Immediately the five bodyguards standing guard outside came forward to take her out.

"Miss, where should I take her?"

Jessica pursed her lips: "Ask your boss where to take her."

Five embarrassed bodyguards.

Their mistress joked again.

The master left obviously to let the clean up the mess.

"Where do you come from, return it. By the way, put the check in her body to avoid her thinking that your master can't pay the service fee after doing that."

Jessica held the check in her hand and slowly handed it to a bodyguard.

"Call someone to clean this place up."

She waved her hand to order the remaining bodyguard to stand there and then turned back to her room.

Jessica locked the door, she leisurely walked over to the bed and lay down to prepare to sleep.

What a tasteless day this is!

"Ring Ring!"

Suddenly, the phone next to me rang.

She took the phone and looked at the strange number displayed on the screen, Jessica hesitated for a moment before pressing the button to listen.

She did not know this strange phone number, or rather she did not know the owner of this number. Moreover, the night was deserted, it was already past 10 o'clock at night and someone called her. She didn't know how to describe the feeling other than the strange feeling.

"Hello."

The girl's soft, clear voice with a hint of coldness passed from the other end into a man's ear, causing his facial expression to completely change.

The hand holding the wine glass tightened as if it wanted to crush the whole wine glass.

His room only had a small yellow light shining on a lonely figure standing next to the window.

He didn't answer, just quietly raised his face to look at the beautiful, flowery night scene miniature through the glass. His exquisitely beautiful face was completely exposed.

The flow of people and vehicles below mingled with each other, and on the high places, only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

The girl on the other end of the line didn't know what to think. Finally, she just waited quietly for the voice to come through the phone.

The light in the bedroom bounced off her white, delicate, beautiful face. A few curls of her sideburns fell to obscure her eyes.

No one knew what she was thinking, only her lips that were bitten to the point of bleeding spoke of her unusual mood at the moment.

Time passed every minute and every second as if stopped, both sides silently waiting for the other's voice.

I don't know how long the girl didn't say anything and just hung up the phone.

At this time, the deep eyes flashed with strong ripples that only had the courage to look at the familiar number that has not been changed for the past three years.

His hand held the glass of wine to his lips and drank it cleanly.

In the dark, the man's low, gentle voice said: "Jessica, I'm back."

But all he got in response was his own low, hoarse laugh.

Jessica looked at the number for a long time, then after a long time she blacklisted the number before putting the phone aside, turning off the light and returning to bed.

Eyes that were transparent in the darkness were filled with water.

Villa Jane,

Perhaps because she stayed up late last night, plus miscellaneous thoughts, she fell asleep at a bad moment. When she woke up, the clock struck 2pm, Jessica hurriedly got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went downstairs. Her feet reached the bottom step, suddenly her footsteps stopped, her eyes widening to clearly see the fashionablely dressed middle-aged woman sitting on the living room sofa.

"Mom, when did you come back?"

Jessica quickly walked down the stairs, went to the sofa, passed Mark, sat down next to her adoptive mother and asked.

The woman who was talking to Mark stopped, she looked up at her adopted daughter who she hadn't seen for months, getting more and more beautiful by her side. The lady's radiant face was full of life, and she smiled fondly.

The woman's gentle voice said: "I'm sleeping, so mom didn't call."

"Yes..."

Jessica looked down shyly.

Just the other day she told her adoptive mother when she returned she would definitely drive to pick her up, but today when she returned she was completely ignorant.

Mrs. Jane also discovered that Jessica felt guilty about herself, so she smiled: "Many people villa, no need to blame yourself. There are still many occasions."

It's true that the villa has many people, bodyguards, servants, and drivers. There was no shortage of people coming to the airport to pick her up.

"Yes."

"That's good, tell me if that brat has done anything depraved?"

As soon as this word ended, the corner of Mark's eyes was jerked by the two women who ignored him.

He's a grown man, 26 years old and then he's still a kid. The boy only used to talk about the young adults. Yet every time his mother talked to anyone, she would not respectfully call him a boy.

When Jessica heard her say that, her eyes seemed to pass by Mark once, then she shook her head: "Mark is quite attentive to the group working, I have not seen him bring any woman home."

"Yes, mom, don't always think your son is that bad."

Mark didn't know why Jessica hid for him, but on the surface he still nodded in agreement.

It's like a man who often doesn't come home, every time he comes home, he takes a girl home to make love, but it's not him.

Speaking of which, the one with brain pain is also Jessica. Not only was she so free that she cleaned up the mess after every job he finished, she had to order a new set of sofas and tables every time just like the old one so her adoptive mother wouldn't have to suspect anything, but she also had to hide a few things. the other for him.