Falling back to gl

The next burst of rain fell for half the night, and it stayed until the dawn of the day.

The decadent smell of nicotine lingers for a long time, and the remaining breath is trapped in the closed second floor, mixed with overlapping weak breaths, and after a long time, you can still smell a trace of powerless malaise.

The room was silent, and neither of them made any unnecessary movements.

Ji Cen'an didn't respond, his expression was dark and complicated, and he kept that motionless posture for a long time.

When she was distracted, the almost-burning smoke suddenly scalded the tender flesh of her white fingers, and the burning heat came, and it hurt, but this person didn't feel it for a long time, and it took a long time before she realized it and let go , Throw away the cigarette butts that have been extinguished.

Nanjia's expression was blurred, ignoring her wishes, and ignoring her afterwards.

Ji Cen'an lowered his head, rubbed his fingers subconsciously, rubbed the pad of his thumb repeatedly on the second knuckle of his index finger.

They are still separated at night, but they share the same room, and both parties stay on this floor and don't go anywhere.

The bed was reserved for Ji Cen'an, and this area was hers.The solitary sofa is exclusively owned by Nanga, where people can sleep, and it is very spacious when opened, and it can also be used as a bed.

The remaining boundary in the middle has become an insurmountable thunder pool, and no one has ever set foot on it until dawn.

Nanjia's slender figure was inconspicuous in the dark, and she didn't move much after lying down. It didn't look like anyone was there, but she seemed empty.

Ji Cen'an turned his body sideways, looked far away, and didn't look back for a long time.

The sound of rain continued, wave after wave.

The temperature continued to drop this day, from nearly [-] degrees to more than [-] degrees, and it turned cooler overnight, as if entering a refreshing autumn.

The weather in Z City at the end of August is rare. In previous years, it was usually scorching sun, and the scorching sun could make the floor burn. But this year is unusual. The branches of the trees outside the window were bent and drooping, and the dark green leaves fell to the ground, covering the entire Beiyuan backyard in layers.

When the sky shimmered, there was only one person left on the second floor.

The sofa was empty, and Nanga had already left.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and Shen Shen was stuck there.

Ji Cen'an didn't sleep soundly, he woke up twice during the night, and opened his eyes again at dawn.

When the other party got up, Ji Cen'an heard the sound, but he never turned to look at it, and he never even moved.She was facing the wet outside, the rustling sound entered her ears, and the rustling sound stopped after a while.

Beiyuan in the early morning soon became depressed, and it was even quieter than the night before.

In the morning, one person was missing from the villa, one was sent away, and then two more came later.

It was Zhao Qihong who left, and two bodyguards with strange faces came.

Zhao Qihong left suddenly, without prior notice, and followed orders from his boss early in the morning, without even having time to say goodbye to the person upstairs.

Steward Zhao won't come back in the short term, so don't worry about the trivial things here, let alone get involved in certain things.

The two more bodyguards were naturally assigned to Ji Cen'an, they couldn't be someone else, only she had this treatment.

Adding the original two, there are four bodyguards in total.

Unlike earlier, there will be round-the-clock escorts later, and bodyguards will take turns to be on duty at all times.

——What I said last night was not a verbal threat, it was more than words.

Nanjia is a practical person, and he will do what he says, and he will do what he says when he makes a decision at night.

I really don't want to let Ji Cen'an go.

The door to the second floor was closed and unlocked, but it didn't make much difference.

The bodyguard guarded the door meticulously. Until Ji Cen got up, no one else was allowed to enter the house.

In the past, Aunt Yang would bring up meals at this time, usually two fried eggs with bacon and milk, or a beef sandwich to heat up coffee, but there was no fire in the downstairs kitchen, and there was no one there early in the morning.

The servants only work for the boss, and when Nanga issued new instructions, everyone followed them.No one will help Ji Cen'an anymore, whether it's cooking or other aspects, I will leave it to Ji Cen'an to do all the big and small things.

Ji Cen'an got up at nine o'clock. Although he didn't feel sleepy, he still stayed up late and got out of bed. Afterwards, he cleaned up and soaked in the bathroom for [-] minutes before coming out.

The man realized something was wrong when he got downstairs, and found that Zhao Qihong was missing, and the new bodyguard had never been seen before.

Her satchel was taken away, together with the miscellaneous things in it, not a single scrap of paper was left.

But the mobile phone and computer are still there, and all the hardware that has been spent so much time to get it is also there, and there is nothing missing.

Where did the satchel go and who took it, Ji Cen'an knew without asking, he knew it all.

As for the reason, there is no need to guess at all.

She looked around but couldn't find a familiar figure, so she had to ask a middle-aged servant: "Where are they, where is Steward Zhao?"

The helper asked three questions, and shook his head, not knowing anything.

"I didn't see it, I went out in the morning."

Ji Cen'an asked again: "When did Mr. Nan leave?"

The helper said, "I can't remember, it seems to be quite early."

Ji Cen'an frowned, a crease almost appeared in the middle of his forehead.

It seemed that she had received special instructions. The helper didn't want to get close to Ji Cen'an. After answering, she consciously backed away, keeping the necessary distance, and avoiding getting too close to her.

Everyone else in the house was tight-lipped and seldom talked, no matter how much Ji Cen'an flirted, everyone stayed away, keeping their mouths tight, never saying a word that could not be revealed.

The new bodyguards are even less likely to speak indiscriminately, and they are more calm than the other. They don't even look at this side, and when they come, they stand like a door god. Unless they receive necessary news, they will only pay attention to their duties during the rest of the time. responsibilities.

After staying for such a long time, Ji Cen'an was left out in the cold for the first time, and the treatment was completely opposite from before.

Nanjia didn't restrict her freedom to go out, and didn't stop her all actions, but the eyeliner she sent was annoying, and they followed her around anytime and anywhere, watching Ji Cen'an step by step, never letting go of her every move.

Even when Ji Cen'an returned to the second floor, the bodyguards were guarding separately, one stood at the door, and the other watched from the backyard—jumping out the window on the second floor is the backyard, which is another way to the outside.

The guards this time were more reliable than those in the Internet cafe. With the lessons learned from the past, regardless of whether Ji Cen'an had any intention of sneaking away subjectively, the four bodyguards blocked this possibility, and did not give him the slightest chance.

Standing behind the window, Ji Cen'an could not help but frown again when he caught a glimpse of the tall man guarding below with all his attention.

The car keys on the coffee table were also gone. They were always there generously, but today they all disappeared.

Secretary Jiang came over not long after and passed the message on her behalf, explaining everything she needed to know in general, and telling why those objects "disappeared".

The satchel was sent for cleaning and will be returned after a while.

Ji Cen'an didn't use the car key very much in the first place, and he certainly won't need it these days, so I won't give it to her.There is a special driver for Ji Cen'an here, and the driver will be responsible for her travel in the future. No matter where she is looking for someone, or going to and from get off work, she will be picked up by a specific car next.

……

As for the personal items in the bag, they will be delivered together at a certain time, and they will be temporarily handed over to Nanjia for safekeeping.

"Miss Jiang, if you need anything, please tell me right away, and I will try my best to solve it for you." Secretary Jiang said neither humble nor overbearing, extremely thoughtful and considerate, taking care of every aspect, better than Zhao Qihong.

It just lacks a bit of tact and human touch. What you say sounds good, but it's not like that when it comes to your ears.

Ji Cen'an didn't appreciate it, and asked coldly, "Zhao Qihong left?"

"No, butler Zhao just won't come to Beiyuan during this time." Secretary Jiang said, explaining softly, "He's on vacation this week, and he's going to the house over Hancheng Road next week."

Staring straight at Secretary Jiang, Ji Cen'an's forehead twitched, knowing that Zhao Qihong's transfer had something to do with him, and it was probably because he often made bad decisions on his own.

"What did he go to Hancheng Road for?"

Secretary Jiang said truthfully: "Steward Zhao used to work in the house over there, but this time he was just transferred back."

Ji Cen'an said, "It means Nanjia."

Secretary Jiang did not deny it: "Mr. Nan needs Steward Zhao."

"When is Nanga coming?"

"I don't know, it depends on Mr. Nan's itinerary plan."

Ji Cen'an: "I want to see her."

Secretary Jiang nodded and promised: "I'll arrange it for you right now."

"The specific time, or what time can we see it at night?"

"Nan always has a dinner in the evening, maybe you can come here when you're done with your work, but you won't know until it's confirmed."

Hearing that this is a perfunctory excuse, purely useless prevarication.Ji Cen'an was a little impatient, but he still suppressed it and held back.

Secretary Jiang was far worse than Zhao Qihong. He was not used to Ji Cen'an's temperament, and he only explained what he had to say, without a word of consolation.

After finishing speaking, Secretary Jiang didn't slow down a bit, and keenly saw that Ji Cen'an had the idea of ​​going to Hancheng Road to find someone in person, and immediately interrupted her idea and politely stopped her.

The old lady has been living in the house on Hancheng Road for the past two days, and there are people from the Nan family over there, so Ji Cen'an can't go.

After the instructions were over, Secretary Jiang turned around and folded out, and put a document on the table before leaving.

The information collected by Taixin Technology was forwarded by Nanjia.

Also in the morning, news happened to come from the beverage store, and the store manager sent a text message to inform: there is still more than a week before the start of school, in order to welcome the large-scale return of students and school inspections, the store is going to be closed for a few days in order to stock up And redecorate the dine-in reception area.

The beverage store gives paid leave to all employees, including Ji Cen'an, a short-term worker, and also provides high temperature subsidies.

Chen Qirui notified on WeChat, received the notification before Ji Cen'an, and forwarded the private message to her without any hassle.

The holiday this time is not considered a temporary decision. The store manager mentioned the matter of reinstallation last week, but he didn't say how long it would be. All the employees thought it would only be a day or two, but they didn't expect it to be that long.

Ji Cen'an clicked on the message and looked at it, but without replying, he exited to the call interface and dialed the number he knew by heart.

The phone got through, but the other side didn't answer.

Xu is busy, Xu is deliberately cold.

Just call once and stop, Ji Cen'an is not annoying, and waits for the other party to call back.

The wait lasted for more than ten hours, and there was no news at dusk.

I received a call over there, but I just didn't reply and turned a blind eye to it.

Dusk descended, weighing heavily upon it.

The screen of the mobile phone has never been turned on, and the screen is placed on the corner of the table.

Ji Cen'an called a second time at eleven o'clock, still with the same number.

But couldn't get through.

The other side turned off the phone and refused to answer the call.

Ji Cen'an sat with his back slightly arched, with his elbows resting on his legs, and after half a minute of silence, he gave up and threw away the phone, randomly throwing it on the carpet.

In vain, even a day of waiting is in vain.