The World of Two People

In the more than two months after Lei Meng returned to China, Jiara never left the gate of Lei Meng's mid-level villa! What she repeats every day is to clean and wipe the entire villa. Occasionally, flowers are arranged and placed in different places to make the whole villa more lively.

Chiara will never blame Jiara for this, she treats her as a half-master. Jiara feels unprecedented freedom here, although this is not her home. But the world is so big, where is her home? If Raymond hadn't taken her in, which street would she be living on now?

So Raymond is as important to her as a savior! At least he allowed her to temporarily forget the pain and live a peaceful life. Now that Raymond has gone back to Italy, she feels that she has lost her only piece of driftwood, so she can only keep herself busy all day to avoid wild thoughts.

And the future is so far away for Jiara, for which she doesn't even think about tomorrow. Besides, what is the difference between today and tomorrow for her! She just lives like a walking dead, killing time.

Ramon would call sometimes, early in the morning, but it happened to be late at night in Italy,

"Is everything okay with you?" Raymond asked on the other end of the phone. In fact, he wanted to ask her if she was okay? But he didn't say it because he was afraid of scaring her.

"It's the same as before you returned to China!" Because except for the flower arrangement, she didn't change anything, even every item in his study and bedroom, she didn't change.

"Thank you!" Every time he calls and hears her voice, he can feel happy, because it means that she is still in the villa and has not left.

"I didn't do anything!" Jiara said, so he didn't have to say thank you to her! It should be her who should say thank you, she is very grateful to him for taking her in.

"Take care of yourself, I'm hanging up! Good morning!" He said good morning to Jiara in the early morning in China in the late night in Italy, his time and her time were synchronized.

"Good night!" Jiara said with a faint smile, because she knew that it was late at night in Italy.

At Ji's house,

Jie came back reeking of alcohol, and even had trouble walking. In the end, it was only with Zhang Xiao's support that he reluctantly returned to his bedroom.

"You can go down!" After Ouyang Xue followed in, she said to Zhang Xiao. She didn't even have a basic etiquette, so she directly ordered Zhang Xiao like a servant.

Zhang Xiao glanced at Jie, who was lying on the bed drunk and unconscious, still a little worried.

"Did you hear what I said!" Ouyang Xue urged impatiently.

Zhang Xiao didn't say anything, turned and left Jie's bedroom.

After Zhang Xiao left, Ouyang Xue closed the door, turned around and heard Jie talking,

"Ai'er——Ai'er—" Jie was talking drunk, calling Ji Ai'er all the time. This was even more harsh to Ouyang Xue's ears, a crazy conspiracy formed in her mind.

She starts taking off Ji-eun's clothes. . . . . .