He was obviously a boss who would do whatever it took to achieve his mission, but he stayed with her grandma at home for more than one day.
If she hadn't broken out today, she wouldn't have known that her grandma would treat someone so kindly...
And why did she have Anjo's clothes in her apartment before?
Anjo, why are you doing all this?
Jiang Weiwei refused to think about it anymore. She wavered, and she would never be able to leave this confusing whirlpool...
"..."
Closing his eyes, the image of Xiang Yutian overturning the barbecue grill appeared before Jiang Weiyi's eyes——
She seemed to be able to see Xiang Yutian's unbelievable look in his eyes again after he was attacked by her... Was he hurt deep in his eyes?
She couldn't imagine what Xiang Yutian would look like when he woke up.
In a traditional Chinese-style room, Jiang Weiyi was lying on the bed and Ancheng was sitting on the sofa, each with their own thoughts.
An Cheng didn't sleep on the floor for a long time. He sat on the sofa with one hand casually on the sofa.
Everything looks normal.
Only his fingers were grabbing at the broken skin of the sofa, revealing the nervousness in Ancheng's heart...
Jiang Weiwei's breathing rose and fell gently, sounding softly in the small room.
An Cheng listened attentively, and his ears turned unusually red.
A pair of eyes rolled uneasily in their sockets.
Like a man with a guilty conscience, Ancheng stood up and said in a panic, "I'm going to sleep outside."
Jiang Weiwei came back to his senses from the image of Xiang Yutian in his head, sat up on the bed, and looked at him puzzledly, "There is no bed for you to sleep on outside."
"I'll ask the driver to pick me up."
Anjo walked toward the door almost in a panic, bumped into a chair under his feet, and fell heavily to the ground.
"..."
Jiang Weiyi had no choice but to get off the bed and help An Cheng up.
However, Ancheng hurriedly pushed her hand away and quickly dodged aside like a pest or cockroach, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
"Is there poison on me?"
Jiang was speechless.
"I...I'll wait...for the driver to pick me up." Ancheng stuttered in disbelief, groping around the wall in a panic.
"How many times do you have to fall down when you get to the door? Do you want to wake grandma up so she can come out and beat me?"
Jiang Weiwei said coldly.
Grandma must have been so angry when she saw her at home that her blood pressure would skyrocket.
"..." After hearing this, Ancheng compromised, "Then you sleep, I won't leave."
Immediately afterwards.
Jiang Weiyi saw Ancheng leaning against the wall like a gecko strolling, walking towards the sofa in an inexplicably funny posture...
"What’s wrong with you?"
Jiang Yiyi was confused.
A grown man plays... walking against the wall.
What is he doing?
"No, it's nothing." Ancheng stuttered helplessly, lowered his head, found the corner of the sofa and quickly sat on it.
"OK, whatever you want."
Jiang Weiwei couldn't understand him, so he could only go back to the bed and lie down.
Ancheng just sat quietly, and a beautiful hand began to pick at the broken leather on the sofa, digging a bigger hole...
His face was slightly flushed.
He was blind and couldn't see anything, but his hearing was sensitive. Jiang Weiwei's even and undulating breathing was amplified in his ears.
constantly being amplified.
But an invisible hand ambiguously touched his ear, his face, and his chest...
And that hand was Jiang's only one.
"..."
Ancheng sat there with his face slightly lowered, his Adam's apple tightened, as if he was about to suffocate.