Sweet love: the president's 18-year-old sweet wife

Chapter 507 Her Account
When Ji Yuyao rushed down, the man had smashed the glass door, and the door was a mess.

The store did not turn on the lights, only the voice-activated lights from the corridor turned on with the man's shouts.

Ji Ziyue stood by the door with trembling hands holding a kitchen knife. She locked the iron door leading from the corridor to the second floor. Fortunately, the door was strong enough so that men could not break in.

But the sound of slamming the door was loud, and Ji Ziyue seemed panicked and lost his usual indifference and reason.

She felt that if the man forced his way in at this time, she might swing the knife over without hesitation.

The man yelled a few words, and his voice could be heard drunk. Ji Ziyue stood by the door, and suddenly heard the man scream, and the sound of slamming the door disappeared. Shen fell down, and it seemed like a man smashed something or rummaged for a tool to smash the door...

The more Ji Ziyue thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her hand holding the kitchen knife tightened, but suddenly there was no movement outside the door.

I could hear my heart beating, and I could listen to the movement outside the door with my ears up.

Faintly hearing footsteps coming up again, Ji Ziyue didn't know if he had found some tool to open the door, because he trembled slightly because of fear, his face turned pale, and his lips lost all blood.

"Knock Knock-"

The knock on the door rang again, but this time it was very gentle. Ji Ziyue was taken aback for a moment, and a familiar voice sounded outside the door: "Xiaoyue, it's me."

When Ji Ziyue heard this voice, the more confused she was, did she feel that she was hallucinating because she was too scared?

"Are you OK?"

Ji Ziyue came back to her senses, and hastily stretched out her hand to open the latch. When she saw Ji Yuyao standing in front of her, her heart seemed to calm down, and she burst into tears uncontrollably.

Seeing her like this, Ji Yuyao frowned, wondering if he was late.

Looking down at the kitchen knife in her hand, he carefully stretched out his hand, comforting her while taking the knife from her hand, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

She seemed to have calmed down, and slowly let go of her hand. Ji Yuyao put the knife on the side cabinet, walked into the room with her in his arms, and changed the subject, "Where's Enen?"

Ji Ziyue raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and then slowly regained her senses, took the key and walked over to open the bedroom door. Enen was at the door, her eyes were red from crying, seeing Ji Ziyue When he was Yu Yao, the child burst into tears with a "wow", and the panic was released.

Ji Yuyao bent down, picked up the child distressedly, and gently stroked the child's back to soothe the child's emotions.

After Ji Ziyue sorted out her emotions, she still worriedly went to the balcony to have a look. The figure of the man downstairs was no longer there.

Walking into the room, he was still at a loss when he faced Ji Yuyao again. He poured him a glass of water with the cup, walked over and asked him, "... When did you come here?"

Ji Yuyao tried to raise his eyes to look at her, but without answering, he reached out to take the water glass in her hand, blew on his mouth, then tested the temperature of the water, and handed it directly to En En's mouth.

Holding the cup in his small hands, the child gulped and drank it. After drinking half the cup, he looked at Ji Yuyao with moist eyes, and said pitifully, "Uncle, don't leave, okay?"

Ji Yuyao stroked the child's head, and said softly, "Uncle won't leave, it's fine, you have to go to school tomorrow, go to bed obediently."

Perhaps because of Ji Yuyao's company, Enen let go of her fears and fell asleep peacefully.

Ji Ziyue stood by the door and watched Ji Yuyao walk out. Up to now, she felt that all this was unreal. They were clearly separated by thousands of miles, so why did they just appear here when she was most helpless?
Even if she really believed it was just a coincidence, such a coincidence would be too incredible.

He looked at him for two seconds, then glanced away lightly.

Ji Yuyao stood where he was, looked down at her, and waited for her to speak, but she kept silent.

"Do you need me to stay here?"

Ji Ziyue was stunned for a moment. If she had said it before, she might have wanted to drive him away a long time ago, but now she just faltered and said: "...Are you staying in a hotel?"

Ji Yuyao didn't hide anything, and said directly, "I live across the street."

Ji Ziyue turned her head and glanced at the opposite side of the balcony. There was only a small three-story building, all of which were residents here, and there was no such thing as a homestay. "A friend's house?"

Instead, he asked her, "Which friend?"

Ji Ziyue was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, pursed her lips, and paused for a while before speaking again: "...Thank you."

"Don't ask me why I'm here?"

"……why?"

She asked according to his words, but Ji Yuyao frowned, and said a little irritably: "The door downstairs is broken, please lock the iron door later, I will call someone to come and fix it tomorrow."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ji Ziyue panicked in her heart. She took a step towards him and opened her mouth. When he walked to the door, the door was about to close in a second, so she was in a hurry Said: "Why don't you live here... I'll sleep on the sofa."

Ji Yuyao's footsteps paused. He knew how much she was afraid of that man. Even now, she sometimes still has nightmares because of the past, but she has always been brave and never said these things in front of him. He thought that tonight she would be the same as before, even if he was very scared, he would not ask her to stay.

Turning around and taking a look at her, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "...the things you had last time are still here, so it's more convenient."

She didn't know if her excuse was lame, after all, when he lived here last time, she wanted to drive him away more than once.

Ji Yuyao didn't say anything to her, just walked into the house, locked the iron door again, looked at her in a daze, then went to the bedroom and found a box: "...This is what you used before."

Ji Yuyao reached out to take it, and just said, "I've taken a shower."

"...Then go and rest." She said, but left faster than him, went to the bedroom and took out the pillow and quilt, and lay down on the sofa silently.

Ji Yuyao didn't say anything to her, and reached out to turn off the light in the living room, but she said anxiously: "Don't turn off the light!" Then he explained, "...I will definitely have to go to the toilet."

How could he fail to see her fear, and just turned off the glaring lights, leaving a few dim and soft lights in the corners, which would not affect her rest, and were enough to see things in the room clearly.

After turning off the light, he went to the bedroom inside. Instead of sleeping, he stood in the room and looked around.

It is her usual habit to be clean and tidy. When she lived here last time, she hadn't visited her bedroom yet.

Although she no longer does those jobs, there are still a lot of books on the desk in the house. The notebooks, pens and glasses are neatly placed on the desk, as if she had used it not long ago.

He lifted his feet and walked towards the desk, flipping through the book she read last time, and it happened that the page marked by her folded corner was a French novel. Among the books on the shelves, those books are no longer about business management or economics, but more about philosophy.

In the far corner was a small notebook that was neither thin nor thick. He reached out and took out the notebook. It was written by herself.

He remembered that she liked these things very much when she was in school, and spent a lot of pocket money on those colorful tape stickers, and then made the book beautiful.

The book is very thick, and the pages in it are almost used up.

The recorded time started when she was in high school.

It wrote about her various moods, about her mother, about her friends, and about some small things in life. From these words, it seems to see her who used to love to chatter again.

Even a little trivial matter, she can also record a long paragraph of text.

She wanted to find some things about him in it, but she didn't find any relevant records. She seemed to avoid these things on purpose, and she didn't want to mention her even in her most private diary.

I don't know if it's because of his influence. She has never been in a relationship. When she was in college, many people chased her, but at that time her personality was already relatively restrained and stable, and she put all her thoughts on her studies. There are very few records about college time in the handbook, and there are only a few pages complaining about one of her roommates and the changes in the interpersonal relationship around her.

At that time, in order to stay away from him, she got a place to study abroad for free with excellent grades, and she went there almost without hesitation.

During that time, being alone in a strange country, whether it was the people around or the living environment, I am afraid that it was difficult for her to adapt. Perhaps it was from that time that she became more and more used to being alone and going alone. Face everything.

In many cases, she is so brave that it makes people feel distressed.

Flipping to the end of the diary, he thought there would be records about her marriage in it, but there was no mention in the diary, and there were a few pages torn off, perhaps she had used this method to ease the pain in her heart Fear, and then use the method of destroying the diary to try to erase the memory in his heart.

The change in the style of the entire handbook also reveals the journey of her state of mind. For the first chapter pages, she will use stickers and tapes to paint and carefully arrange them. She will also use different colored refills for writing. Single, in the end it is just a simple written record.

When he was about to close the book, he suddenly saw writing on the last side of the book after a few empty pages. I will lose so much, love comes and goes, decades, but it seems that I have never had it, when I want to look back, everything is already waiting for no one.

(End of this chapter)