The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

At the end of Ji Xinxin's speech, the volume couldn't help being raised. After cursing this sentence, she hung up the phone without hesitation.

When Ji Xinxin's words came into Shi Che's ears, Shi Che was shocked. What did she mean? What does it mean to wait for ten hours? What is not going home? Shi Che opened his mouth to ask, only to hear a click in his ear, the phone was hung up, and then the only beeping busy tone rang.

Shi Che frowned, swiping his finger on the screen, dialed Ji Xinxin's number again, but was hung up by Ji Xinxin directly. When the call passed for the third time, only the alert tone that he was on the phone came out of his phone. Was blacklisted.

Shi Che's hand gripped the phone tightly, and his black eyes sank deeply.

Waited for ten hours? Does it mean... Yesterday? Yesterday...Waiting for him in early summer? Is it just because...that you can't wait for him, so you left? Not that she doesn't want to wait for him at all?

Is that right? Did Early Summer really wait for him?

As soon as this thought slipped into his brain, Shi Che's heart couldn't stop boiling little by little. Yesterday, he hurried back to the villa and saw the empty darkness, how desperate his heart was. Desperate, as if his world collapsed instantly.

Chu Xia left in this way after all, and walked out of his world so resolutely, without any stay.

So, what is the significance of his persistence? Is it true that he really wants to keep Chuxia by his side? As in the past three years, torturing and suffering each other?

He didn't know what he should do, it was like losing his direction all at once, and the whole person was lost in confusion. He didn't know what the road ahead was, and he didn't know how to go on.

But now, there is suddenly a bunch of sunlight, through the layers of mist, shooting straight towards him, how can he not be excited?

He has to figure out whether Chu Xia is really waiting for him, whether she still has such a trace of nostalgia and reluctance to him, not just his affection.

Shi Che's hand was trembling, and he dialed the number one by one with his fingers, and the moment he pressed the dial button, his heartbeat almost stopped.

However, on the other end of the mobile phone, what came again was the cold prompt tone, "The phone you dialed is turned off..."

Shi Che’s heart that was almost boiling was so cold as it was poured by the basin of cold water. He closed his eyes, and the blue veins on his forehead faintly throbbed. It took a while to suppress the depressed mood, and he sucked. With a sigh of relief, he opened his eyes and called again.

This time, the other end was quickly connected with a respectful voice, "Shi Zong."

"Xiao Zhao, you can adjust the monitoring at the gate of the villa last night and see when early summer left the villa yesterday."

Although Xiao Zhao was a little confused, he didn't ask much, and immediately responded, "Yes, Mr. Shi."

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In the early summer of the Ling Dynasty, she left Ji Xinxin's apartment at 5 or 6 in the morning. She had no luggage, only a small box with a few pieces of clothes, which was all her belongings.

At more than five o'clock, the sky was still dark and gray. She was dragging the suitcase, standing on the wide road, looking at the road extending in all directions. For the first time in her heart, she felt that she had a goal. The goal of being able to live for yourself, instead of being at a loss as before.