Cheng Ji'an had a dream that Ji Chongjun was sleeping beside him, but when he woke up, there was no one beside his pillow. Even the crease of the quilt has never moved too much.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the curtains of Ji's house were thick and dense, blocking all the light, only a wall lamp in front of the bed was on, but it only made the huge room more dim and depressed. Cheng Ji'an sat beside the bed, his face still young, but his expression became a little wistful.

She has been married to Ji Chongjun for two years. She often falls asleep alone, and often wakes up alone. It seems that she is the only one with the lights on all night.

Sometimes, she couldn't even remember what Ji Chongjun looked like.

Cheng Ji'an felt a little bored, but soon sat up straight again, and exhaled softly and shallowly.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she was the dignified and peaceful Mrs. Ji again, with curly hair, a knee-length dress, and beige high heels stepping on the carpet, making only a slight screeching sound.

It was sunny outside, and the surroundings were silent, except for the sound of her footsteps, there was no sound. There are nearly ten rooms on the second floor, and she lives alone, and she is used to it.

He walked down the spiral staircase and came to the corner, but his eyes were still inadvertently looking towards the room facing south. After only one glance, he took it back again - it was Ji Chongjun's study, and he didn't know when it became him. bedroom, if he comes back.

They have been separated for a long time, or rather, they have never lived together like any other couple. They have slept together, but how many times? once? twice? three times? ...a handful.

And the first time...

The past appeared in front of her eyes, Cheng Ji'an lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, but she quickly abandoned everything. She raised her head and looked at the door of the study again.

How long has it been since he came back this time?

The door to the study was closed, as if someone was there.

When she walked to the dining room, the servants were setting various kinds of breakfasts on the table. She had breakfast at 7:30. The servants had already mastered her habit. Only when she approached and was about to pull out the chair and sit down, she stopped again.

Wu Ma was really busy, but instead of setting breakfast for her, she was cleaning the dinner plate in the main seat.

Theme? That is……

"Mrs. early, Mr. Ji came back last night and just left after breakfast..." Next to her, Mother Wu set the plate for her and said softly.

Cheng Ji'an turned his head, and outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling window in the distance, the trees were lush, and a figure happened to pass through the trees.

Wearing a white shirt with a black suit hanging on his arms, he is tall and straight. There is only one profile, but it already has a handsome and perfect silhouette.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it will always be so far away.

The owner of the Ji Group was and is now.

Cheng Ji'an tightened, and soon loosened, Ji Chongjun left her sight and never looked back. Sit down and pick up the spoon, but it didn't fall into the bowl.

Wu Ma's voice sounded again, "Mr. wanted to wait for your wife when he had breakfast just now, but I used it first after I received a phone call. It should be something urgent..." Her voice was low and cautious, Again with a hint of impatience.

Cheng Ji'an recovered, raised his head and smiled at her, "Yeah." Her smile was light and beautiful, but not the slightest comfort.

How could Ji Chongjun wait for her? If he would wait for her, how could he come back once a month and still stay overnight in the study?

What happened in this house, they understood better than anyone else.

It's because see it too clearly, so feel sympathy for her...

Cheng Ji'an quickly ran out of breakfast, half a bowl of porridge, a piece of bread, that's all. She went back upstairs again, shutting herself up in her own world.

It was a studio, spacious, sunny, well-lit, with a lot of books. It turned out to be a study. After half a year of being overwhelmed and doing nothing, she asked for permission and changed it into a studio, and finally found something she could do.

She said it was a change, but she just added some things. The original furnishings have not been moved, but suddenly one day, she found that many of the original things had been removed. Only then did she know that Ji Chongjun had also worked here before. . But when she used it, he never came in again.

He has never had a clear line with her, he will not touch all the things she has used; all the places she has been, he will not appear. First this study, now this villa.

She has spent most of the past year and a half in this studio. She is an art major and loves to paint. Now painting has become her pastime and her solace.

Staying here, you don't have to be afraid of making mistakes, you don't have to be afraid of being out of tune with this world.

It's just that can quickly immerse self in the world of painting in the past, but this time couldn't fall into the gods no matter what. The room was very quiet, and the sunlight fell on the colorful scroll, but only reflected the blurred light.

Cheng Ji'an heard his heart beating, dull and empty.

The house was huge, but it seemed like she was alone.

Today, she has been married to Ji Chongjun for two full years.

Two years, short and long.

I don't know how long it took, a ringing sound woke her up, and when she saw it, it was Gu Youshan who called. The Gu family and the Ji family are friends, and You Shan is her only friend here.

"Hello..." Cheng Ji'an answered the phone, feeling a little hoarse in his voice.

On the other side, Gu Youshan's voice was brisk, "An An, let's go to the newly opened Shangcheng Club for dinner tonight, I heard that the Qiongyu Cup there is very delicious, I haven't been there yet, so I just happened to try it this time. …”

You Shan just came back from abroad two days ago, and she called her last night to ask her to have dinner with her today. At that time, she hadn't thought of a place, and she just said that she would talk about it tomorrow.

"Okay." But there's no need to think about it now.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Cheng Ji'an went out and made an appointment with You Shan at 7 o'clock. It was the Ji family's car, and the driver was Lao Zhou, her full-time driver. Ji Chongjun was estranged from her, but gave her the treatment she deserved as Mrs. Ji. She didn't understand it at first, but then she figured it out.

Old Zhou speaks very little, and she has been quiet all the time. After two years of getting along, the two have long been used to each other. Silent all the way.

Parking at the entrance of Shangcheng Clubhouse, Lao Zhou walked down quickly and opened the door for her, before saying, "Madam, I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot, feel free to call me if you have any orders."

"I guess for a while, you can find a place to rest first, and then contact you when you leave."

"OK."

Lao Zhou drove away quickly, Cheng Ji'an turned around and walked towards the door.

The Shangcheng Clubhouse is magnificent, and under the dazzling huge crystal lamps, the exchanges are full of wealth. Cheng Ji'an was once cramped, but now that he is in a place like this, he has already been able to adapt. Handbags in hand, high heels walking across the slick floor tiles, gestures and gestures, all decent.

Just getting used to it again is not real joy. The man in the elevator mirror had a beautiful face, but there was a flash of tiredness in his eyes.

You Shan's private room was located on the west side of the second floor. As soon as she entered the door, she gave her a big hug.

"An An, I miss you so much."

Youshan is two years younger than her, enthusiastic and lively. When she first married into the Ji family, she didn't know anyone. It was Youshan who came to chat on her own initiative. Later, she also took her to eat, play, and attend parties from time to time. Fewer people. She was not used to it at first, because she had never met such a warm person before, and then she slowly adapted. Her world is too quiet, she needs such a person to appear by her side.

You Shan took her to the seat and frowned again, "An An, you dress so formally every time I see you... You are only twenty-six years old, do you need to dress so old-fashioned, you're almost like my mother , it's really blinding your face..."

Cheng Ji'an laughed, and she deliberately changed her clothes before going out, but that's right, all her clothes are so formal, except for the colors, the styles are the same, just to be able to cope with any unexpected scene. She is Mrs. Ji now, and all that should be noticed, should be paid attention to.

Fortunately, Youshan did not continue to talk, but talked about her experience of this European trip. Cheng Ji listened quietly, occasionally answering a sentence. She likes to hear her talk, because she always hears a lot of things she has never experienced.

During this period, Youshan's mobile phone has been very busy, WeChat, text messages, phone calls, one after another, she always has too many friends, there are countless lively. Cheng Ji'an was a little envious. Her mobile phone was always quiet, and there were few stored numbers.

The Qiongyu cup in the Shangcheng Club is really delicious. After You Shan finished eating one cup, she asked for another cup, but when the second cup came up, You Shan shouted that she was too full to eat, and then called the waiter to pay the bill. .

The daughter of the Gu family is also notoriously self-willed, and the Qiongyu cup is expensive. Cheng Ji'an smiled, but also took out his card. Youshan brought her an expensive gift from abroad, and she should buy this order anyway.

The pocket flowers Ji Chongjun gave her were equally generous.

You Shan didn't refuse. After she paid the order, she took her arm and walked out, "Let's go shopping first, just in time to digest and digest food, and I'll eat too much if I can't help it. Don't call me Lao Zhou. , just take my car."

Just walking out of the elevator downstairs not far, You Shan said "Oops", but said, "I seem to have lost my car keys." She rummaged through her bag, but couldn't find it.

"Think about where you put it?" Cheng Ji'an helped her review.

"It may be in the private room. I'll go up and look for it. You can wait for me here." You Shan said that she had entered the elevator.

Cheng Ji'an couldn't catch up, so he could only stop. It was inconvenient to stand at the elevator entrance, and there were several paintings hanging on the wall. She walked over and slowly appreciated it.

I don't know how long it took, but You Shan never came down, and she didn't answer the phone.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening again from the elevator behind him, and Cheng Ji'an turned his head back subconsciously. When he saw it, he was stunned.

A group of people walked out of the elevator, five men and five women, in pairs, either arm-in-arm or clasping their shoulders, whispering to each other and being intimate.

She knew the person at the head, a white shirt, black trousers, tall, handsome, and it was her husband Ji Chongjun. There is also a female companion beside him, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, a red dress outlines her beautiful and compelling figure. Although the two of them didn't put their arms around their shoulders, they were still close to each other, inseparable from each other.

Cheng Ji'an's hands were clenched tightly, but his eyes were fixed as they walked out of the elevator. The surrounding world seemed to stand still, and only one screen kept scrolling.

Someone finally discovered her existence, someone pulled Ji Chongjun from behind, and then Ji Chongjun stopped, turned his head, and cast his eyes.

Everyone also stopped, and their eyes fell on her.

No one expected that Mrs. Ji would appear here.

Cheng Ji'an hadn't seen Ji Chongjun for a long time, the distance between the two was only ten paces away, and everything could be clearly seen. His eyebrows, his lips, and his shorter haircut than last time. It is indeed a stranger. After two years of marriage, how many times has she met or even spoken to him?

The goodbye of the couple after so long is not at home, but just a chance encounter outside.

Cheng Ji'an came back to her senses, she knew that everyone was waiting for her response, but she just smiled lightly, put away her phone, and turned around and walked into the elevator that opened the door again.

Like just met an ordinary acquaintance, like nothing happened.

She is Mrs. Ji, Mrs. Ji's wife, all she can do is this.

Maybe it's still not good enough.

The elevator door closed again, and the group of people standing at the door gradually eased. Some were incredulous, some were full of interest, some had already left everything behind, and only smiled at the red-clothed beauty beside Ji Chongjun: "Qiao Weiwei, it's really not a blow to you, Brother Jun's wife is so much prettier than you. It's gone!"

Others remained silent. Ji Chongjun ignored everyone's inquiries and just walked out of the door quickly. His face was calm, with no waves, as if nothing had happened.