Her breathing was slightly unsteady, tears were about to fall, and she turned her head to look out the window.

In my heart, sometimes I am resentful.

If Lan Ya was here and met Wen Xili, she might not be as clueless as she is now.

The people who could tell her what to do were gone.

She groped alone, persevered, and was scarred, maybe there was a better solution between her and Wen Xili, but she was alone, and she really couldn't find the direction.

She only knew that she was desperate and waiting, trying her best to catch him, but she didn't know how to let go.

And these should be the things that her mother should teach her gently.

"You definitely don't love me anymore." Jiang Jiu said in a muffled voice, "No mother would leave her daughter behind for eight years." Never. ”

*

"Miss Jiang."

With a smile on his face, the chubby caretaker came over cautiously and called her.

Jiang Jiu didn't like her flattering smile, but she was serious about her work, so she didn't care. In the matter of taking care of Lan Ya, as long as you can take good care of her, everything else is nothing.

"My mom hasn't washed her hair in a few days?" Jiang Jiu frowned slightly, "Her hair is a little astringent, you remember to take care of her." ”

"I just washed it yesterday." The nurse hurriedly said, "I'm so energetic, Miss Lan and Miss Lan don't like to wash their hair and take a shower......

After Lan Ya fell ill, her personality, which had always been clean, changed dramatically, and she began to hate water.

Jiang Jiu also knew that the caretaker couldn't be blamed for this, so she nodded, "You take good care of her and give you more money next month." ”

The caretaker's eyes immediately lit up, and he smiled like a sunflower, "I will, I'll take care of her as my own daughter!" ”

"......" Jiang Jiu was silent for a moment, glanced at her smiling face, pinched her eyebrows a little tiredly, and said, "She's been a little thin recently, don't always give her porridge, ask someone to cook some tonic soup for her, and raise her, she's too thin now." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll have someone cook the old hen tomorrow." The caretaker nodded attentively.

Ginger Wine let out an "um", looked at the time, and turned to leave.

*

When she returned to the villa, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Ginger Jiu ate a little noodles cooked by the maid, and then went upstairs to rest tiredly.

She's been so busy with work these days that she barely has time to calm down and think about her and Wen Xili—and maybe subconsciously don't want to think about it—and the result is that she gets tired and sleeps in bed.

There was no time to eat, she obviously felt that she was a little exhausted in the past few days, and if she continued like this, she would be sick again.

fell ill because of Wen Xili, it was really a loss to his wife and soldiers, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Jiang Jiu struggled, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Chen Qing, telling him to take a day off tomorrow, then closed his eyes, and fell asleep the next second.

Early morning.

On the black marble dining table, purple roses are arranged.

Blowing in the wind, it exudes a faint and elegant fragrance.

Ginger wine leaned on the dining chair, crossed his legs, drank coffee in a coffee cup, admired the bouquet of roses, and was very satisfied.

The kind of flower that blooms silly is only liked by Wen Xili's stupid comparison.

……

……

Realizing that he was thinking about Wen Xili again, ginger wine drank coffee slightly, and then pursed his lips a little unpleasantly, as if venting his anger, he drank all the coffee without sugar in one gulp.