Chapter 2097: You are the rest of my life (17)

She lowered her thick feather eyelashes, her eyelashes trembled, and her heart seemed to be stirred up by layers of waves, which had not been calmed down for a long time.
Ji Shaoheng said again: "Resume early and sleep, everything will pass."
She gathered her soft hair around her face: "I can't sleep, so accompany me to have a bar."
Ji Shaoheng nodded: "Okay, I'll go get it."
She slept for hours during the day, and it should really be difficult to fall asleep at this time.
Drink some wine, anyway, nothing will happen at home, so she doesn't think about it alone.
"Let's go." Fang Yaqing turned to close the door of the room and walked up the stairs.
Ji Shaoheng hesitated and raised his heels behind her.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Fang Yaqing turned back, with a bit of doubt in his eyebrows, as if to ask him how he followed.
He said slowly: "Let's drink in the living room, lest Tong Tong wake up."
Fang Yaqing said nothing, the two went down the stairs one after the other.
She walked over to open the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine from inside, and took two more glasses. After opening the bottle, one person poured a glass.
Ji Shaoheng carrying a wine glass and carrying a wine bottle: "Go to the balcony to drink and watch the night."
Fang Yaqing should say "OK", took a sip of the wine, and followed behind him.
There is a round table and lounge chairs on the balcony. Ji Shaoheng placed the wine bottle on the table, leaned on the railing with the wine glass, and left the lounge chair to Fang Yaqing.
Fang Yaqing did not treat him politely, and sat down on the recliner, shaking it gently.
The two were drinking separately, and no one spoke, and there was a night breeze blowing at night, with a hint of coolness.
After taking a sip of wine, Ji Shaoheng looked at Fang Yaqing. Her eyes fell on the night in front of her. Her hands with the glass on the armrests of the recliner did not know what she was thinking.
He thought Fang Yaqing did not know how to deal with what happened yesterday, and said: "If you resign, you will have to take a break and wait for the storm to pass before going to work."
Fang Yaqing turned his head to look at him, his expression was a little dazed, then he lowered his head, thinking about what he had just said.
Ji Shaoheng repeated what she just said. She smiled and shook her head: "I will go to work tomorrow."
Ji Shaoheng glanced at her unexpectedly, and he condensed his expression, shaking the wine in the glass.
"Don't you always want to open a studio yourself? You can resign and let go."
Fang Yaqing drank the wine from the glass in one sip and poured another glass again, without speaking for a while.
In the past, her biggest wish was to open a studio of her own. Later, after she had Tongtong, she never thought about it, but wanted to live a life with her daughter.
And now, even thinking, she doesn't have that much money.
When she was in Paris, Ji Jinchuan regularly gave her a sum of money.
She barely moved much, only when her life was the most difficult, or when she needed money urgently.
After having this relationship with Ji Shaoheng, she donated all her money to the charity foundation.
She spends her monthly salary on her own salary now. She only has tens of thousands of dollars in savings. It is a delusion to open a studio.
"My biggest wish now is to be with Tongtong every day." She has a nonchalant tone, with a longing for life, "I can pick her up to school every day, go to school, make the dishes she likes to eat, and give it to me personally. She prepares clothes and watches her grow up every day..."
In her voice, there was a desire for every kind of things she said.