How old is Jia Jia this year? It was already noon when Fu Ziheng came to the villa. The nanny was cooking in the kitchen. When she heard the noise, she came out and saw that it was Fu Ziheng. She hurriedly asked: "Why are you back, sir, free?"
She has been secretly guessing that the lady named Ji in this villa must be the lover maintained by Mr. Fu, otherwise she would not come so often.
"Did Miss Ji go to work today?"
Fu Ziheng remembered that Ji Yanran seemed to have told him last time that she had found a job.
The nanny shook her head: "No, Miss Ji seemed to be feeling unwell today, so she didn't go to work. I even served breakfast."
"Yeah."
"Yes." The nanny nodded. Although Ji Yanran was not good to her, she was not bad either, so she said more, "Miss Ji is actually very pitiful, facing this alone.
Empty house…”
Fu Ziheng glanced over indifferently, and the nanny immediately shut up. His eyes were too cold, and the nanny knew that he was talking too much. After being silent for a while, he whispered: "Mr. Fu wants me to call Miss Ji down."
What?"
"No."
Fu Ziheng turned around and left, "You cook, I'll call someone."
"yes."
*
upstairs.
Ji Yanran did not expect that after Song Shijie tortured her so hard in the hotel, she would not be able to get out of bed the next day. She was now sore and sore that it was difficult to get out of bed and move around.
She cursed hard in her heart and lay on the bed with her eyes closed to relax.
But her cell phone suddenly beeped. It was next to the pillow. She took it and looked, but there was no number.
Her heart sank.
This person without a number is most likely Song Shijie.
He has more than one mobile phone number. He usually takes the initiative to contact her when he has something to do. She rarely goes to him. Looking at the phone that keeps ringing, Ji Yanran thinks of what happened in the hotel yesterday. His strong body is crawling
On her body, he showed strength, sweat dripped down his body and onto hers, those silvery sounds, and the lumpy feeling that she gradually became addicted to...
Everything was like an arrow piercing in and out of her heart.
She took a deep breath and reached out to take it: "Hello?"
Song Shijie was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a slightly displeased look on his face: "Why are you picking up so late?"
"I just came out of the bathroom, so... I just heard it."
"Why take a bath in broad daylight? It's hypocritical to abuse others!"
Ji Yanran bit her lip and was about to speak when a sound of pushing the door suddenly came from behind her. She thought it was the nanny who had brought lunch, so she said without looking back: "Put it on the table, I'll eat it later.
"
"Who are you talking to?" Song Shijie's voice rang on the phone.
Ji Yanran opened her mouth and was about to answer when another male voice sounded from behind her: "Lunch is not ready yet."
Clear and cold, familiar and cold.
Ji Yanran was startled, and the mobile phone she held in her hand fell off the bed. After being shocked, she turned around and saw Fu Ziheng.
"You..." She suddenly sat up from the bed, stunned, "Aheng, why are you here?"
Fu Ziheng stood beside her bed, his eyes swept over her face and then landed on the bed. Ji Yanran's heart suddenly suddenly jumped. She was still on the phone, so she immediately lifted the quilt and got off the bed. Because her movements were too big, she got off the bed again.
She was so anxious that her foot stumbled, she screamed "Ah" and fell to the side.
"careful!"
Fu Ziheng stretched out his hand to support her in a hurry.
A big hand was placed on her waist, catching her firmly. Ji Yanran leaned half of her body in his arms, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The familiar smell made her nostalgic.
"Can you get up?" Fu Ziheng's voice sounded again, polite and not as unfamiliar as usual.
Ji Yanran blushed, hurriedly got out of his arms, nodded, "Okay, I'll try."
On the other end, Song Shijie, who was holding a mobile phone, had a far-reaching gaze. The movements on the other end of the phone were transmitted to his ears word for word. Especially when he heard Ji Yanran's slightly shy voice saying "yes", his face became dark.
Like water.
With gloomy eyes, he put down the wine glass in his hand and hung up the phone immediately.
The screen of the mobile phone on the bed lit up, and Fu Ziheng glanced over. Ji Yanran followed his gaze and looked over. After seeing that the communication on the mobile phone had been interrupted, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Ziheng's hand was originally placed on his waist to support her. After seeing that the phone was hung up, he suddenly reached out and let go of her. Ji Yanran, who was leaning on him, lost her support, staggered, and almost fell, but luckily she held on.
The bedside table next to it.
"What happened to the phone just now?" Fu Ziheng stood aside, holding his hands and said calmly.
After standing firm, Ji Yanran lowered her eyes and said, "Maybe someone hung up on me."
"Really?"
"Um."
Fu Ziheng didn't say anything more, he just stood looking down at her with a cold look on his face. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. The woman in front of him was no longer what he remembered. When she had a relationship with Song Shijie, even he was shocked.
Startled.
Xiao Hao was right. Ji Yanran was the chess piece placed by Song Shijie. The chess player must have contact with the chess piece. The phone call just now was a good proof.
Ji Yanran turned around and held the phone in her hand. To be on the safe side, she turned off the phone again. She was really afraid that Song Shijie would call again.
She couldn't imagine what Fu Ziheng would do to her if he knew about her and Song Shijie's affairs.
"Aheng, why are you free to come here today?" Ji Yanran asked after calming down.
Fu Ziheng raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want me to come over?"
"Of course I hope!" Ji Yanran smiled and said, "I hope you will come here every day to see me and every family. By the way, every family's school has organized a spring outing. I guess you will be back in the afternoon."
Fu Zi didn't answer but suddenly asked: "The nanny said you are not feeling well? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Have you gone to see a doctor?"
Ji Yanran looked a little embarrassed and said hurriedly, "No...it's okay. I'm just a little tired and don't want to go to work. It should be nothing serious and I don't need to see a doctor."
"Is everything okay? I can call the family doctor to come over and take a look."
"No, I'm really fine."
Ji Yanran emotionally stopped his request. If the doctor came, wouldn't she be doomed?
Fu Ziheng frowned, but did not persist, "If you don't want to, forget it, but if you really can't bear it, you must see a doctor."
"I know."
He looked at her, who seemed to be relieved, and smiled slightly, but there was a glint in his eyes.
*
During the meal, Fu Ziheng didn't even plan to leave. Ji Yanran was worried and happy at the same time. She was happy that he was willing to stay and eat with her, but she was worried that her walking posture was weird and she was afraid that he would see something.
She sat as hard as she could, and would tell the nanny if something happened, so as not to reveal even the slightest clue.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the driver picked him up and returned home. The moment the child put down his schoolbag and entered the house and saw Fu Ziheng, his little expression was so cute.
He rushed over without even changing his shoes, hugged Fu Ziheng's legs, and looked at him eagerly: "Dad, are you here?"
Fu Ziheng reached out and touched his head, "Well, I just got here."
The little nanny put the meals on the table one by one. Everyone's eyes lit up and they asked, "Dad, are you here to eat with me?"
She was startled when she reached out to rub his hair. Jiajia stretched out her chubby hands to tug on his pants and said in a disappointed tone, "Daddy, don't you want it?"
Fu Ziheng sighed, "You want me to stay?"
"Yeah!" nodded vigorously.
"Then I'll stay."
"Really?" Jia Jia shouted happily and rushed to see Ji Yanran, "Mom, dad said he would stay and have lunch with us!"
Ji Yanran regained her dull expression and quickly smiled, "I heard it."
Fu Ziheng bent down and picked up Jiajia, and asked casually: "What are you thinking about?"
"Me?" Ji Yanran put down the remote control in her hand with a concealed expression, "I didn't think about anything, I was just feeling a little emotional. Jia Jia has never seen his father since the day he was born. Every time he sees it,
He would be particularly envious when other children were hugged by their father, so when I brought him back from abroad and told him that he could go see his father, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep all night. Now...seeing you and him
We have such a good relationship, I feel very happy."
Fu Ziheng sat on another sofa and asked Jiajia to sit on his lap. When he heard Ji Yanran say this, his expression did not change, but he suddenly asked: "How old do you think Jiajia is this year?"
"Four...four years old."
Ji Yanran's heart skipped a beat and she didn't understand why Fu Ziheng suddenly asked this question. It was normal for her to have a four-year-old son after leaving City A for five years.
Fu Ziheng suddenly reached out and covered everyone's ears. Everyone thought he was playing some game with him, raised his head and smiled at him. Fu Ziheng also smiled back, opening and closing his mouth and said to Ji Yanran:
"If I remember correctly and I didn't calculate the date wrongly, nothing happened to us in the few months you left City A."
Five years ago, Fu Ziheng was in the army and rarely had the chance to come back. He had a dull temper and rarely took the initiative even when it came to love matters. When Ji Yanran took the initiative, he even said that he hoped that such a thing would
Occurs after marriage.
Ji Yanran didn't understand what he meant. Five years later, she didn't expect that he could still remember things so clearly. She began to panic a little bit. She opened her mouth several times and wanted to say something, but there was something stuck in her throat.
She was struck by a thorn and could not utter a single word.
After a long time, her eyes turned red, as if she was about to cry, and she looked straight at him, "Aheng, don't you believe me?"
Fu Ziheng stared at her pitiful appearance. After a while, he suddenly smiled. He also loosened his hands on Jiajia's ears. He lowered his head and smiled lightly: "Maybe I remembered it wrong." After a pause.
, and then asked, "Why isn't the food ready yet? Is everyone hungry?"
Every family nodded: "Well, the dishes cooked by the nanny are very fragrant. I want to eat them every time I smell them."