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 made 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."
