Jiang Lan stared at the clock on the wall and walked until 12 a.m. The food on the table became cold again.

She brought the meals into the kitchen and heated them up again.

At 12:50, the door turned and she turned to look. Lu Jingchi was back.

He had a blazer hanging on his arm and a bit of drunkenness on his handsome face. He walked towards Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan stood up and poured him a bowl of sobering soup. He just handed it over and was knocked over by him.

Then he pinched her jaw and kissed her lips.

The smell of wine came over my face, mixed with the smell of a woman's perfume. Jiang Lan pushed him twice without pushing it. Instead, he picked her up and headed straight to the bedroom.

The man turned her face over, his deep eyes staring at her, and his fingers gently stroked her face, "Why don't you speak?"

Jiang Lan stared at him straight, knowing that she couldn't speak.

She is a mute.

But he would ask questions every time.

Sometimes Jiang Lan couldn't tell whether he was humiliating her or sighing.

She held the hand on her face, tilted her head, rubbed her palms on the man's palm, like a kitten trying to please her owner.

The man's dark pupils became dark, as if a surging tide was about to emerge. He held her hand and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

......

When Jiang Lan opened her eyes, it was already dawn outside, and the bed was empty, but there was a sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. When she put the last piece on the bedside table, the phone rang. It was Lu Jingchi's.

Jiang Lan looked at the blurry figure that appeared in the bathroom door, and then looked at the screen of the phone.

Xia Yan: Are you back?

Xia Yan: Every time you do this, you have to find that mute to anger and disgust me?

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled.

The bathroom door opened, and Lu Jingchi walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

He was still emitting water vapor, his wet hair was hanging down, and the ends of his hair were still dripping, dropping on his chest, gathering into a water line along the lines of his abdominal muscles.

Jiang Lan withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to button his clothes.

Lu Jingchi came to the bed, picked up his cell phone, and glanced at Jiang Lan who was wearing clothes with his head down.

"See?"

Jiang Lan held a smile at the corner of her mouth, and she shook her head.

On the day of the wedding, he told her: You must always be good and don’t love me. We are like before, and our brother will take care of you for the rest of our lives.

He said don't love him.

So what if I see it?

He would care, not care whether she would be jealous, sad, and sad.

People who are not cared about are not qualified to be angry.

On the contrary, her love and her emotions would only burden him.

She was afraid that even he would step on her heart.

Jiang Lan was afraid of him...he didn't want her anymore.

She gestured in sign language: I'll make breakfast.

Jiang Lan dragged his sore body, got up and walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen.

Lu Jingchi stared at her thin back and looked at her phone again. He deleted the message from Xia Yan.

Jiang Lan prepared the breakfast, served it to the table, and served a bowl of porridge for Lu Jingchi and placed it in his place.

After a while, Lu Jingchi was dressed neatly and came to the dining table.

The room was very quiet. Lu Jingchi used to say that when he was with her, he was talking to himself.

Over time, Lu Jingchi almost stopped talking to her, and for a moment, only the sound of bowls and spoons colliding were left on the table.

"Go back to Lu's house with me later." Lu Jingchi suddenly spoke.

Jiang Lan paused, and she put the spoon at the mouth of the bowl.

Jiang Lan: OK.

Lu Jingchi glanced at her, and her face was always filled with the unchanging gentleness.

No quarrels or quarrels, no matter how much grievances you suffer, you can greet people with a smile.

Lu Jingchi suddenly felt that the porridge in the bowl became boring.
Chapter completed!