Going up the stairs, there was silence all around. Occasionally encounter other tenants going downstairs to take out the garbage, but they just pass by, and there is no sound.

It was late at night, and other places were still lively, but this place has long since turned into peace.

Cheng Ji'an went all the way, feeling the people behind him from time to time. He kept following, keeping a vague distance, except for footsteps, there was no other sound. She felt that invisible pressure again, alienated, invisible, and untouchable.

Just like just now, she was so anxious, but he just didn't care.

But why is he here?

And did he see anything? What did you hear?

The door was already open, Cheng Ji'an pushed it open, turned on the light, and turned around again, "Come in." He didn't dare to look up, his eyes just lowered.

Ji Chongjun didn't respond, just walked in.

However, the living room of 30 to 40 square meters has a small space, and the furniture is simple, and everything can be seen at a glance. Cheng Ji'an led the person to the sofa, feeling a little cramped, "Sit here for a while." After speaking, he turned to the cabinet to get the medicine box.

Ji Chongjun had already sat down on the sofa. It was a sofa for two people, and he leaned on the side.

There was no other place beside him, so when Cheng Ji'an came back, he could only sit beside him.

The medicine box was placed on the coffee table, and the iodophor and cotton swabs were taken out, and then he reached out to pick up his hand. He was wearing a suit and shirt, but the buttons at the wrist of the shirt were buttoned, and the blood on his hands was about to connect to it.

I wanted him to take off his suit, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he just said, "I'll help you roll up your sleeves."

The sleeves of the suit were turned over a few times, and he unbuttoned them again. When the sleeves of the shirt were turned up, a white and strong arm was gradually exposed.

Cheng Ji'an didn't dare to go all the way up, and stopped again when he reached the middle of his wrist. Fu picked up his palm again, and took out a cotton swab stained with iodophor to clean his wound.

Ji Chongjun didn't speak, but he always cooperated in the subtleties.

Under the light, the wound is more obvious. It's not as serious as imagined, but it's still shocking. Fortunately, because of the pressure just now, the blood pressure gradually weakened.

Cheng Ji'an wiped it carefully, for fear of hurting him, but he was just nervous, so he saw his palm move.

"I'm sorry." She noticed it and quickly apologized.

"It's fine." He responded briefly.

However, after that, he never saw his palm move.

Cheng Ji'an's eyes drooped even more, she didn't think it was because she was more careful, but he was enduring it all the time, enduring the pain, enduring her not to be more nervous.

The room was so quiet that they could feel each other's breathing. This was a distance they had never had before. In the two years of Ji's family, apart from a few occasional physical contact, when did they sit so close? Even if they eat at the same table, they are all far apart.

And when did she hold his hand? His hands were warm, slender, and perfect as diamonds.

His fingers became slightly stiff, but he still restrained and continued to smear his wound.

For a moment she wanted to explain to him what had just happened, but in the end she gave up. She thought he must have seen something, maybe heard something, but what should she explain? Explain why a man would pester her? Explain that none of what he said was true?

But why should she explain? Afraid of being misunderstood? Or are you afraid that you will be looked down upon? After all, it is superfluous and embarrassing.

Everything just proves that when she was in the Ji family, she had a noble status. As soon as she got divorced, she was immediately beaten back to the prototype, and she was only in contact with such people.

But why is he here? Is it by chance? or something else?

The wound has been cleaned up, but the hands are still covered with blood.

"I'll get a towel and wipe it for you." Cheng Ji'an stood up and walked to the bathroom again.

The water flowed down, and she leaned against the table, but her heart seemed to be blocked.

How could it be accidental? His living and working areas are separated by such a long distance.

Cheng Ji'an remembered the few eye contact at the party. At that time, she thought it was accidental and inadvertent, but now, once it was unintentional, how about two or three times? He was really looking at her.

At the ball, when she was dancing with other people, he really didn't look at her again, but he turned his back to her and started drinking.

During the whole gathering, they did not meet, as if they were strangers, but linking all their deeds was so suspicious.

Cheng Ji'an inadvertently thought of what Qiao Weiwei said, and even thought of what Gu Youshan said to her at the end.

——Sometimes I really envy you, you can easily get everything that no one else thinks.

- Do you think that he will love you if you don't divorce?

She never dared to have extravagant hopes, and even if some thoughts came to her, she would just suppress and wave her away immediately, but now...

Just now, he followed all the way and rescued her regardless.

But if he really had a friendship with her, how could he ignore her for two years? Even when she filed for divorce, he agreed right away? Now it has been proved that You Shan is lying, and the matter between him and Qiao Weiwei does not exist at all.

Cheng Ji'an's heart became more and more blocked. She turned her head and glanced at Ji Chongjun in the living room. She really wanted to ask him why you agreed to divorce in the first place...

The water is almost full, turn it off immediately. Bring the water basin to the coffee table, and wring out the towel to wipe his hands.

The white towel was quickly dyed red, dyed and washed, washed and dyed several times, and finally washed his right hand clean, and wrapped him with gauze.

However, when she twisted the towel and wanted to wipe his left hand, she saw that he had stood up and put his hand in.

"I'll help you roll up your sleeves!" The water was halfway down the basin, his hands were stretched out, and his sleeves almost got wet.

Ji Chongjun stopped, she quickly put down the towel and stepped forward to untie his cufflinks.

This time, it wasn't as detailed as before.

Ji Chongjun was standing, so was she, the sofa and the coffee table were only a crowded distance. Before sitting separately, they could maintain their balance, but now standing opposite each other, she felt the oppression again, and felt that she was in his shadow. Ji Chongjun was too tall, she was wearing high heels, but they didn't reach the tip of his ears.

After rolling up his sleeves, Ji Chongjun put his hand into the basin and washed himself. Cheng Ji'an stood aside, but just watched quietly.

She also brought soap, and Ji Chongjun washed it for a while before picking it up again. It's just that one hand is inconvenient, and the blood has already spread along the fingers, so he naturally stretched out his right hand wrapped in gauze to help.

Cheng Ji'an saw it and hurried forward.

He didn't speak, just took the soap in his hand. Ji Chongjun didn't stop it either, just let her take it.

Soap the palms and backs of his hands, and put his hands in the water.

Carefully clean, including the palm, including the fingers, including the palm.

When his fingers were inserted, he could clearly feel his fingers move, and put them on her fingertips, but they straightened quickly.

It was an act of wanting to hold her hand.

Cheng Ji'an couldn't prove whether it was his conditioned reflex or just her illusion.

After changing the water, wash it, dry it, and pour the water away.

Cheng Ji'an has a lot of thoughts, but he doesn't know how to solve it. And what to do next, the wound has been cleaned, and the hands have been washed...

After hesitating for a moment, he walked out, but Ji Chongjun had already left the sofa and walked to the door, as if preparing to leave silently.

"Are you leaving?" Seeing this, Cheng Ji'an asked two steps forward.

Ji Chongjun stood still, turned sideways, "Hmm." But his eyes didn't turn.

During the period of time just now, he also kept his eyes down, and the two never had eye contact.

"But what about the injury on your hand?" Cheng Ji'an replied. She had just seen that there was no one else in the car parked opposite.

"It doesn't matter." Ji Chongjun just replied indifferently, and looked like he didn't care.

Cheng Ji'an was silent for a moment, and then said, "But you also drank."

Standing beside him just now, although the smell of alcohol on his body was light, he could still smell it clearly. She didn't know whether he drank more or less, but there was always some.

My hand was injured and drank alcohol again. After such a long journey, what should do if something happened.

Ji Chongjun finally turned his head. He looked over, his eyes were far-reaching and thorough.

Cheng Ji'an touched it, but lowered his eyes and said, "rest for a while, and then go after the alcohol is over."

She was afraid that she would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Ji Chongjun hesitated for a while, but did not move forward after all.

Cheng Ji'an turned to the side, let him go back to the sofa and sat down, then turned around and poured him a glass of water.

Put it in front of him, but don't know what to say.

The room became quiet again, and it was already after ten o'clock.

She was still wearing her dress and high heels. Fortunately, she had put on her coat when she came back, otherwise she didn't know what to do now. It's just that feet are still a little sore. After wearing high-heeled shoes for so long and dancing for so long, will inevitably feel a little sore.

"If you're tired, go to sleep first." Ji Chongjun said suddenly.

"It's okay." Cheng Ji'an quickly shook his head.

After a while, he said, "Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?" It was so late, and he seemed to have never eaten at the party, so he should be hungry.

And if you find something to do, it won't be so embarrassing.

Ji Chongjun was silent for a while, and then replied, "Okay."

Cheng Ji'an went to the kitchen and turned over the refrigerator, but found that there was nothing to eat, but there were sweet and sour pork ribs and potato roast chicken left over from lunch, but they were all left over, and it was not easy to give him to eat. After thinking about it, still took out the noodles and the only remaining tomato.

Start cleaning and start cooking again. Occasionally, he glanced back at Ji Chongjun.

Still sitting on the sofa, he closed his eyes as if asleep. She thought he must have been drinking too much.

Go ahead, fry the eggs, pour the boiled noodles, put in the tomatoes, methodically. This is what she does best.

While she was busy, Ji Chongjun opened his eyes and looked over.

She was busy, wearing a fancy dress, standing in the kitchen, washing up the soup for him. He has never been so beautiful, his heart throbbing and his eyes trembling.

The tomato omelette noodles are quickly ready and served on the table with a tangy aroma.

Ji Chongjun had already sat down, but Cheng Ji'an was stunned when he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to hand them over. She only wanted to be the best at her, but she forgot that his right hand was injured.

Glancing at the chopsticks in his hand, he hesitated, but in the end he still took a chopstick in the noodle bowl.

"I'll do it myself." A hand reached out from the side and took the chopsticks in her hand.

Cheng Ji'an let go when his hands touched it, but Ji Chongjun had already eaten with his left hand.

His left hand was unnatural, but he ate the noodles smoothly. Cheng Ji'an looked at it, and turned around to get a fork.

"Thank you." Ji Chongjun said, and continued to eat noodles.

His demeanor has always been good, and his face has always been calm. Cheng Ji'an couldn't see whether his cooking was delicious. Although I have tasted it myself, salty and bland are no problem, but it is too simple after all.

"If it doesn't taste good, leave it alone." Uneasy in his heart, he still said one sentence.

"It's delicious." Ji Chongjun raised his head, but just replied.

Cheng Ji'an listened, and his heart fluctuated again for no reason.

Ji Chongjun ate all the noodles and even the soup, Cheng Ji'an watched and squeezed his fingers.

For a moment she felt something, she wanted to say something, but after all, she didn't have enough courage.

After Ji Chongjun finished eating, he picked up the tableware and stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Cheng Ji'an was sitting on the sofa. Seeing this, he got up quickly, "I'll come."

Ji Chongjun had already arrived in the kitchen and was about to put the bowl in the sink to clean it. Cheng Ji'an walked over to him to take it, and quickly turned on the faucet again, but stopped for a moment.

There are very few rooms, and the kitchen is only a small place. When two people stand, it is inevitable that there will be no distance. Her shoulders rested on his body, as if she could turn around and fall into his arms.

Neither of them moved, both of them became stiff, and both of them held their breath.

"Dong dong dong——" There was a sudden knock on the door outside.

The dream seemed to be awakened, and both of them loosened up.

But who will be out there?

"Cheng An'an? Are you asleep?" Zhan Ming's voice sounded outside the door.

Cheng Ji'an breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to mention it again.

Ji Chongjun calmed down and lowered his eyes, but he had already said, "Then I'll go first."

Those feelings just now seemed to have become illusions, and he had become the indifferent and alienated Ji Chongjun.

"Ji Chongjun!" Cheng Ji'an watched him go out, but stopped him again.

Ji Chongjun stood still.

Cheng Ji'an's lips moved, but in the end she couldn't help it, "Why are you here tonight?" Her eyes trembled, and there was hope in her eyes.

Ji Chongjun turned his back to her, was silent for a while, and replied, "The divorce certificate is out, I'll send it to you."

After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

"..." Cheng Ji'an clenched his hand tightly, and a trace of sadness finally flashed in his eyes.

Ji Chongjun walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, Zhan Ming watched a man emerge from inside, his eyes widened.

Ji Chongjun just glanced at him, then turned and left.

Zhanming turned his head in a daze, and when he walked down the stairs, he came back to his senses, isn't this person Ji Chongjun?

Looking back, Cheng Ji'an has come to the door.

"Zhanming?" Her voice was a little weak, and the smile on her face was a little reluctant.

"Ah, I brought you a mobile phone," Zhan Ming murmured back, "You landed in a taxi, and the taxi driver took another order after he left. The passenger found out that the taxi driver did notIf you know where you live, you can only send it to me..."

After chatting about the price in the car for a while, he accidentally mentioned the floor where he lived.Fortunately, said, otherwise the driver would not be able to find a place to send it back.

Zhan Ming explained, but subconsciously looked down at the empty stairs over there.

Cheng Ji'an smiled and said weakly, "He is my husband and has been divorced."