Something happened to a good friend, and Jiang Chacha was not interested in celebrating his birthday again.

Some people are still playing and making a fuss.

Jiang Chacha really realized that the joys and sorrows of people are really not connected.

Cheng Maki learned that she was going to ballroom dance with Bian Jichen, so he, the pianist at today's banquet, stopped the performance and left with a black face.

The guests of this banquet gradually dispersed.

When someone was cleaning up the garbage in the venue after the banquet, Jiang Chacha and some people had not left yet.

It's not that she doesn't want to go, she just wants to be alone.

She remembered that she had the WeChat of Si Zichen's agent, and when she called his agent, he still didn't answer.

No one doesn't care about their friends.

At that time, she had already changed into a skirt, and because she was drenched, the makeup on the back was a little unsightly, so she simply removed her makeup.

She was sitting in the garden, behind which someone was cleaning the grounds.

Because she was worried about Si Zichen, she sat on a chair, hugged her mobile phone, and took the trouble to send him messages over and over again.

Bian Jichen was kicked out by her, and now she doesn't want to see him, and this venue was originally chartered by her birthday today.

Bian Jichen was waiting for her at the door, but she didn't want to bird him.

She was sitting in the garden.

She changed into a long purple dress, and the lilac was particularly dreamy, which matched her temperament. The dress was light gauzy, and it was a little windy tonight, and her long black hair was clinging to her neck and falling to her collarbone.

And the hem of her lilac tulle skirt rippled around her pale calves, and finally floated under the night sky.

The evening breeze had been blowing for a long time, but her curls were still half-wet, but she didn't seem to care, letting them hang over her shoulders and chest.

She took off her makeup, now she is without makeup, without heavy makeup, her skin is fair and transparent, like a shelled egg, her cheeks are pink, she just sat quietly in the garden, hugging her knees and looking at her phone, her purple skirt stacked on her legs, so well-behaved.

She didn't seem to know how beautiful she was.

After typing a few words, click send again, and Jiang Chacha's fingers stopped.

She had already sent enough messages to Si Zichen.

Now, we can only wait for him to return.

Hopefully, he's just hiding from the paparazzi now, and nothing has happened.

She thought that Si Zichen was so optimistic, these cyberbullies should not be enough to defeat him.

Celebrating a birthday, she has to dress up carefully and socialize, after a busy day, Jiang Chacha is also tired, she is not a fairy, she can have so much energy.

She sat on a wicker chair underneath her, and she was still draped in a white shawl.

Jiang Chacha stretched her waist, and then half lay on the rattan chair, her arm fell, the mobile phone was placed on her lap, and her upper body was draped in a shawl, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

This scene is really beautiful.

Unlike her who is fully armed in order to maintain her personality and has no heavy makeup, she appears in the garden at night with the most natural and pure makeup, with curved eyelashes, slender limbs, and a well-behaved and white face, which will only make people have a strong desire to protect.

Jiang Chacha wasn't sleeping, she just wanted to close her eyes and rest and blow the evening breeze.

But she always felt that there was always a scrutinizing gaze on her.

This feeling is familiar and familiar.

It seems that I have encountered it somewhere before.

The purple-dressed girl lying on the wicker chair moved her eyelids, and she opened them.

She looked warily, and soon saw a long figure standing in the woods behind the garden.

He didn't know how long he had been standing here and how long he had looked at her.

When Jiang Cha Cha tried to see clearly, he was like a shadow and disappeared into the woods.

(End of chapter)