Song Wenting's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and soon someone in the microphone cursed a few words in a low voice, and then someone shouted loudly: "Yue Yao, you're fucking crazy!!"

Yue Yao struggled, grabbed the wine bottle on the table again, and yelled: "Who stopped me today to clean up Ji Yanzhou! I want someone to look good!!" He raised his phone up and motioned for Song Wenting to look, "Listen , look at me to avenge you!! Kill... kill this dog who has been in chaos and abandoned!!!!"

She probably didn't know they were calling voice. Song Wenting had no idea what happened, but it was the sense of panic brought about by this unknown speculation that was infinitely magnified.

It was crackling again with the sound of "banging", and Yue Yao's mobile phone was pumped.

Song Wenting tightly clasped the phone, and tentatively called: "Yao Yao?"

No one responded, only the sound of deep breathing came along the current. Song Wenting seemed to have guessed who it was, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Song Wenting." The low and hoarse voice was mixed with disbelief, "So that's what you said to your friends in private."

"No..."

"Okay." Ji Yanzhou looked at the scratched mouth of his arms, exuding fine blood, and he was holding a soft cigarette butt, and his tone was full of mockery. "I don’t know. The dog who abandons the abandonment? "

The word "dog" was bitten very hard, as if it had been rubbed against Song Wenting's heart, his eyes were instantly stained with moisture, Song Wenting explained in a flustered voice: "Ji Yanzhou, I'm sorry, she was drunk and messed up. Don't take it seriously, I..."

"Brother Yan Zhou, your hand!"

Her words "I never thought about this kind of thought." Being off by a hurried voice.

It's An Yanyu just now.

It seems that he took away An Yanyu at the dinner just now.

Her concern in her ear continued: "Is she scratched?"

"It's okay." Ji Yanzhou responded, and it sounded to comfort her.

But An Yanyu reluctantly: "Why is it okay? It's all bleeding. I'm going to find bleeding things, don't let it go."

This crispy tone is like a person.

Xu Xinning.

Song Wenting's thoughts drifted away, and just as she was about to hang up the phone, Ji Yanzhou resumed the conversation between the two: "What are you doing?"

Song Wenting didn't continue, but instead asked, "Are you injured?"

The man lying on the sofa, smelting the wounds inadvertently, and Yan Shun was taken down. He was lazy "uh".

Her heart was suspended again, Song Wenting wanted to say something, but when she thought of the female voice she heard just now, her concern was suppressed, so she could only speak slowly: "Then... is Yue Yao okay?"

"

The coolness of the night after the rain hit the bone, because he was in a hurry to go out, Song Wenting casually dug out a long skirt from the closet and changed it on. Looking at it now, it turned out to be an improved version of a crescent white long gown.

And the prosperity is a famous entertainment place in Yanshan City. On the occasion of the wind and snow, she attracted a lot of sight as soon as she entered.

The hall was crowded with people, the crowd was dancing crazily to the blasting music, and the blurred lights shone in the colorful wine glasses, dazzling Song Wenting for a moment.

Someone was closer with the wine glass, and the laughing tone mixed with the taste of the wine: "Where does the fairy come from? Appreciate a face, how about a drink with me?"

Song Wenting couldn't dodge in time, the man staggered and almost bumped into him, but fortunately the man's friend stopped him: "I'm sorry, he's drunk."

The polite smile hasn't reached the lips, and a young boy wearing dark blue uniform approach quickly. He looked at her for a while after a moment: "Miss Song? Please come with me."

Slightly relieved, Song Wenting was quickly taken away from the ballroom.

The noisy sound was separated by the door, passing through the promenade, and her soft carpet attracted her into silence.

Soon stopped in the box 6, the waiter's eyes fell on her delicate eyebrows, and her heart was slightly stunned: the fairy just now didn't shout. The lighter temperament of the light is really inconsistent with the red wine.

There was no small movement in this box just now, but no one dared to go in. Therefore, looking at this fairy -like woman going in, he was inexplicably having a sign of the white snow to be blasphemy.

Pull back to think, the woman has pushed the door open.

When Song Wenting entered the door, he immediately saw a man leaning on the sofa. The suit jacket was taken off and put aside, he was only wearing a black shirt, half of his arms were exposed in the air, showing the extreme desire of white and black.

Different from the formal occasions not long ago, the dim lights in the box, the scattered bottle of the desktop, and the men and women sitting surrounded by him supported his son's temperament.

Standing at the door in a long gown, Song Wenting didn't move forward.

Everyone's sight was hooked, and the noisy voice seemed to be pressed at the pause.

Song Wenting calmly and calmly met Ji Yanzhou who was in the middle.

Half over there and landed on the screen of the mobile phone screen. The black hair was gently put on the forehead, the end of the eyes hooked a shadow on the cold white skin, and the side face line was carried with a 冽 arc, and he stared at her like this.

"Why are you here?"

An Yan was inexplicable to her hostility.

Song Wenting didn't respond to her, and cast aside his eyes, lightly inspected the room, and finally found Yue Yao who was soundly asleep on the sofa in the corner.

The men and women sitting were almost open their eyes, and she looked at the shadow to slowly approach the corner. The corner of the hanging clothes crossed the sharp arc, just like the feeling of her person, soft and clear.

Song Wenting brushed away the broken hair from Yue Yao's ear, and called softly: "Yao Yao?"

Yue Yao murmured and turned his eyelids.

Song Wenting continued: "Yao Yao, get up, let's go home."

Xu was too gentle, and no one made a sound in the box, and she stared at the side with curiosity.

Until a low sound: "Come here."

The sight of the crowd fell on Ji Yanzhou, and the surprise at the bottom of his eyes was a little bit.

Song Wenting supported Yue Yao on his body, and then looked over: "Mr. Ji, sorry for the loss I caused you today, another day..."

"Teacher Song." He did not change his tone, but the familiar people heard the cold wind of peace.

In the silence of the room, Chen Qiyang on the right of Ji Yanzhou coughed lightly and explained to Song Wenting: "Well, he drank a lot of wine today and was scratched by someone for no reason, so he is in a bad mood, forgive me."

Song Wenting looked over, looking down from Ji Yanzhou's stern face, but the distance was too far, and he couldn't see clearly in the dim light, and he didn't know where he was injured.

"Listen?" Yue Yao on her shoulder was half -dreaming, "Why are you here?"

Her eyes widened: "Did Ji Yanzhou tie you you !!! I know that his thief is not dead, and he must still greet you!"

"

A full -fledged tone is enough to hear everyone present.

At this moment, Song Wenting finally knew what it was like to die.

The expression that has always been cold is a little broken, and the white neck is stained with crimson.

“呜呜呜，你从来不来这种乌烟瘴气的地方，竟然为了这种人破戒！！”月瑶说着纤纤玉手直指季晏舟，“他不得好...”

Song Wenting's reaction was extremely quick, covering Yue Yao's mouth that continued to speak indiscriminately.

In embarrassment, the man sitting very close to Yue Yao finally couldn't help getting up, pulled Yue Yao from Song Wenting's arms, and whispered impatiently: "Talking too much."

After that, he directly hugged Yue Yao and went out the door.

Song Wenting saw the man's handsome side face clearly, so he didn't catch up to stop him.

There was still a touch of embarrassment in the atmosphere. Just as she moved her steps, Ji Yanzhou motioned to Chen Qiyang next to her: "Dismiss."

The crowd leaves.

Soon there were only Ji Yanzhou and An Shuyu sitting on the sofa in the box.

She didn't know why An Shuyu was by his side, maybe a new love or a playmate.

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and took a sip of brandy, his voice was hoarse: "Give her the medicine."

The words were addressed to An Shuyu, and a trace of dissatisfaction quickly appeared on that beautiful face, with a coquettish tone: "Brother Yan Zhou, I'll help you, why bother others."

"Whoever scratches is responsible."

The look in his eyes was a little cold, and An Shuyu shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Ji Yanzhou stared at Song Wenting, who was a hundred meters away, and said calmly, "Mr. Song, I don't think you mind helping your 'speaking' friend take this responsibility."

The Ji family's wealth in Jiangluan City belongs to the top of the wealth pyramid and the top of the predators. No one can afford the consequences of offending.

Although this was not what she had considered, Song Wenting was silent for two seconds, and moved closer.

Through the light, could see the wound on his arm. It was dark red and dazzling, and it looked a little scary on the cold white skin.

Eyes trembling slightly, Song Wenting forced himself to look away.While taking the medicine from An Shuyu's hand, he also looked at her with slight resentment.

"Disinfect first, then apply ointment." Seeing her hesitate, An Shuyu was eager to try again, "I asked Xiao Du to buy a lot of them. I just checked and this ointment works best."

The bag was flipped by An Shuyu, and Song Wenting handed it back. She refused again: "Mr. Ji, if you really have to be responsible, when Yao Yao sobers up, she will personally apologize to you."

"Now, don't bother."

Song Wenting glanced across the table, turned around and left without looking at him after finishing speaking.

The breeze and elegant clothes swept over to bring up an unknown fragrance, and followed the gap into the banquet boat to breathe.

Without any nostalgia, the figure soon disappeared in front of his eyes.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, with no emotion on his face, and even lazily picked up his mobile phone and answered a call.

As if the inexplicable emotions just now were all a whim, the playthings were disappointing, and the interest faded.

After he hung up the phone, An Shuyu took a cotton swab and leaned closer: "Brother Yan Zhou, let me come, so as not to get infected."

Before she could touch her, the man got up. Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell, deep and insightful, he avoided An Shuyu's actions: "Okay, it's okay."

Not paying much attention to the injury, Ji Yanzhou grabbed the coat from the back of the chair, put it directly on the wound, and gestured to her with his lower jaw: "Bring some back to your brother's child."

There are several delicate paper bags prominently on the desktop. It is a private dessert shop that Ji Yanzhou's niece, Ji Shiyu, especially likes to eat. The faint durian smell overflows the tip of the nose.

Her brother An Junheng also has a child about the age of Ji Shiyu.

An Shuyu muttered "Oh."

"The assistant didn't come?"

Lifting up her long curly hair, An Shuyu's heart skipped a beat when she heard the words: "I'm not here, can you send it to me?"

Long legs stepped to the door, Ji Yanzhou said straight to the point: "An Shuyu, my patience is limited, don't follow in the future."

The implication is that the extra patience and care given is purely for the sake of her brother An Junheng.

Ji Yanzhou said, threw the coat in his hand into Zhou Chen's arms, who was waiting outside, and pulled back the topic: "I called your brother and waited for him to pick it up."

It was almost midnight, and outside the gate, the dim lights of the long street reflected Xin Chang's figure, which was a little lonely.

Except for a few drunk men and women at the door, there were no familiar figures.

Soon, a black sedan drove slowly, until the figure sat in the back seat, Zhou Chen said in doubt: "Mr. Ji, are you looking for someone?"

They were going to go to the underground garage together just now, but Ji Yanzhou went out of the first floor and let him drive out of the basement to pick him up by himself, completely unlike his strange behavior.

"No, come out and smoke a cigarette." He explained, but Zhou Chen didn't smell any smoke.

But he wisely shut his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove smoothly towards the canal in the south of the city, Ji Yanzhou was a little tired, and half closed his eyes to sleep.

After a while, the phone in my pocket vibrated frequently.

The news group was opened, and high-rise buildings were built inside. The loudest voice was Chen Qiyang, who was just at the scene. [Guess who we just met? 】

[Chen Qiyang, what's wrong with you, half-talking? 】

[Chen Qiyang: Isn't this to whet your appetite? 】

【Say it! who? 】

[Chen Qiyang: Cough, cough, Brother Yan's first love! ! ! 】

【? ? 】

[Chen Qiyang: You don't know, the beauty is like a fairy, but she looks cold and ignores Brother Yan, and the appearance of avoiding a snake and scorpion confirms the sentence: a qualified predecessor should be dead. . Haha, you didn't see Brother Yan's eyes, you just wrote the words "Resurrection of old love"! ! 】

【? ? 】

【There is such a person? I do not know how? 】

[My brother is not a famous wandering Buddhist, can he fall into an old relationship? ? 】

[Isn't this first love a fake show that Brother Yan made in order to do good things? Can it be true? 】

[Chen Qiyang: I don't know if I can take it seriously, but I know that Brother Yan's eyes never left the fairy tonight! ! ! Fortunately, they are far away. If you want to get closer, I suspect that he can turn into a wolf right away, and when someone is unprepared, he can jump up and bite the neck and drag the little white rabbit directly into prostitution. Nest! ! 】

[Well, it's something he can do. 】

[Chen Qiyang: Everything I said is true. If you don’t believe me, ask Ah Yan, he’s here tonight.@Yan Sen 】

[Chen Qiyang: Oh, he sent a lunatic to wake up, and he may not be free now..

[Also, Brother Yan was not a good -looking temperament, but he did not guarantee that he had a little selfishness that year..

[@【二, do not explain?.

After watching the gossip, the car also stopped in the garage steadily, and Ji Yanzhou stepped on the elevator upstairs.

After entering the house, he loosen the tie, walked straight to the water dispenser, and filled a cup of pure water to drink.

The cold in the room, sitting on the sofa, Ji Yanzhou pulled out a sentence alone: [Wrong..

[Not a rabbit, a cat..

Looking at the gentleness, there is a sharp claw hidden.