her eyes lit up, and a trace of something flashed, but it disappeared in an instant.

"I seem to recognize you, but I can't remember, I had a serious illness before, and I don't remember anything."

Ji Xiaofan knew that Zhao Peipei could recover like this, which was already a blessing.

At the beginning, she almost lost her life, but now this is good.

Zhao Peipei must have bumped into Han Yunlan at the Han family at the beginning, so she suffered a catastrophe later, and now that Han Yunlan is dead, it can be regarded as a cycle of heavenly reason, and the retribution is unhappy.

"It's okay, I just remember Aunt Zhao."

Zhao Peipei invited Ji Xiaofan to sit at home, Ji Xiaofan looked at the desk in the room and some books of primary school students, and thought of Han Wenhui's son, who was living with Zhao Peipei at this time.

Ji Xiaofan looked at the photo of Zhao Peipei holding the child on the wall, and thought to herself, it would be good to have such a child to accompany her for the rest of her life.

Ji Xiaofan looked at the child, always felt familiar, and thought, probably because this child is related to the Han family.

Ji Xiaofan sat for a while, and went back without waiting for the child to get out of school.

Han Jingshen will come out tomorrow, she wants to go back early, clean up the house, and pick him up tomorrow.

Single men are not particular about it, and when they leave, they are messy.

The house has been changed with a combination lock, and Han Jingshen had told her the password before, it was her birthday.

She felt that Han Jingshen's password was too arbitrary, and if someone knew him, they would know it as soon as they guessed.

After she went in, she saw the clothes that were thrown randomly on the sofa, and the underwear she had changed out of was also thrown on it, Ji Xiaofan cleaned it up for him and washed the clothes separately.

Seven years later, he is much stronger than when he was a teenager, and even the underwear he wears is different from that time, and when Ji Xiaofan dries him, his face is slightly red.

After cleaning up the living room, Ji Xiaofan went to his bedroom, the sheets and quilts should still be the same as before, although they are not dirty, but they have not been at home for so long, it is time to change them.

Ji Xiaofan took out a new one from the cabinet and made the bed for him, the ashtray on the bedside table was already full of cigarette butts, and the ground was also full of cigarette butts, I don't know how much he smoked.

Ji Xiaofan suddenly thought of Han Jingshen and said that the night before the appraisal report came out, he didn't sleep all night.

Ji Xiaofan thought of the man who sat at the head of the bed all night without closing his eyes and smoking all night, his heart hurt, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and packed up his things.

After waiting to clean up, Ji Xiaofan had a sore back, and thought to himself, Han Jingshen can really make it.

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