Since she learned Ye Ayen's secret last week, she has been full of conflicts. Her father's intention is to hide it from her mother first and make plans when he comes back. However, Ji Jinyao looks at her mother's uninformed face every day. She feels so depressed that she doesn't even know what expression she wants to face Ye Ayen again. [ ]

"Why are you laughing so hard? Do you know that we have a match later and you are nervous?"

"How could it be? My mother's acting skills are so good that it will inspire me more."

There is a water dispenser outside the dressing room. Ye Yiyin bent over and was picking up the water. The conversation between Yao Moqi and Ji Jinyao gently floated into her ears.

She put down the water cup, took out her phone, and clicked on the email sent by Ke Yunze, which clearly stated Ji Rongyan's specific itinerary and attached a detailed schedule.

Ji Jinyao waited for Yao Moqi to finish his makeup, and the two walked out of the dressing room together.

There was no one in the corridor, there was a beautiful glass on the water dispenser, and a few slices of light yellow lemons floated on the water surface, and the heat was swaying.

There was no Yayani scene in the afternoon, Ji Jinyao felt a little relaxed, and even his acting skills were performed more naturally.

The sun slowly sets from the horizon, and the afterglow plates the milky white western building with a layer of scarlet light.

The wooden sign next to the iron gate is painted with two big words: "Jizhai".

Ye Ayen looked down at her head and looked for the key in her bag. She had now changed into a Japanese-style brown striped shirt. The simple cotton and linen made her look low-key and elegant. She was wearing a pair of glasses on her nose. This way, she was completely different from the red leaves that always wore bright red skirts in the play, and no one noticed her.

Ye Yiyin quietly came to the room where Ji Qingrui lived. Without any hesitation, she took out all the books with her own handwriting and threw them into the iron bucket in the corner of the wall, took out a lighter to light it.

Although her handwriting has changed over the past few years, if given to experts for identification, she will still find that she and Ji Qingrui are the same person. She will not let more people know about this. Ji Qingrui is dead, and those dirty pasts should be buried under her glory today.

A black sedan drove downstairs, Ji Rongyan got out of the car with his suitcase and waved to the driver.

The original schedule was seven days, but Ji Rongyan couldn't let go of it. He gave up the last day's visit and came back early.

When he entered the door, Ji Rongyan changed his shoes in the entrance hall. Suddenly he saw a bunch of keys thrown on the shoe cabinet, and the lucky cat decorations covered with rhinestones were shining.

Is Yaoyao at home too?

Just so happens that he has something to ask.

Ji Rongyan put his suitcase in the living room and walked upstairs...

The flames in the iron bucket were burning, Ye Ayen took off her glasses and put them on the table, her eyes suddenly being caught by the small wooden frame.

Ji Jinyao, with a sweet smile, stood beside the ugly Ji Qingrui, and was set off as holy and beautiful as an angel.

After a long time, Ye Ayane picked up the frame and threw it into the fire coldly. The sound of glass bursting sounded, like a broken heart.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and then the false door was pushed open, causing a gust of breeze.

Ye Ayen turned around subconsciously and saw Ji Rongyan standing at the door with a shocked look. Her heart suddenly shook and suddenly retreated. She almost knocked over the hot iron bucket. A few strands of ashes floated out and fell on the clean floor.

Ji Rongyan vaguely guessed what was going on, and the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into surprise.
Chapter completed!