The daily life of a woman who wears a book and spoils her wife

On the way back, there was only soft music flowing in the small space between the two of them in the carriage.

Wen Zhitong turned her head and looked at Ruan Jingyan's soft and beautiful side face. The other party's usual indifferent expression, with her red lips slightly pursed, was a bit cold for no reason.

Under Ruan Jingyan's trembling long eyelashes were Wen Zhitong's deep eyes that could not be clearly seen.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wen Zhitong turned his gaze out of the car window, watching the busy traffic on the street, and his heart became confused.

The car stopped in the underground garage, Ruan Jingyan got out of the car and opened the trunk.

"I'll do it myself!" Wen Zhitong grabbed the handle of the suitcase ahead of her.

Ruan Jingyan withdrew her mind, her dim eyes finally became somewhat clear when they aimed at her.She bent her eyebrows at Wen Zhitong, and asked softly: "Can you..." Then, she reached out and patted the suitcase, and looked at her: "This is very heavy!"

The corners of Wen Zhitong's lips curled slightly, and under Ruan Jingyan's gaze, she easily lifted the suitcase down with one hand.

Ruan Jingyan stared at her incredulously, with surprise in her eyes.

When leaving the villa area before, it was the servant at home who helped carry the suitcase into the car, so Ruan Jingyan naturally didn't see Wen Zhitong's ability.

The pulleys of the suitcase slid on the ground for a certain distance. Seeing that the people behind him did not keep up, Wen Zhitong stopped, turned around, and smiled slightly at Ruan Jingyan who was still standing at the rear of the car, "I have been studying since I was a child." With effort, it’s not a problem to lift some heavy objects.”

He Meishan sits where she is today, and there are quite a few people who are jealous. Even if she will always protect her dear baby in her palm, there is no harm in having a skill by her side.

Therefore, He Meishan asked Wen Zhitong to learn Chinese Kungfu since she was a child.Even if she goes abroad, there will still be a personal trainer to teach her.

Hearing this, Ruan Jingyan just smiled faintly, took out the things she just bought one by one, closed the trunk, walked around the back of the car and walked to the side of the car, opened the door and took out a soft pillow.

"Thank you!"

Seeing the little pig in Ruan Jingyan's arms, Wen Zhitong rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment, and hurriedly followed to take the pillow.

It was rare to see the girl's cheeks blushing again, Ruan Jingyan's clear eyes flashed a trace of tenderness, she raised her hand to rub the top of her hair, and said, "Go up!"

Knowing that Wen Zhitong was going to move in, Ruan Jingyan cleaned the apartment inside and out in advance, and replaced all the sheets and quilts with new ones.

There are also bathroom toiletries, which are also new.

As for her and her past, she collected them as carefully as possible and stored them all in the storage room.

Ruan Jingyan brought Wen Zhitong to the side sleeper that had been prepared for her in advance, opened the wardrobe, and the inside was cleaned up spotlessly.

"You can hang all your clothes here." Ruan Jingyan pointed to the closet, took out a set of pajamas from the middle layer and put them on the bedside, then turned to Wen Zhitong who was standing aside, and smiled, "This is for you." Prepared pajamas, I wonder if you like it or not?"

When Ruan Jingyan prepared this set of pajamas for her, she hadn't seen Wen Zhitong herself. She just relied on her knowledge of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls to think that she would also like this style of pajamas.

The little girl's heart is mostly warm and soft, like flowing clouds o clothes o small o built clear water, clean without impurities.

And that faint, shy smile, swaying like a summer lotus.

This is Ruan Jingyan's overall impression of the girls in her class. Ruan Jingyan thought that Wen Zhitong would probably be the same girl.

It's just that after seeing Wen Zhitong herself, Ruan Jingyan knew that she was different from other girls.

Wen Zhitong's demeanor was very clean, like a green lotus emerging from mud but not stained, but it added a bit of coolness.

Following her movements, Wen Zhitong's eyes fell on that set of pink pajamas, facing upwards was a pattern of a jackrabbit with half of an ear exposed.

Wen Zhitong frowned lightly, since she could remember, she didn't seem to have worn such childish pajamas.

But after all the other party's whole heart, Wen Zhitong politely thanked her with a smile.

Ruan Jingyan leaned against the door, watching Wen Zhitong tidying up the closet slowly.

Wen Zhitong is a slow person, she can somewhat observe it from the short time of getting along with each other for a few hours.

"I'll just clean up here myself, if you have something to do."

Wen Zhitong hung up the coat in his hand, turned around and said something to the person in front of him.

In fact, from getting off the car to returning home, Ruan Jingyan pretended to be calm, she didn't see it.Although she was trying her best to take care of herself, Wen Zhitong caught her anxious eyes when she subconsciously glanced at the watch.

She knew that she was still thinking about that text message.

"This······"

Ruan Jingyan was obviously apologetic, with a hesitant expression.After all, this is Wen Zhitong's first visit to her home, so she should treat guests well.

As if seeing the other party's concern, Wen Zhitong's calm cheeks slightly evoked a smile, "I feel a little uncomfortable when you look here, so it's better to let me clean up by myself." Wen Zhitong's bright eyes suddenly flickered. Shan, added: "I can cook lunch and dinner by myself, so you don't have to worry about coming back in a hurry."

She knew that the other party had important matters to deal with, but she couldn't get away because of her presence.

Ruan Jingyan stared at her for a few seconds, the surprise and relief in her eyes were obvious.She knew that Wen Zhitong was a quiet girl, but she didn't expect her to be so delicate.

Ruan Jingyan couldn't help looking at her with gentle eyes, stretched out her hand and gently stroked her head and added `Wu`Lu`Yi`Y`四`II`Wu`Jiu`Lu, "Then I'll go out first! However, I'll be back soon."

When the other party's hand touched her lightly, Wen Zhitong could feel her heart skip a beat, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across her eyes.

Wen Zhitong couldn't figure out where her inexplicable panic and nervousness came from, so she just nodded at Ruan Jingyan and sent her out of the bedroom.

Ruan Jingyan took her bag and car keys, turned around and asked before leaving the door: "By the way, is it convenient for you to tell me your mobile phone number? I think... I can also contact you in time if something happens. you."

Wen Zhitong stopped when she turned around, and one step closer to her, Wen Zhitong suddenly felt that the air was a little thinner, and took a small step back without a trace, Wen Zhitong then took out her phone and handed it over, "You use my The phone is calling you."

"Okay!" Ruan Jingyan took it, her slender fingers fluttering on the screen.

Wen Zhitong stared at her pink fingertips, and she almost blurted out the words "slender hands".

The door of the room was closed by Ruan Jingyan from the outside, and Wen Zhitong was still holding the mobile phone returned by the other party, and it seemed that the warmth of the other party's palm still remained on it.

Wen Zhitong smiled, her heart seemed to be empty suddenly.

The phone's music ringtone suddenly wafted across the room, Wen Zhitong glanced down at the screen, and pressed the answer button.

"Tongtong, have you arrived at your sister-in-law's house? Are you still used to living there?" The other end of the phone spoke softly, showing concern for her daughter.

Wen Zhitong is not used to being called "sister-in-law", so she frowned slightly and responded, "It's all good, she... has prepared everything for me."

Wen Zhitong thought about it, but still couldn't call her sister-in-law.

"That's good······"

Wen Zhitong walked to the balcony with her mobile phone, just in time to see Ruan Jingyan's car driving out of the community, from the traces drawn by the wheels on the ground, one could imagine how anxious the owner of the car was at this moment.

Wen Zhitong's thoughts drifted away with the car that was drifting away, He Meishan's voice was still ringing in the cell phone next to her ear, but she didn't seem to be in the mood to pay attention to it.

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At the end of August, the air is still hot and dry.The sky is blue and there are no clouds for thousands of miles.

On the 17th floor of the office building of Jinding Building, a crew is filming an urban drama.

"Cut!" The director shouted to stop angrily, staring at Han Yiyi in front of the camera with a dark face, "Start again!"

I don't know how many times it was retaken, Han Yiyi raised his hand to gently wipe off the sweat stains on his neck, and turned his head to face the empty environment in front of him, feeling like crying without tears.

"Action!" the director gave an order, and Han Yiyi imagined a person standing opposite, speaking to the air with as much emotion as possible.

This time, Han Yiyi didn't get stuck, and acted in one breath, both in expression and in speaking speed.

"Okay, take a break for 10 minutes!"

At noon, the sun was extremely hot. Even though the air conditioner was on, the crowd was so crowded that a little cool breeze seemed insignificant.

Han Yiyi came out from the shooting location, and his assistant Wei Ran handed her a glass of water, and approached her with a small electric fan in his hand: "Sister Han, you've worked hard!"

Wei Ran wiped the sweat from Han Yiyi's forehead, and complained bluntly, "Even if Mr. He is behind her, she can't be so unprofessional, right? If it wasn't for her, Sister Han wouldn't you?" As for being scolded by the director."

It was none other than Wei Ran who complained, but Han Yiyi's college classmate, Zhang Jiaxuan, who is now a big celebrity in front of Mr. He.

Everyone in the crew knew that she had a hard backstage, even if she didn't come to shoot, no one dared to speak up, and no one dared to replace the heroine's role without authorization.

Han Yiyi lowered his head and took a sip of water to moisten his smoky throat, and was noncommittal to Wei Ran's words.But Wei Ran is a straightforward person after all, if someone listens to her words, she can make a small report to Mr. He or Zhang Jiaxuan, given her current status, it is not enough to protect her.

"In this case, don't talk about it in the future." Han Yiyi sat down in the lounge, glanced at the door, and reminded the assistant beside him.

Now that Zhang Jiaxuan has climbed up to Mr. He, the background is hardened, so the treatment is naturally different.

Han Yiyi knows how difficult it is for her to come all the way to today. The last drama has just accumulated some popularity, but it will not make her popular. She still has a lot to work hard for, so naturally she can't be as willful as Zhang Jiaxuan And for it.

What's more, the actor who played with her is not there, so her workload will be much heavier.She not only has to remember her own lines, but also remembers the other party's, so as not to make up the feelings and make the filming effect appear abrupt.

After a few seconds of silence, Han Yiyi finally recovered and felt less tired, so she put down the water glass, stood up and walked towards the door.

Wei Ran was packing her things, saw Han Yiyi's movements, turned her head and asked, "Sister Han, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Wait and I'll accompany you." Wei Ran put down what she was carrying and was about to follow.

With his back turned to her, Han Yiyi waved at her and refused, "No need, I'll be right back."

Han Yiyi was the only one in the bathroom. She was propping her hands on the sink at this moment, staring at herself in the mirror with her moist eyes, as if she wanted to capture the secret hidden in her heart through those dark eyes. The figure of the man.

After a while, she straightened her body, and smiled bitterly at herself in the mirror, and the smile disappeared along the corner of her mouth.

Bending down, holding a handful of water and applying it to her face, the cold feeling penetrated into the skin instantly, Han Yiyi's heart shrank suddenly, her eyes seemed to be irritated and sore.

Han Yiyi could feel the heat in his palm, but it was quickly diluted by the cool water.

When she straightened up, suddenly there was another person beside her.

Han Yiyi raised his hand to wipe the water stains on his face, blinked his red eyes, and didn't seem to care about He Meishan's staring eyes at her.

"Would you like to wipe it off?" He Meishan handed over a tissue and looked at the mole at the corner of Han Yiyi's eye, as if seeing another person through her.

He Meishan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes fell to the side.

"Thank you!" After receiving the tissue, Han Yiyi lowered her head slightly, not noticing the other party's strangeness, bypassing He Meishan, and walked out of the bathroom.

The footsteps were a little flustered, rather than walking, it would be better to say that he was fleeing.

Han Yiyi is a very strong person, so she seldom cries in front of others.This time, I wanted to wash my face to release my emotions, but I didn't want to be bumped into by my boss.

Han Yiyi felt embarrassed, and didn't want to expose her vulnerable side to anyone.Although it seemed impolite to leave without even saying hello, she didn't want to stay there for another second.

Back in the lounge, Wei Ran just packed everything.Seeing Han Yi come back, she picked up the mobile phone on the table and walked over, "Sister Han, just came to make a call."

Although Han Yiyi usually has a gentle temper and is considered an easy-going entertainer, she also has her own stubbornness. For things like private calls, without her permission, Wei Ran generally would not answer for her.

After all, artists also need privacy.

Han Yiyi didn't speak, took the phone and nodded at her, then sat down beside the sofa.

What was displayed on the phone screen was an unfamiliar number, but she had already known this series of numbers by heart. Even if there was no note, she could immediately remember who the owner of the phone was.

The knuckle fingers tightly gripped the phone in the palm of his hand, and Han Yiyi's thoughts were all on the string of numbers.

The phone rang again.

Han Yiyi's heart trembled, like an electric shock, and the throbbing feeling ran rampant in his heart.