Thinking of this, he leaned back on the saddle and had to let out a long sigh again.

The rain seemed to be a little lighter, and he called his mother and asked Mrs. Wen if Ginger Wine had gone to her.

Mrs. Wen seemed to have fallen asleep, and when she received his call, she was still a little dazed, and her voice was hazy and sleepy: "No." Xiaoli, are you still outside? ”

"Hmm." Wen Xili replied gently, he lit a cigarette, took a slow puff under the dim street lamp, and guessed where the ginger wine was now.

There was a faint sense of irritability in his heart, he opened the car window, and the evening breeze blew in with a little rain, Mrs. Wen was still talking on the phone, telling him to go home early, Wen Xili responded with a "yes", hung up the phone, turned the car and drove towards Jiang Jiu's villa in the city center.

He thought that Jiang Jiu was unlikely to be at Jiang's house, and he didn't go back to his house, the biggest possibility was this villa that she had proudly introduced to him.

At half past four in the morning, his car slowly stopped on the damp concrete floor, turned his head to look at the dark villa not far away, slowly opened the car door and walked down.

The lawn was full of rainwater, and it was dense and damp when he stepped on it, Wen Xili had always been a little clean, but now he was washed back and forth by the rain, soaking wet, and his leather shoes were full of sand, and his nerves were a little numb, and he just wanted to find people out as soon as possible.

He came to the door and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

The rain had stopped, and it was quiet, and there was no sound in the house.

Wen Xili frowned, feeling a little bored, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

Behind him, a black shadow walked over quietly, stood behind the man for a moment, picked up the baseball bat in his hand, and smashed it towards the back of the man's head—

*

"Roll up."

"Hey!" Zhao Juanjuan heard the sound and hurriedly ran in from the door, watching ginger wine walk out of the bathroom with wet hair.

"Drink hot water and warm up!"

She handed over the soaked milk powder in her hand and secretly looked at the ginger wine's expression.

"Oh......" Jiang Jiu's expression was quiet, and he looked calm, but his eyes were dull, and his little face blew the wind outside all night, and it was snow-white, and he was pitiful.

Zhao Juanjuan took out a towel, "Xiaojiu'er, come, I'll wipe your hair." ”

Ginger Wine walked over and sat on the sofa, holding the teacup for a while.

Zhao Curly wiped the moisture off her hair, and took out a hair dryer to dry her hair carefully, and for a while, only the humming noise of the hair dryer was left in the air.

"Alright." Zhao Juanjuan put away the hair dryer, touched the long hair that was still warm with ginger wine, and said with a smile, "Jiu'er, there are my pajamas in Chi Ye's guest room, I have washed them all, you go and change them, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?" Rest early. ”

Jiang Jiu raised her eyelids, glanced at the exaggerated makeup on Zhao Juanjuan's face, and lazily took it back, "Oh......" She stood up, walked a few steps, thought of something again, turned her head and asked, "What about Chi Ye?" ”

How do you take a shower and the person is gone?

Zhao Juanjuan sat on the sofa, scratched the orange-red curls that had been permed into corn rolls, and glanced at the empty door: "He said that he was going to teach Wen Xili a lesson for you, and he drove out." Zhao Juan tilted his head and looked at Jiang Jiu, "Hmm...... I think I'll be back soon, right? ”