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Chapter 12 Mochizuki
The black car window was pulled down, half a cigarette was tucked between the cold white fingers, and a little scarlet faded in the wind. Those dark peach blossom eyes were wrapped in obscure and unclear emotions, but they were fixed on the two people who were pulling on the opposite side, not letting go of a single shred, until the fingertips came with a bit of heat, and the burned soot fell with a rustling.
"Mr. Song, I seem to be crying." Zhou Chen in the front row also watched the scene and couldn't help but comment.
Ji Yanzhou didn't respond. The thin figure of the woman broke free from the man. She was still graceful, but her whole figure seemed to be in a state of embarrassment and grief.
It should be uncomfortable. People who have liked for many years have another lover behind their backs.
Half of the cigarette butt was bitten into his mouth, and it was rubbed lightly. When the woman came over, the car window was pulled up, covering Ji Yanzhou's side face, and the long eyelashes followed lightly, which also covered the deep meaning in his eyes.
Song Wenting is a little emotional. Shen Heqing is a friend she has known for more than ten years. She doesn't want him and his loved ones to hide when they go out to eat.
But she was indeed shocked. In her impression, although Shen Heqing was gentle to everyone, she was still not close to the opposite sex, and she had never heard of him talking about a girlfriend. After graduating from college, he went directly to the Taoist temple on the mountain with his grandfather. Only by abstaining from love and desire can he be righteous. This is his original words.
But the current scene is really ridiculous.
Walking across the street again, Song Wenting came to the door of the store again.
The moment she calmed down, she seemed to have cleared up a little bit of her thoughts, so she went straight in, Yue Yao was not there, and even the woman who came with Shen Heqing just now was nowhere to be seen.
She called Yue Yao again, and at the moment of the call, Song Wenting said straight to the point: "Yao Yao, you did this on purpose today."
The words are declarative sentences, the tone is very light, and it is a little colder than usual.
On the other side, Yue Yao shrank her neck and said pitifully, "I saw the photo that Yan Sen sent me the other day. When I saw it, it wasn't the inseparable kiss between your family Shen Heqing and a woman, you didn't mean Shen Heqing. I don't want you to be kept in the dark again. Today I found out that he likes to take that woman to that restaurant for dinner, so I came up with this bad idea. Don't be angry, okay?"
Listening to her soft and greasy tone, Song Wenting calmed down: "I'm not angry, I just can't believe it."
She raised her eyebrows: "I don't like this kind of people who have girlfriends and hide them."
"What?" Yue Yao, "This is what makes you angry?"
"Yeah." Song Wenting returned to the table, the coffee was cold, she remembered what Yue Yao said just now, and singled out a retort, "Also, please pay attention to the wording, he is not mine."
Yue Yao held the phone and said slowly, "So, you don't like him?"
"Never liked it." Song Wenting, "We are just friends."
"Then..." Yue Yao, "I am self-defeating?"
"Um."
"Damn it! Yan Sen this..." After Yue Yao uttered a scolding from the soul, she hung up the phone before she could hear her next sentence.
Taking a sip of the cold coffee, the bitterness crept into his throat, Song Wenting looked out the window subconsciously.
The car was still parked.
Feeling inexplicably, she picked up her phone and wanted to ask, but the next second she opened the address book, she realized that she didn't have any contact information for Ji Yanzhou, and the contact with the university came to an abrupt end when he went abroad.
"Excuse me, do you need to order?"
The clerk repositioned the gardenias that had been planted, and the fragrance was overflowing, and the menu was handed over immediately.
Song Wenting wanted to refuse.
Yue Yao invited her not for a meal, but for this play, so that she could see Shen Heqing with her own eyes.
After hesitating again, another clerk's greeting suddenly sounded in his ear: "Do you have a reservation for the two of you?"
Song Wenting subconsciously looked sideways.
The man who was still thinking about it in his mind just now appeared in front of his eyes. His elegant figure couldn't hold back his dignity. He glanced over a few tables, and Song Wenting's ears buzzed.
The two followed, and the long -body Lin standing white and black pants and the woman wearing a white skirt next to him looked inexplicably matched. The high value of the two suddenly caused a lot of people to look at each other, and they were unsightly envious of each other.
The sound of the piano is dazzling, and the gentle song is like a low whisper in the love world.
"Miss Sister." Gardenia girl asked again, "I'm sorry, so this cup of coffee is free. If you don't need to order ..."
"Yes, thank you." Song Wenting looked away from the two people sitting in front of him, and couldn't tell what was up and down in her heart, but she still took the menu with a smile and ordered a steak.
After the clerk left, the table in front was exposed without blocking.
Ji Yanzhou faced her back, and her sitting attitude was a bit leisurely, and she could see that her mood was relaxed and happy. The woman opposite him is undoubtedly beautiful. The smile has never been put down from entering the door. It is bright and dazzling. Because of the closer, they spoke into their ears.
Gu Cenzen: "Have you smelled a gardenia incense?"
Ji Yanzhou: "Um."
As the woman looked around, her eyes silently fell on Song Wenting's table. In the sight of the two of them facing each other, Gu Cencen smiled politely at her, leaned back slightly, and said to Ji Yanzhou in a low voice: "Just behind you, there is a huge a bottle."
"I know."
"Do you like this smell?"
"It's okay." Ji Yanzhou's voice was dumb, "a bit greasy."
Song Wenting clasped the cold coffee cup with his fingertips, like a voyeur, listening to the two of them chatting back and forth.
It should be a very familiar relationship.
Song Wenting also doesn't like himself like this. He has no stand, but he can't help but pay attention. Loving someone is so uncontrollable, you will be happy because of his approach, and you will feel uncomfortable because of others around him.
Just as just stayed subconsciously, sitting behind them, like a masochism.
Until the steak was served, Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes, thinking about leaving soon after eating, and forced himself not to eavesdrop on their conversation.
I simply found the headphones from the bag to put it on, and started to bury my head.
On the opposite side, Gu Cenzen picked the coriander from the bowl, and the red little mouth couldn't help complaining: "I forgot to say that I don't eat coriander."
Ji Yanzhou faintly glanced at the leaves piled up next to her plate, and smiled without any.
Gu Cenzen: "What do you like to eat?"
Ji Yanzhou put down his knife and fork and stopped eating anymore. He didn't respond and didn't want to continue his greetings.
The blind date is also understood by the old man. After all, the circle is so big. Gu Cenzen and his junior high school classmate, later she went directly to study abroad. Until Ji Yanzhou went abroad, the two also encountered several times in a foreign country.
But if you are familiar, you really can't talk.
"Ms. Gu, I met today just to complete the task of the old lady at home." He opened the door to see the mountain, "I believe you are too."
Gu Cenzen raised his eyes and looked at the man's clear face, his heart moved, and a sweet smile: "If you say, I'm not."
As if knowing that she would say that, Ji Yanzhou laughed: "Then I said clearly, we are not suitable."
"why?"
Gu Cencen restrained his smile, frowned and wanted an answer stubbornly: "You asked me to this place today, and told me it's inappropriate?"
A small restaurant that is obviously ambiguous and sentimental. It takes a heart to think of such a place.
"Sorry." Ji Yanzhou, "I picked this place because I have some personal affairs here, which made you misunderstand."
The bright little face sank.
I was speechless.
The vibration of the phone in Song Wenting's hand interrupted the sound of the guqin in the earphone, and she opened the interface.
Another long text message from a strange number I've never seen before: [Don't think that you can buy my house if you find a rich boyfriend, I tell you, I won't sell this house even if I die !】
[Song Wenting, I thought you were so arrogant, it turns out that you can do anything for money, he promised to buy this house for you, right? 】
[Don't even think about it, you will pack up my things and leave tomorrow! 】
There are more ugly words below that pierced into Song Wenting's eyes. Her eyes narrowed, and she was instantly angry, and pressed a few paragraphs to refute.
But Zhang Jin's rich boyfriend?
who is it?
Song Wenting knows Zhang Jin's style of being a man. He is the type of slapper in the face, as hard as his words are, as soft as his fists.
So Song Wenting ignored the words that threatened her to move out, just like the previous time: [The contract has not expired. If you let me move, be prepared for a lawsuit. 】
Putting away the phone, Song Wenting raised his eyes. At the table in front of him, there was only a figure of a man still drinking tea slowly, but the seat opposite him was empty.
Song Wenting took it for granted that the woman was just going to the bathroom.
Concealing her emotions, she got up, picked up her bag and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, just as the chair was pulled out, Ji Yanzhou turned his head when he heard the sound, and those eyes caught her precisely, making her inexplicably feel like she was going to sneak away.
Looking at each other, Song Wenting was about to twitch the corners of his mouth to say hello.
Unexpectedly, the man turned the chair under him in a circle, and sat down across from her blatantly.
He raised his eyelids to look at her, his thin lips moved slightly: "Sit."
Song Wenting looked into the bathroom flustered, but she didn't see the woman. She frowned and said in a slightly nervous tone, "Mr. Ji, I've finished eating, so I'm leaving first."
"Teacher Song." His voice was hoarse and cold, as if it had been frozen, "Is that why you don't want to see me?"
With his knuckles clutching the strap of the bag, Song Wenting murmured, "No."
"Then sit down."
Gardenia Xiang had a faint scent around the two of them, but Song Wenting was sitting on pins and needles. She remembered the phrase "too greasy" he said just now, and also remembered that the woman didn't know when to come back.
"Mr. Ji, please say something." Song Wenting's voice became colder due to complicated emotions.
However, Ji Yanzhou still looked leisurely. He pushed his long fingers against the vase in the direction of Song Wenting, and looked straight into those cold eyes.
His eyebrows shifted, he simply didn't look at it, and said slowly: "I'm not full."
"?" Song Wenting's eyes finally fell on his face, as if looking at him, and also as if he was considering the authenticity of his words.
Ji Yanzhou said in a light tone, "or else, take advantage of it now."
"what?"
Song Wenting was completely taken away by him.
He kindly reminded: "Alright, please invite me."
Song Wenting couldn't believe it, how could he do this.
The words subconsciously said: "You are obviously with someone else..."
The words got smaller and smaller, and they didn't finish in the end.
"With others what?"
He clearly asked, and as always, he was lazy and casual, disregarding other people's opinions, and he didn't put people at ease.
"A date." Song Wenting still finished.
The corners of his lips twitched into a smile, and after a while, he explained seriously: "Don't worry, she left beforehand."
She vaguely felt that the phrase "rest assured" was deliberately said to her, and her face was dry.
"Oh." The emotion in his heart didn't dissipate, but it got bigger and bigger like a snowball. Song Wenting didn't want to go into details, "Then you order it."
"Yeah." He nodded lightly and called to the clerk. The girl felt like her worldview was collapsing when she saw them sitting together.
This seamless connection, how can this man do it so naturally?
He ordered one and asked Song Wenting if he wanted it.
She shook her head and was about to take out her mobile phone and pretend to return the message, but she heard the man's low and smiling voice fall: "Then Mr. Song, where is your date tonight?"
With a flick of his fingertips, he almost couldn't hold the phone.
"She...she has something to do too."
Song Wenting replied, looked up at him, but instantly fell into the deep sea vortex, his dark eyes were heavy, as if he was going to drag her directly into the abyss.
With pursed lips, Song Wenting avoided his gaze, clicked on the mobile phone webpage, and started browsing.
But she knew that gaze was still on her.
After a few minutes, he tapped his finger on the table twice.
Song Wenting put away the phone, still following politeness and raising his eyes.
The man's complexion has improved a lot, and it seems that he has recovered from his illness. Now facing her, showing the wanton and arrogant look before, he said, "Let's talk."
Since the reunion, they haven't said a few words. Song Wenting thought that the chat was naturally a chat about the past, and they were idle and bored.
"Okay." Her tone softened.
Unexpectedly, under the dark eyes of the man, Song Wenting's heart was pounding in her chest, and she was in a trance, as if she heard him finally speak.
He said, "Are you married?"