Ye Wanwan's smile froze for a few seconds. Jian Zhipei ordered it? Where should she change to?
Could it be that she has disturbed his life and he needs to send her away?
Ye Wanwan thought this in her heart, feeling a little bitter. Also, she was not qualified to come to attend his wedding in the first place, so even if she was driven home now, she would have nothing to say.
"Okay, wait a minute." Ye Wanwan walked in slowly. When the housekeeper saw this, he immediately called the servant in to help her.
Tang Yiyi dressed up her luggage and the servant carried it out for her. At this time, the housekeeper pushed a wheelchair for her to sit on.
"Miss Ye, it will be more convenient to sit on this chair."
"Thank you, uncle housekeeper." Ye Wanwan felt really embarrassed.
Sitting in a wheelchair, the housekeeper personally pushed her out, passing in the direction of the garden. Ye Wanwan looked at the direction where the housekeeper pushed her, and it turned out that it was towards the main hall of the villa, not the guest room next to it.
She couldn't help but be surprised, where was this going to push her?
When she took the elevator all the way to a room on the fourth floor of the villa, Ye Wanwan was even more surprised. The level of luxury here was as luxurious as a palace. This was not a place for guests to live at all, but a room for the owner!
Just as Ye Wanwan was looking around, her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed and she saw a person sitting on the sofa.
The evening light shone on his body, making him look as noble and charming as a god. He was wearing a dark white shirt with a plaid vest, and his slender legs were crossed in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Jian Zhipei? Ye Wanwan's heart was beating fast. No matter when or where she saw this man, her heart would beat faster.
Jian Zhipei stood up, walked to the housekeeper, took over the housekeeper's work, and pushed Ye Wanwan back to the room.
"Hey! What's going on? Why do I want to move here?" Ye Wanwan raised her head in surprise and asked Jian Zhipei.
"Your foot is injured. It will be easier to take care of it if you move it here." Jian Zhipei casually found an excuse.
Ye Wanwan hurriedly shook his head and said, "No need, my injury is fine. I'll just rest for a few days. I won't bother you. I'd better stay in the guest room!"
Jian Zhipei pushed her into her room and said in an unmistakable voice, "Here, just listen to Cong's arrangements."
"But...but this is inconvenient. You are going to marry Miss Qiao soon. What's the point of me living with you? What if she misunderstands..." Even though Ye Wanwan desires in her heart, she doesn't want to cause him any trouble.
Reputation damage.
"If she misunderstands, I will explain." After Jian Zhipei finished speaking, he saw that she was still sitting in the wheelchair and asked, "Are you going to walk by yourself, or should I carry you down?"
"Go by yourself." After Ye Wanwan finished speaking, she stood up holding the wheelchair. She probably wanted to show that she was fine, but instead tripped over the handle of the wheelchair.
"Ah..." She had trouble standing on one foot, so she jumped forward and instinctively hugged something safe.
On Jian Zhipei's waist and her waist, the man's long arms also stretched out to hug her to prevent her from getting hurt again.
Ye Wanwan pressed against his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, her heart was beating wildly. Now it was better, she couldn't be brave, and she even threw herself into his arms.
"Thank you." Ye Wanwan immediately stood up from his arms, blushing terribly.
Jian Zhipei looked down at her. This face had an inexplicable strong attraction, sucking his attention.
His long arms directly supported her to the sofa. After Ye Wanwan sat down, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and said, "I'm fine, you can go about your business."
Jian Zhipei actually turned around and left. The servant was packing Ye Wanwan's luggage and putting her clothes in the wardrobe.
Finally, the servant also left, and the room became quiet again. Ye Wanwan sat on the sofa, feeling a little bitter.
She could feel that although Jian Zhipei had forgotten her, he was still very kind to her in some ways.
A little later, the servant prepared dinner. Ye Wanwan thought she was dining alone, but after a while, Jian Zhipei came, so it turned into two people having dinner.
Ye Wanwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. If she were in China, she would be happy to have dinner with him, but now, there were servants standing next to them to help them serve food from time to time, and even witnessed the whole process of their dinner.
Jian Zhipei was very natural and glanced at her from time to time. Ye Wanwan had been in a daze and had eaten very little.
"Not to your taste?" Jian Zhipei suddenly asked in a low voice.
Ye Wanwan shook her head hastily, "No, I'm just not very hungry."
After dinner, Ye Wanwan went back to her room. She received a call from Tang Zhixia, asking where she was because she went to her room to look for her.
"Sister Zhixia, I...I live here in the main hall now. Master Jian arranged for me to live here."
"Oh! That's great! Just let him take care of you." Tang Zhixia was happy for her.
"Sister Zhixia, don't laugh at me, he's getting married, what's the point of me being by his side!" Ye Wanwan smiled bitterly.
"Wanwan, just stay by his side with peace of mind! I believe he just lost his memory and forgot about you, not that he doesn't love you." Tang Zhixia comforted her, because she already knew the reason for Jian Zhipei's memory loss.
So she believed that Ye Wanwan was Jian Zhipei's destined daughter, and that Qiao Xuemei's family would pay the price for this.
Ye Wanwan could only do this. Her leg was injured at the moment and she couldn't walk, but she would try not to be too close to Jian Zhipei.
At this moment, in the corner of the garden, a servant took a mobile phone and dialed Qiao Xuemei's phone number.
"Hello!"
"Miss Qiao, I want to tell you something. Master Jian arranged for Ye Wanwan to stay in the guest room next to his master bedroom, and they had dinner together, and they behaved very affectionately!"
"What? This shameless little bitch actually seduced Brother Jian before I got married?" Qiao Xuemei on the other end was going crazy.
"Miss Qiao, I suggest you move here too! There are still two days until your wedding, so don't make any mistakes!"
"Okay! I'll move there tomorrow." Qiao Xuemei wanted to move there tonight, but it was too late tonight.
At this moment, at Qiao's house, Qiao Xuemei told her mother about this matter. Mother Qiao also felt that Ye Wanwan would ruin her daughter's good deeds. She would go to Ye Wanwan tomorrow and ask her to leave here in a sensible manner.
, otherwise, she will make her seduction of Jian Zhipei public and make her a person despised by her tribe.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, Ye Wanwan endured the pain in her feet and decided to take a good bath.
Not long after she entered the bathroom, there was a knock on her door. The man outside the door frowned. What was this woman doing? Was she asleep?
But it was only nine o'clock now, so logically speaking, she couldn't go to bed so early.
Jian Zhipei was about to ask the servant to prepare a midnight snack. He thought that the girl did not eat much at night, so he decided to come over and ask her if he would like to prepare a snack for her.
Jian Zhipei couldn't help but pull the doorknob. The door was not locked, so he opened it easily and came in.
"Ye Wanwan? Are you there?" Jian Zhipei called while standing at the door.
But no one answered him, so Jian Zhipei had no choice but to walk inside and found that the room was tidy, but this woman was really not in the room.
Her feet are so injured, where can she go?
Just when Jian Zhipei decided to leave the room, he suddenly heard an exclamation from the direction of the bathroom, "Ah..."
The voice was full of panic and fear.
Jian Zhipei took a breath and almost without any consideration, he opened the bathroom door and rushed in.
I saw a girl who had just finished taking a bath lying on the floor of the bathtub next to the bathroom, naked.
Jian Zhipei's first thought was to turn his back and asked urgently, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Wanwan didn't expect that he would be in the room, and moreover, he rushed in regardless of it.
"I...I slipped." Ye Wan's legs were inconvenient, so she just slipped when she was holding on to the bathtub.
This time, it was the scene of social death.
He saw her like this.
Although there was no secret between them, and she expressed herself more calmly in front of him, the situation was different now.
Ye Wanwan's face still turned red involuntarily, but she wanted to get up, but found that her waist hurt so much that she couldn't get up on her own. She could only gasp slightly, "Can you hold me up?"
Jian Zhipei took a breath, turned around, and looked at the girl on the ground. His eyes did not dodge, but he came over naturally and reached out to hug her.
Ye Wanwan could no longer see anyone. Jian Zhipei, who had lost his memory, was undoubtedly the same as a stranger to her. He had forgotten her and everything about them.
Jian Zhipei carried her to the sofa, then quickly took a bath towel and put it on her body. At the same time, he was thinking, what would he do if he didn't come in and she fell like this?
If another man came in and she fell like this, would she let that man carry her out?
These thoughts came to him all of a sudden, and Jian Zhipei's eyes couldn't help but narrow a little.
Ye Wanwan wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel, blushing terribly, and begged him, "Can you go to the cupboard and bring me some pajamas?"
Jian Zhipei stood up and went to get it for her. Then, he turned his back with no intention of leaving.
"Change it!" he said.
Ye Wanwan couldn't help but frown for a few seconds, "Go out! I'm fine now, you don't have to stay here."
Jian Zhipei did not leave, but hummed, "You have no ability to take care of yourself now."
"That's my business too! It has nothing to do with Master Jian anymore." Ye Wanwan said bitterly, her eyes turning red.
Jian Zhipei's chest couldn't help but tighten, and he forced out an excuse, "You are my guest, I can't let anything happen to you."