Chapter: 818
If we say that his residence, which used to be a standard courtyard house, is now a small European-style villa.
In the yard, there are all kinds of graffiti, and the place where Wu Zong hit the cave and collapsed, unexpectedly made a swimming pool out.
Seeing Ji Fan's return, Zhang Yue rushed over immediately, without saying anything, touching Ji Fan's body with both hands.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Seeing Zhang Yue's hand stretched out towards his crotch, Ji Fan took a big step back in a spirit of excitement.
"I think you are injured? Are there any missing parts, don't you mean you are going to work hard this time?" Zhang Yue said seriously.
Hearing this, Ji Fan was speechless. This girl was speaking more and more wild now, and she dared to jump out of every word.
"Okay!" Ji Fan said quickly.
With that said, he walked in.
"How did this yard become like this?"
"How about my masterpiece, right?"
Zhang Yue's attention has shifted from Ji Fan's injury to the design of the yard.
"Who did this, is it true..."
"Be careful when you speak." Zhang Yue squinted her eyes and pointed at herself.
"Awesome, hey, this layout is much better than what I used to live in." Ji Fan hurriedly changed his words.
"Haha, I said, you will like it." Zhang Yue said excitedly.
Hearing this, Ji Fan shook his head and smiled.
At this moment, his phone rang suddenly.
Ji Fan took out his cell phone and found that Chang Yuan called.
He smiled faintly and pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Ji, our Wang family gathering has ended, and the situation is like this..."
Chang Yuan immediately told Ji Fan the whole situation of the party.
After listening, Ji Fan said:
"Okay, I see, you continue to stay with them, please feel free to contact them if you have any other circumstances."
After speaking, Ji Fan hung up the phone directly.
At this time, Zhang Yue brought out several side dishes and two bottles of red wine from the house.
Seeing this scene, Ji Fan was a little surprised and said:
"Yeah, little witch, where did this come from? You did it yourself? You can't poison it, right?"
Hearing Ji Fan's yin and yang tone, Zhang Yue's hands were on her hips.
"Not to catch the wind for you. This is the first time this girl cooks. If you are worried about poison, then watch it."
Hearing this, Ji Fan was about to ridicule back, but from the light of his eyes, suddenly he glanced at Zhang Yue’s jade-like fingers. There were a few small blood blisters, which he recognized at a glance. It was a hot oil splashed out during cooking. Yes, after all, I also experienced it when I was the son-in-law of the Zhao family.
Seeing this scene, Ji Fan's heart suddenly filled with warmth, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that Zhang Yue seemed to have changed a lot, especially his attitude towards him, although on the surface it still seemed to pinch when they met. However, many things Zhang Yue did made him very moved.
At this moment, Zhang Yue didn't notice the change in Ji Fan's expression. She saw that Ji Fan suddenly stopped talking, and she said with a good air:
"If you don't eat it, this girl will eat it herself."
With that, she was about to take away Ji Fan's bowls and chopsticks.
Ji Fan hurriedly took a step forward, grabbed the bowls and chopsticks in Zhang Yue's hand, and said:
"Eat, whoever says not to eat, will starve to death soon."
After speaking, he sat down on the stool, ready to eat.
Speaking of it, it has been more than a month since Zhang Yue came to Beijing.
During the period, Zhang Yue kept clinking glasses with Ji Fan in a carefree manner, three cups, her face flushed, and then she got up, sat beside Ji Fan, half-wrapped Ji Fan’s shoulders, wanted to be brothers with Ji Fan, blowing the bottle, and letting him go. Ji Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
Drink for a while.
When Zhang Yue was almost drunk, her temperament suddenly changed. From the previous carelessness to a bit resentment, she began to question Ji Fan.
"Why do you keep leaving me alone in the house?"
"Why don't you take me anywhere."
"Do I hate you that way?"
"..." JrNovels.com