Lan Xixi felt guilty and didn't know how to reply.
[Let’s talk later, I have something to do now.] New news from Bo Zhanye flashed in.
Lan Xixi breathed a sigh of relief.
But in my heart, dense curiosity arose again.
What's going on with him so late? He and Lan Jiao are still sleeping together, and they're going to have a second child for the old lady, right?
Thinking of what she saw when she opened the door that day, all the ripples in her heart disappeared. The small stones turned into big stones, which made her panic and breathing difficult.
After all, he is someone else's husband, someone else's man.
Why does she have so many emotions towards him?
What reason is there to be jealous? Care?
After that, Bo Zhanye sent several messages, but Lan Xixi didn't read them or reply.
She cannot be calm and share a man with another woman.
Bo Zhanye didn't wait for the reply, thinking that she had fallen asleep, and felt a little disappointed, as if a corner was missing.
Not wanting to disturb her, he turned off his phone.
Tonight, he used the wounds on his body as an excuse to check into a room alone, and grandma did not interfere.
Lying on the spacious bed, he couldn't help but think of Lan Xixi's lips, Lan Xixi's breath, and her little hands last night...
And the unforgettable experience of blood flowing in the car.
He got up and went to the bathroom.
...
The next day.
sunny.
Bo Zhan got up at night, took care of his wounds, and put on his suit.
Yesterday's suit and black trousers, based on his past principles, would only be thrown away as disposable clothing.
However, thinking of Lan Xixi's shy appearance standing in front of the counter, he softened his mouth and washed it with his own hands and dried it.
After finishing all this, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.
Bo Zhanye took a picture of the clothes hanging to dry and sent it to Lan Xixi, and found that not only did she not reply, she also didn't even reply to last night's message.
Haven't you woken up yet?
No, with her responsible character, she would get up early to make breakfast and send her children to school.
Maybe you didn't look at your phone?
Inexplicably, he had never waited for a reply before, and he was a little anxious.
He made a direct call.
This way.
Lan Xixi was sitting on the desk in the studio, looking at the incoming call, not wanting to answer it.
"What's wrong? Are you having trouble with Mr. Bo?" Jiang Yanran was concerned and said:
"Actually, Bo Xilang is not very good, he is not as simple as he seems on the surface.
On the contrary, Master Jiu seems to be deep and complicated, but in fact he is often more direct."
Lan Xixi looked over: "What's wrong with you? Do you think Mr. Jiu is a very nice person because of that apartment? Do you think you have such a high opinion of him?"
Jiang Duoer smiled lightly:
"That house is not simple. Even the old lady can't step into it. It can be used by you. You should think carefully about it."
Lanxixi is silent.
First love means special and precious meaning to everyone.
If it's Brother Nan's thing, she...maybe...may not...be generous.
Just take it.
Lan Xixi gathered up her courage and prepared to answer the call, but the call was hung up at that moment.
"..."
Forget it, let's work.
"Let's go and shoot our first short video today."
"Okay!" Jiang Yanran was already full of expectations.
She has great expectations for her planning and Lan Xixi's innate nature.
The two worked quickly.
Today’s video is based on local materials, filming ‘Qingming Cake’.
Lan Xixi wore simple clothes and took a basket. She first went to the field outside the courtyard to pick Qingming flowers, washed them by the river, and then returned to the kitchen at home to start making them.