A little later, everyone received a dinner invitation from Mrs. Jian.
In a living room in Zhuangyan Garden, Ye Wanwan was rubbing her ankles because she had not worn high heels for a long time. After wearing them just now, although the shoes fit her feet when she put them on, her heels were wearing out when she walked.
There was a red mark.
"What's wrong?" a deep male voice asked from behind.
Ye Wanwan immediately straightened her posture and shook her head shyly, "It's nothing."
She was afraid that if she said her feet hurt, the man would check her feet, but she didn't know that her serious and panicked look would actually reflect that she had a problem in front of Jian Zhipei, who had strong insight.
The man walked around the sofa and walked to her. He squatted down and looked at her feet. "Is your foot injured? Let me take a look."
"Don't... don't look at it." Ye Wanwan tried her best to hide with her jade feet.
However, the man still caught a glimpse of the red mark on the back of her foot. He looked up at her and said, "Next time your foot hurts, tell me anytime, don't bear it."
After saying that, Jian Zhipei asked his servants to bring some ointment, and he applied it to her himself.
The cool feeling relieved the painful feeling, and the gentle caress of this man's palm made it even more comfortable.
"Okay, that's it!" Ye Wanwan said to him.
"Go to my room, let's talk." Jian Zhipei stood up and led her to the room.
Ye Wanwan stood in the man's tough master bedroom. The scenery here was unique. Her heart was at peace at the moment, overflowing with satisfaction and sweetness. She no longer had to worry about him leaving her.
She wanted to inform her parents that she was getting married tomorrow, but she was afraid that the long journey would make her parents think wildly, so she had no choice but to marry her first and then go back to her country to apologize to them!
Just when she was in a daze, a pair of arms suddenly came around her waist from behind, and the man's tall nose gently rubbed the hair on her neck, which was particularly lingering.
Ye Wanwan's pretty face couldn't help but blush slightly. She felt that besides forgetting their previous affairs, this man seemed to have come back in terms of behavior and behavior, clinging to people like a little puppy back home.
"My wife smells so good." Jian Zhipei, who was behind him, praised her after smelling her.
Ye Wanwan was sure that except for his amnesia, he was no different from before. She turned around, raised her head and looked at his handsome face, took the initiative to stand on her toes and kissed the side of his face.
"Thank you for choosing me." Ye Wanwan looked at him affectionately. He was her salvation and was already the most important person in her life, even more important than her life.
If he and Qiao Xuemei got married, she had never thought about what would happen to her in the future. She might return to China depressed and then live in grief all day long, unable to extricate herself.
Hearing these words, Jian Zhipei's breathing stagnated. He felt her position in his heart and realized his importance to her. If he really got married to Qiao Xuemei because of the effect of the drug.
What should she do? Even if he wakes up later, it will be a huge harm to her.
Jian Zhipei gritted his teeth. He must make Qiao Dong's family pay the price. What they hurt was the woman he cared about most.
Jian Zhipei held her tightly in his arms and put his cheek against her forehead, "Although my memory has forgotten you, my heart has not forgotten you, my body has not forgotten you, and all my feelings are telling me,
I like you and I only want you."
Tears welled up in Ye Wanwan's eyes. Fortunately, she was here. If she had even hesitated at home, she might have missed each other.
