When Chi Jisong returned home, Chi Wei had not yet returned.

She opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and let the wind blow in, the curtains danced with the wind, and the crisp bird chirping could be heard outside the villa far from the city, she took out the book given by Mencius and sat on the sofa to flip through it, guessing the time when Chi Wei would come back.

It was originally a children's book, but this book has no illustrations at all, and Chi Jisong can't understand a word of the crooked French on it, she just turns the page blankly, counting the time minute by minute.

The sun had set, and the book was turned over by her, and she didn't wait for Chi Wei to come back.

She cooked for herself, leaving Chi Wei's share in the microwave, and since she made her first meal here, Chi Wei didn't let the maid cook anymore.

Chi Jisong didn't know that Chi Wei had hired someone to take care of his daily diet, her original intention of cooking was just to make Chi Wei not hate her, and in her heart, Chi Wei belonged to the kind of person who was very easy to feed as Lin Mu said, because no matter what she cooked, Chi Wei was never picky, of course, she didn't boast.

The second hand was ticking, it was dark, it was already night, before going upstairs, she took "The Little Prince" and wanted to put it in the most conspicuous position, hoping in her heart, maybe Chi Wei would see it when he came back, maybe Chi Wei would not go out again tonight, maybe Chi Wei was in a good mood today.

She found a chair, stepped on it, and placed the book on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and when she came in through the entrance, she saw the words on the front.

After everything was done, she returned to her room, took a shower and washed her clothes, lay down on the bed, her ears were bent, and she listened carefully to the movement outside.

Chi Jisong guessed well, Chi Wei saw the book as soon as he entered the door, but he only saw it, he didn't even touch the book, drank a glass of water in the living room, and went upstairs with his tie.

Chi Jisong likes to leave a lamp for him, she keeps a few soft orange lights wherever he walks at night, Chi Wei, who used to go home at what time, felt a little late for the first time, not too bright light, so that he can see clearly the branches of the trees that are swaying with the wind outside the window at the end of the corridor.

The soundproofing of the house is good, only the soft rattling of the windows can be heard.

"Squeak-" The door of the room was pushed open by Chi Jisong, and she stood in front of her barefoot to watch Chi Wei.

Chi Wei looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her to speak, he remembered that he had informed his assistant a few days ago to find someone to repair the door, but the loose page of the door was forgotten by the repairman.

The little girl's hand holding the door seemed to tremble slightly, and the door creaked at the slightest movement.

Chi Jisong didn't speak, he waited a little impatiently, rolled the torn tie in his hand, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Can you ......" the words about to be said rolled on the tip of her tongue, and she changed her request, "Give me your phone number?" Mr. Chi. ”

The first time he heard her call him that, the man laughed, and her low voice was much like a sneer, and she explained softly, "I don't know when you're going to be home." ”

The villa was too quiet, in stark contrast to the noisy wind outside, and he realized that no matter how calm Chi Jisong was, he was just a child, and he would still be afraid in an empty villa alone.

Raising a child is a real hassle.

He walked forward, went to his room, took a pen and paper, wrote down the number and handed it to the thinly dressed girl.

Chi Jisong took the small piece of paper and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Caught a glimpse of her sparkling eyes, he froze, then closed the door and dealt with the constant ringing of the phone.

He heard the door closing outside, the child had gone back to sleep, he pressed the answer button, and there was an impatient sound from there.

"Mr. Chi, help me again."

The man over there didn't get an answer, only the sound of a lighter, and then another exhalation, and the man's voice was very disdainful: "Are you giving yourself too much face." ”

"One last time." He didn't give up.

Chi Wei didn't turn on the light, there was a little scarlet in the room, he bit his cigarette, and his face was contemptuous, "What are you going to ask me to help you?" ”

There was a sudden silence.

"What's wrong with following Mencius, Han Linyu, you're a waste anyway." Chi Wei's tone could not hide a mocking smile.

Han Linyu on the other side of the phone was enraged and scolded Chi Wei: "I fell to this point, you all caused me!" Mencius and you are all sluts all the way! ”

The ugly words didn't make Chi Wei angry, he likes to play with other people's psychology, and when the other party finished scolding, he ended the recording unhurriedly, and politely informed Han Linyu: "I think, Mencius shouldn't like this title." ”

He hung up the phone and sent the recording to Mencius, who didn't seem to sleep over there, and replied to him." This is the tacit understanding of their circle, he cleaned up and went to bed.

At the same time, Han Linyu received the news that his credit card was frozen, and the property transfer contract sent by the lawyer, he was so angry that he threw his mobile phone against the wall, and everything on the table was swept to the ground, deliberately making a loud noise, but the people downstairs did not come up to see him at all.

He gasped uncontrollably, his violent movements pulling at the wound on his neck, blood oozing from the bandage.