Lying Cinderella: Mask of Pandora

Ever since she found out about Ye Lingyin's secret last week, her heart was full of contradictions. Her father meant to hide it from her mother first, and then make plans when he came back. But Ji Jinyao looked at her mother's unknowing face every day, and she felt that she It was so depressing, she didn't even know what expression to use when facing Ye Lingyin again. 【 】

"Why are you smiling so reluctantly? Do you know that we will have a rivalry scene later, and I feel nervous."

"How could it be? My mother's acting skills are so good, so it can motivate me even more."

There was a water dispenser outside the dressing room, and Ye Lingyin was bending over to receive the water, and the conversation between Yao Moqi and Ji Jinyao wafted into her ears.

She put down the water glass, took out her mobile phone, and clicked on the email from Ke Yunze, which clearly stated Ji Rongyan's specific itinerary, with a detailed timetable attached.

Ji Jinyao waited for Yao Moqi to fix her makeup, and the two walked out of the dressing room together.

There is no one in the corridor, there is a beautiful glass on the water dispenser, a few slices of pale yellow lemons are floating on the water, and the heat is curling up.

There was no Ye Lingyin's play in the afternoon, and Ji Jinyao felt a little more relaxed in his heart, and even played his acting skills more naturally.

The sun slowly set from the sky, and the afterglow coated the small milky white western-style building with a layer of crimson light.

There are two large characters painted on the wooden sign next to the iron gate: "Ji Zhai".

Ye Lingyin lowered her head to look for the keys in her bag. She had already changed into a Japanese-style brown striped shirt. The plain cotton and linen set off her low-key and elegant demeanor. She wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. Hongye, who was wearing a bright red dress, was so different that no one noticed her.

Ye Lingyin quietly came to the room where Ji Qingrui lived, without any hesitation, she took out all the books with her own handwriting and threw them into the iron bucket in the corner, took out the lighter and lit them.

Although her handwriting has changed over the past few years, if it is tested by an expert, it will still be found that she and Ji Qingrui are the same person.She will not let more people know about this, Ji Qingrui is dead, those dirty past should be buried under her present glory.

A black car drove up downstairs, Ji Rongyan dragged the suitcase and got out of the car, and waved to the driver.

The original itinerary was seven days, but Ji Rongyan couldn't let go of one thing. He gave up the last day's visit and came back early.

After entering the door, Ji Rongyan was changing shoes in the hallway, when he suddenly saw a bunch of keys on the shoe cabinet, and the lucky cat ornament studded with rhinestones was shining.

Is Yaoyao at home?

Well, he still has something to ask.

Ji Rongyan put the suitcase in the living room and walked upstairs...

The flames in the iron bucket were blazing, Ye Ayayin took off her glasses and put them on the table, her eyes were suddenly caught by the small wooden frame.

The sweet smiling Ji Jinyao stood beside the ugly Ji Qingrui, and she was set off to look holy and beautiful like an angel.

After a long time, Ye Lingyin picked up the frame and threw it into the fire indifferently. The sound of glass cracking sounded like a broken heart.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and then, the half-hidden door was pushed open, bringing in a gust of wind.

Ye Lingyin turned around subconsciously, and saw Ji Rongyan standing at the door with a surprised expression. Her heart skipped a beat, and she backed up abruptly, almost knocking over the hot iron bucket. A few wisps of ash floated out and landed on the clean floor.

Ji Rongyan vaguely guessed what was going on, and the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into surprise.

That look, like a jackal, leisurely looking at the lamb that threw itself into the trap.