Han Jing'er was a little at a loss and said quickly: "Don't say that, I...I just did what I should do."

Mi Jiayu, who had been silent all this time, tilted his head at this time, looked at Han Jing'er nonchalantly, and suddenly asked: "Which floor does your sister live on?"

"The 9th floor." Han Jing'er said.

"Don't you invite us to come up and sit down?" Mi Jiayu made a grinning expression.

"Okay." Han Jing'er smiled.

Han Jing'er took them to the elevator and reached the 9th floor.

Entered the door.

Han Jinger asked: "What do you drink? Coffee or tea?"

Zhou Yali put down the fruit basket and said, "Let's drink tea."

Han Jing'er only likes to drink coffee, not tea. The jar of tea at home was bought by Qiao Weizhong when she went to Hangzhou on a business trip in the spring. She only drank half of it before she had time to throw it away.

Made three cups of tea.

The delicate smell of West Lake Longjing floats throughout the room.

Mi Jiayu held the tea cup and looked around.

It is well-lit, bright and clean, with a few simple furniture in a uniform milky white color. The curtains are light blue fine linen, and the floor is a light color that slightly reveals the natural grain of the wood. It is simple and elegant.

It's clear at a glance.

Mi Jiayu clicked his tongue: "Sister, your house is too small, isn't it? If there are two more guests, there won't even be a place to sit. I really admire you, I can live like this."

Zhou Yali scolded: "Xiaoyu, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Mi Jiayu was unconvinced and retorted: "It is."

Han Jing'er smiled, but she wasn't angry: "Xiao is also a family, right?"

Mi Jiayu said: "It's too small and shabby. It's not half the size of my room." He looked around again: "But the terrace is not bad. The flowers and plants planted on it are very beautiful. It would be best to put two wicker chairs."

, turn off all the lights at night, light candles, sit there with your loved one, look at the moon and stars, how romantic it is."

Han Jing'er laughed: "How old are you? Do you know what romance is?"

Mi Jiayu was dissatisfied: "I am over 19 years old, I am not too young, okay?"

Han Jing'er said: "19 years old, he is also a little brat."

Mi Jiayu squinted his eyes and asked, "Sister, how old are you?"

Han Jing'er said: "I am 22 years old."

Mi Jiayu said: "He is only 3 years older than me."

There is a large imitation oil painting hanging in the hall, which is Ingres' "Fountain": a girl is carrying a pitcher on her shoulders, the spring water in the pitcher is flowing, the girl is naked, revealing her beautiful breasts

Her chest, tiny waist, and slender legs, her eyes were as clear as spring water, extremely clean.

Zhou Yali raised her head to look at the painting.

She said: "I like Ingres's paintings very much. The human bodies in his paintings are all round, delicate, healthy and soft. They are the kind of rational, ideal, unrealistic and pure formal beauty without content. What he created

The ideal model of beauty is this painting "Fountain"."

This painting was hung by Qiao Weizhong.

Although Qiao Weizhong has left, his breath is still lingering everywhere in the house.

Han Jinger asked Zhou Yali while drinking tea: "How did you find me?"

Zhou Yali also drank tea. She said: "That night, you left quietly without leaving your name or contact information. Later, I hired a private detective and finally found you."

Han Jing'er is uneasy.

In the first two days, newspapers and media were reporting on this matter. There was even a hotline for enthusiastic people to help find rescuers. It was not that Han Jing'er didn't know about it, she kept reading the newspapers.

She was also thankful that she had the foresight to tell the taxi driver not to tell others her whereabouts. It is not easy to be a good person these days.

She didn't want to encounter other people's unusual looks wherever she went.

The taxi driver felt the same way and agreed.
Chapter completed!