Ji Tingshen placed the food in the small living room on the second floor.
When he pushed the door open, he bumped into Cheng Wanci's moist eyes.
"Why are you watching me like this? Don't know me anymore?"
Cheng Wanci smiled and said, "I know, my husband."
The three words "my husband" almost made Ji Tingshen pounce again.
He went over and picked up the person, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Don't look at me with such eyes, I still want to be fooled, right?"
Cheng Wan's lyrics: "..."
She was sure that the person in front of her was really Ji Tingshen, as if he had a fake one.
Is this the feeling of losing and regaining it?
Even the woman downstairs who was suspected to be pregnant with her husband's child became less important. Cheng Wanci looked at her while eating, as if she was afraid that he would disappear again.
Ji Tingshen was so comfortable that she saw him:
"Are you scared?"
"Yeah." Thinking of so many insomnia nights, Cheng Wanci didn't hide it: "I always dreamed that you were soaking in the river and waiting for me to rescue you, and you would never fall asleep again when you woke up."
Ji Tingshen pinched her face: "No wonder he lost weight, he forced people to feel sorry for him, right?"
Cheng Wanci looked at him: "Yes."
Ji Tingshen was stunned.
In my memory, Cheng Wan's poems have always been serious, and rarely when they are so emotionally exposed.
Ji Ting secretly burst out his words, rushed over and pressed the person on the sofa and kissed him again.
Thinking that she was still hungry, Ji Tingshen reluctantly left her lips.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Wanci hooked his neck and his eyes were full of desire.
"I'm full and I won't go to work tomorrow."
What is this not an invitation?
Ji Tingshen pulled off his shirt, picked up the person and went back to the bedroom, and did not stop until midnight.
The next day, Aunt Fang went upstairs, quietly took away the tableware from the small living room, and told the servants to clean it lightly.
Ren Xinxin almost broke her fingers.
Aunt Fang came over with a smile and said, "Ms. Ren, the house has been found for you, so I will arrange someone to send it to you."
"Now?" Ren Xinxin couldn't believe that a servant dared to treat her like this.
Aunt Fang: "Yes, now, the house has been cleaned up overnight. Don't worry, the environment there is very good, and it is very suitable for you to raise your baby."
Ren Xinxin almost fainted. She had spent so much effort. Could it be that she came to the old house as a guest?
Even if Ji Tingshen and Cheng Wanci got married, wouldn’t Ji Hongze, the second wife, bring back his lover and children to live with him before?
She didn't mind anymore, but she didn't expect Ji Tingshen to really drive her out.
"I won't move." Ren Xinxin sat on the sofa and looked at the second floor aggrievedly.
There was no movement on the second floor, so you can imagine how intense the two of them were last night.
Aunt Fang was a little embarrassed and was about to persuade her again, but a series of sharp footsteps stepped in.
Ji Ning'er, who had just arrived home with her friend all night last night, threw her bag to the servant beside her. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and was obviously stunned when she saw Ren Xinxin.
"Why are you here?"
Aunt Fang quickly told her happily: "Miss, the sir is back."
Ji Ning'er didn't react: "What?"
Aunt Fang was so happy: "Mr. is back." She also pointed upstairs.
Ji Ning'er came back to her senses: "Brother, is my brother back?" As she said that, she was about to run upstairs.
Aunt Fang quickly grabbed her, her face full of ambiguity could not be hidden:
"Mr. and the young lady are still sleeping. Miss. Don't go up first. Mr. is fine, okay."
Ji Ning'er covered her mouth and cried happily: "My brother is really not dead, my sister-in-law didn't lie to me. She said he would come back, is he really back?"
"I'm back, I'm back, it's so great. The family is intact again." Although I had already cried secretly last night, Aunt Fang still cried with Ji Ning'er again.