The housekeeper could clearly sense the change in the mood on the other end of the phone, and his heart also lifted. He replied carefully: "Miss Jing never asked or talked about anything else. She didn't even finish reading the news, and went to the greenhouse to take care of the herbs she had just planted a few days ago."
It turns out that she has so much leisure time.
No matter what news he has, it can't affect her mood.
Yu Zeyao couldn't explain what he was thinking at the moment. He was tormented by a mixture of powerlessness, frustration, and anger.
It was as if he was facing a ball of cotton. He desperately wanted to conquer her and make her fall in love with him, but in the end, he had no place to put his strength.
"Sir, do you want to let Miss Jing answer the phone?" the housekeeper asked uncertainly.
"Forget it." Yu Zeyao said these two words and hung up the phone. He stood at the window for a while, stabilizing his slightly heavy breathing.
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the other side.
Jing Yu actually had no desire to sleep at all.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. After struggling for a while, she got a headache. The more she slept, the more exhausted she became. She had no choice but to get up from the bed again. When she went downstairs, she saw the housekeeper just hung up the phone. She subconsciously asked, "Is it Mr. Yu's call?"
The housekeeper looked up, "Yes, Miss Jing. You are awake."
Jing Yu nodded and said "Oh", as if asking casually: "Didn't he let me answer the phone? I wanted to ask him something."
The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "I asked the master if he wanted Miss Jing to answer the phone, but he said it was not necessary. It might be because I said Miss Jing was still taking a nap."
Jing Yu didn't say anything else. Yes, if he really wanted to find her or talk to her, why would he call the phone downstairs? He usually called her cell phone directly.
She couldn't explain why she felt lost. She had already been feeling low in spirits, and now she felt even weaker all over.
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night.
It is very late at night.
Jing Yu was flipping through the book on her lap, but she was completely distracted. She thought that she would probably sleep alone in this big house again tonight. This had been her experience for several days, and she was still not used to it.
The room was too big and too quiet, so she didn't dare go downstairs. Even though she knew that the bodyguards he had arranged were outside the door.
The whistling sound of the cold wind outside the window made her feel even emptier and emptier. It was as if a heart in her chest was drifting away, helpless and with nowhere to rest.
Jing Yu couldn't help but wonder, which country was he in at this moment? Was it cloudy or sunny there
Is he holding hands with Mo Huan and looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the square? Or is he leisurely watching a street magic show with Miss Mo on the streets of a foreign country where no one knows him? He can even go to the cinema that all ordinary couples love to go to.
Thinking of those scenes, my heart suddenly ached.
She found that she knew nothing about him. She couldn't even imagine what expression he would have when facing Mo Huan.
Because he had never done any of this with her.
Too.
After all, they are not a couple. Perhaps, in their mutual understanding, they are not a couple.
Jing Yu suddenly couldn't read a single word, so she sighed, covered the book, turned off the light, and got into bed. Fortunately, the heating at home was always sufficient, so even though it was chilly outside and no one was at home, she didn't feel too cold. The only thing that made her uncomfortable was that it was extremely difficult to fall asleep.
She was groggy and didn't know what time it was. When she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a car horn outside.
Jing Yu suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed. He opened the curtains and looked out. In the deep night, several lights penetrated the darkness and came from far to near. At this time, there would be no one else here.
Jing Yu took a look at the watch next to him and found that it was already past three in the morning.
She walked out of the room alone in her pajamas. She went downstairs and when she reached the door, the car had already stopped outside. She put her hand on the door handle and tried to open the door, but it was suddenly pushed open by someone from outside.
The door is opened with solemnity.
He was very strong, Jing Yu didn't notice, and pushed the door back violently, hitting her nose hard. She felt a pain in her nose, her eyes turned red, and she quickly took two steps back. Stars began to appear in front of her eyes.
Zhuang Yan said nervously, "I'm sorry, Miss Jing, I thought you must have gone to bed so late. Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor to come and see?"
Jing Yu held his nose and said nothing. It hurt a lot, but he didn't smell blood, so it shouldn't be a problem, at least he didn't bleed and his nose wasn't broken.
But, for some reason, when I looked up and saw Yu Zeyao, who was wearing a windbreaker and looked exhausted, standing behind Zhuang Yan, the sourness in my eyes suddenly became even more evident.
She felt like tears were about to fall out of her eyes uncontrollably. She really wasn't someone who liked to cry, nor was she so delicate that she couldn't stand the pain. But, it was so strange at this moment.
"What's wrong?" Yu Zeyao asked with a frown. He was asking her.
He was just behind her and didn't notice what was happening here. However, under the light, he could clearly see the tears in her eyes. Those tears, before they fell, had already gripped his heart.
Zhuang Yan explained: "I opened the door too hard just now, and it seemed to have hit Miss Jing's nose."
When Yu Zeyao heard this, his heart tightened, and he walked towards her without even changing his shoes. When Jing Yu saw him coming, her heart became even more bitter. She said nothing, and when he walked in front of her, she looked at him with resentment, then turned around and walked inside, covering her nose.
Yu Zeyao's eyes were deep, and he was stunned for a moment as he looked at the back.
Zhuang Yan sighed: "Miss Jing seems to be angry with me."
"Is he angry with you?" Yu Zeyao asked uncertainly.
"Of course it hurts to be hit like that. I'm afraid it's all bruised. The look in her eyes when she looked at me just now was really angry." Zhuang Yan said, "How about I go up and apologize to Miss Jing and ask the doctor to come and take a look?"
Yu Zeyao hoped that she was angry with him. But now that he heard Zhuang Yan say that the collision was serious, he could no longer care about those messy things. He threw away his windbreaker and followed alone, and did not forget to tell Zhuang Yan, "You don't have to follow me anymore, go back and rest."
"Should we still call the doctor?"
"I'll see what happens."
Jing Yu knew he was behind her. The sound of his leather shoes tapping on the ground was very clear in such a quiet night. It was like he was stepping on her heart. She began to unconsciously think of the man behind her and another woman standing hand in hand in a strange country. She thought she didn't care about it, but at this moment, her heart felt so sour as if it was being rubbed and torn by something.
She couldn't help but quicken her pace.