There is a soft violin sound in the store, but it is like the violin music he played by the Siming Lake that year. It sounds gentle but full of aggression, which is undeniable.

Song Wenting was absent-minded for a moment, and it took a long time before he felt the vibration of his heart beating again in his chest. Except for that clear and handsome face, everything in his eyes became a phantom.

what did he say?

marry?

An illusory unreality made Song Wenting unable to react, until the low and hoarse magnetic voice sounded again: "Didn't hear you clearly?"

His expression was very calm, and he could not see at all what shocking words he had just said.

Clenching his knuckles lightly, Song Wenting finally found his own voice: "Why?"

Deliberately suppressing the trembling, she still didn't dare to meet those black eyes.

The chair made a slight sound, and the clerk brought a plate of pasta, but quickly walked away.

From the corner of his eyes, Song Wenting saw the well-articulated knuckle picking up the fork to move, with his elbow resting lightly on the table, just when he thought he would not answer her question just now, Ji Yanzhou finally spoke out, but he It was the dark eyes that covered his eyes and asked back: "Why do you think?"

Why?

The proud son of the Ji family, the young master of the Ji family, the moon in the sky in everyone's eyes, was able to step down from the altar and propose to marry her. What reason can there be?

What Yue Yao had chatted with suddenly came to mind: Ji Yanzhou's father and Xu Xinning's mother had a dispute, so they can't be together.

It's not impossible to choose someone you don't like if you can't love it, and you are forced by family pressure.

But why does it have to be her?

Obviously there is a better choice, someone with a similar family background and a smart personality is more suitable than her.

The more Song Wenting thought about it, the paler his face became, because the deep and shallow nail prints were left on his palms, the shock and surprise in his eyes did not fade, and he looked really frightened.

Her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word.

Ji Yanzhou's eyelashes trembled, and when he raised his eyes again, he didn't bother with her answer anymore, and explained to himself: "The old man at home is very urgent."

Her lips turned bloody from being bitten, Song Wenting twitched her eyelashes, and finally met the peachy eyes of last Ji Yanzhou, she continued to ask: "Does that mean I'm suitable?"

The fork hit the plate and made a sound. In Song Wenting's sight, the man leaned back on the chair behind him, staring at her eyes that were deeper than ever before.

But all of a sudden, that frivolity rose on the brows, and he raised the corner of his lips: "The cooperation back then was not very pleasant."

Cooperation?

In the freshman year, the year when the two pretended to be lovers.

He said it was a pleasure to cooperate.

But for Song Wenting, it is full of mixed flavors. It is the joy of being secretly in love with the sky, the sadness of pretending to be intimate with the person he likes, and the pain of knowing that everything he does may be for another girl.

This scene is also inexplicably similar to the past, when he pretended to be a couple with Xu Xinning in order to get revenge on the person who hurt Xu Xinning, and now, he proposed to marry her because he could not be with Xu Xinning.

"So, do you want to cooperate this time?" Song Wenting's heart ached, and his tone became cold, "Fake marriage?"

Ji Yanzhou pressed his eyes, and frowned slightly when he heard the words. He realized that what he said just now caused a certain misunderstanding: "Mr. Song, I said 'marriage', without a prefix."

Pausing for a second, he added: "The kind protected by law."

Song Wenting's silence may not make much difference to her, it all means guarding her own heart and suffering by his side. It also means that even if there is such a relationship, it will not be exchanged for a little gaze from the man.

But, he is Ji Yanzhou.

"I know, Zhang Jin is forcing you to move." Ji Yanzhou's eyes locked on her lightly, and he released the bait little by little, "Marry me, and your name will be written on that house immediately."

He knows it all.

That's right, since he plans to marry her, he can't investigate everything about her.

"But..."

"Don't refuse so quickly." Ji Yanzhou, "You are also being urged to marry, aren't you?"

Squeezing the corner of the skirt tightly, Song Wenting's heart trembled heavily,

Right now I can't think.

In front of her was a sugar-coated tablet. She knew that there would be continuous bitterness after the sweetness, but she still couldn't stop the temptation to grab it.

Until a phone call interrupted Song Wenting's subconscious blurted answer.

She picked it up quickly.

"Listen."

It was Shen Heqing just now.

Song Wenting's heart fluttered, and she replied: "What's the matter?"

Her tone was mild, but everyone who knew her knew that she was cold and had emotions.

"What happened tonight is my fault." Shen Heqing, "I will go down the mountain to study soon, and I will explain everything to you clearly, so promise me not to tell Teacher Gu, is that okay?"

"Shen Heqing, this is your own business." Song Wenting, "I have no right to interfere."

In Ji Yanzhou's line of sight, her fair and clean chin curled up, and this exposed emotion made his eyes darker a bit.

The drooping eyelashes covered everything, and he held the fork and chewed the noodles expressionlessly.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting returned to her usual soft temper, a little smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she was polite and alienated when she spoke again.

She said: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I'm your proposal..." When she refused coldly and met the eyes that were looking over, she shook it, and finally answered, "I'll think about it again."

The light and snow-like figure quickly disappeared before his eyes without any regrets.

The black car stopped in front of a private club.

Ji Yanzhou entered the door with ease, and went directly to the box on the second floor.

The waiter dropped him a long way, and when he got out of the elevator, the slender figure had already disappeared behind the door.

The light in the box was dim, seeing him coming in, the four people who were sitting around playing mahjong looked up one after another.

"Hey, how come Yan Er is free today?"

An Junheng glanced at him from the poker table and joked.

Ji Yanzhou's face was dark, he ignored him and didn't talk to him, his lazy eyebrows showed a little imperceptible loneliness in his downcast eyes, and his whole temperament became weaker.

He went straight to the sofa and sat down.

"Brother Yan?" Chen Qiyang frowned and looked at him while touching the cards, subconsciously said, "What's the matter with you? Broken in love?"

Ji Yanzhou gave him a cold look, stretched his long legs forward, and his eyes fell on Yan Sen who was sitting next to him.

While knocking on the phone with his head down, Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and finally raised his eyes from the screen, glanced at him indifferently, and put away the phone neatly.

"Said?" Yan Sen asked.

"Um."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a few seconds, Yan Sen passed a thin cigarette with his long fingers, and he frowned: "She didn't agree?"

Picking up the dark golden lighter on the table, the flame exploded with a "chuss", Ji Yanzhou half-closed one hand, held the cigarette butt in his mouth and touched it, his cold white side face was reflected with warm light.

A wisp of smoke drifted away, and the voice was soaked low and hoarse: "Say you have to think about it."

"Consider?" Yan Sen's unchanging expression was a little broken, "You still have to consider this condition? She has no problem with her eyes, but her brain is not good."

With his long legs stretched straight, Ji Yanzhou kicked Yan Sen's trouser leg.

His cold eyebrows were raised, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you talking about?"

Yan Sen was taken aback, knowing that he had touched this person's weakness.

"Are you angry?" Taking a deep breath of cigarettes, he sneered coldly: "So much affection?"

Ji Yanzhou leaned his head back on the sofa and did not respond.

Everyone knows that the good boys in their circles are considered good, at least they don't mess with men and women, and anyone else who has money and power is not a coquette.

Not to mention the Ji family, a prominent family in the circle, it's ridiculous to talk about love.

People like them grew up in a family-friendly environment, where did the love come from.

"Aren't you early to fall in love?"

Breathing out white smoke, Ji Yanzhou choked back in time.

Yan Sen thought of Yue Yao's red eyes under him, the eyes were slightly darker, and his tone became colder: "This is different."

Ji Yanzhou chuckled, and didn't worry about the difference any more.

After a moment of silence, Yan Sen brought back the topic and explained: "You are the 'as long as they are not in love with each other, I will see the needle' love, you will be punished by God."

"Oh." Hearing this, a smile appeared in Ji Yanzhou's eyes, "Come on."

"..."

Yan Sen straightened up half of his body, put out the cigarette, and continued to chat: "Aren't you afraid that all the fake love affairs back then were calculated?"

Ji Yanzhou's peach blossom eyes were slightly condensed, and his tone was unclear: "Guess."

Yan Sen: "..."

Like the immoral things he can do, but is it necessary to be so humble? He is the second son of the Ji family, does he want anything, as for playing tricks?

Yan Sen sneered: "If she disagrees in the end, what are you going to do?"

Before waiting for a response, the card players over there suddenly made a noise. An Junheng smiled and pushed the cards away, got up and hung up the phone, then stretched his neck and called to Ji Yanzhou: "Yan Er, my sister is coming, don't you mind?" ?”

He said and shook his phone helplessly at him.

His sister An Shuyu has been chasing Ji Yanzhou secretly and secretly for two months. An Junheng is keen to match the two with the idea that the fat and water will not flow to outsiders.

"Brother Heng, let's go, my eyes are not very good, I can see that Brother Yan has no interest in your sister at all." Chen Qiyang was still thinking about the beauty he saw last time, "even if he is with you His fake ex-girlfriend's old love is revived, and he won't take a fancy to your sister."

"Go away!" An Junheng pointed at Ji Yanzhou, "Whoever listens to your gossip, listens to Yan Er himself, if you don't like me, don't let her follow."

Ji Yanzhou turned off the cigarette butt, his voice was still hoarse, without any hesitation, he came straight to the point: "I said it very clearly, it's not interesting to her."

An Junheng was stunned, then pulled out his mobile phone to make a call and told An Shuyu to leave.

He was also able to let go and didn't take it to heart: "Okay, I understand the meaning."

The four of them continued to invest in a new round, and someone greeted Ji Yanzhou: "Yan Er, how many?"

"No, you play."

Saying he got up and left.

But as if thinking of something, he turned around and looked at Yan Sen who was asking the question just now. After a while, he responded quietly: "Perhaps, robbing?"

- What if she doesn't agree?

——Perhaps, robbing.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile, like a lunatic.

Yan Sen: "Farewell, twisted melons are not sweet."

"Oh." Ji Yanzhou, "I want it if it's not sweet."

Yan Sen: "?"