The warm lights outside the window were on, and the warmth that belonged only to home was reflected on Song Wenting's soft side face. This building is the tallest building in the entire community, and you can see the lights of thousands of houses from the large balcony.

On her side, she only lit a floor lamp, and it was dimly lit. Song Wenting was sitting on the line of light and shadow, twisting her nightgown, looking a little helpless.

She stared blankly at the lights going out of the window.

Until the coldness of the room was broken by the ringing of the mobile phone.

Yun Jin's tone was as indifferent as ever, never exchanging pleasantries, directly without any intimacy: "Zhang Jin said you have a boyfriend? When did it happen?"

"No." Song Wenting got up, walked to the coffee table, and caught the phone number on the note paper she put away on the table.

She guessed that Ji Yanzhou had gone to Zhang Jin. The house she was thinking about and Zhang Jin's harassment from time to time were indeed bargaining chips.

Her thoughts also went back to the restaurant. When she got up to leave, Ji Yanzhou raised his eyes and asked the clerk to bring a pen and paper, and wrote down his mobile phone number neatly before letting her go.

"Listen, don't even hide it from me. If you have a boyfriend, bring me to see." Yun Jin said, "At least I'm still your mother."

Song Wenting listened to the inner peace of water. She is a mother, a mother who has never cared about her since she divorced Song Tingkai. Now she wants to add another foot in her marriage, but Zhang Jin promises her to expand the cosmetics store she is opening several times.

Benefits are always greater than family affection.

In the end, Song Wenting finally couldn't stand her repeated remarks: "If you say no, you don't." She took a deep breath, "Even if there is, I will show it to my grandmother, so don't keep calling."

Yun Jin muttered a few words of complaints that she shouldn't have, and finally hung up the phone first.

Sitting on the sofa, unconsciously turning on the TV, Song Wenting continued to nest in the corner hugging the pillow, his gaze fell on the screen.

A very popular drama "After We Get Married" is currently being broadcast on TV.

While running a family, she has to work hard for her dreams outside. The husband who was in love before marriage seemed to be a different person after marriage. On her birthday, she was out with clients, and she couldn’t even make time for the two of them to watch a movie or even commemorate their wedding. On that day, the husband and his female colleague drank until midnight, and when they came back to face the hostess' accusation, they only said "forgot." Like a sharp thorn, it pierced the marriage that was already riddled with holes.

Everyone commented on the male lead as a little trick for fearing marriage every day, and jokingly called this drama a promotional film for persuading marriage.

Today happened to be the finale. After the divorce, the heroine lived alone with a child under two years old.

Turning off the TV, the light in his eyes disappeared, Song Wenting took out his mobile phone, and pressed the string of numbers by the light from the balcony.

She didn't dare to make a call, and only called out the text message on her mobile phone, and slowly edited word by word: "Mr. Ji, I don't accept your proposal, sorry."

With courage, Song Wenting finished typing the last word, quickly pressed send, and then directly exited the text message interface.

Pretending to scroll through Moments, waiting for the passage of time, until the corners of her eyes were sore, and the moment she quit WeChat, a red dot appeared before her eyes.

Her heart suddenly tightened, she clicked on it, and a friend invitation was sent by a profile picture with a half moon on a dark blue background, remarks: Season Banquet Boat. Concise to indifferent three words.

Song Wenting cautiously retreated to the text message, but there was no reply.

The small face is slightly wrinkled, what does he mean? It is inconvenient to use text messages, so do you have to reply on WeChat?

After a few seconds of hesitation, she still agreed.

Before he had time to react, the bell rang suddenly, it was a voice chat from Ji Yanzhou.

"Hello?" Song Wenting let go, and said softly first.

There was a rustling sound over there, and then a deep and hoarse voice, he still called her: "Teacher Song."

The tips of his ears were inexplicably hot, and Song Wenting responded in a low, inaudible tone: "Hmm."

"Haven't slept yet?"

He seemed to be still outside, and there were a few noisy sounds from time to time mixed with his pleasant voice, this inexplicable intimacy.

Fingertips unconsciously digging: "Not yet."

The topic ends abruptly.

Only the sound of heartbeats thumping in Song Wenting's ears.

After a long while, Song Wenting couldn't help but test: "Did you receive the text message?"

Ji Yanzhou took a deep breath of cigarettes, and his cold brows held deep meaning, but his tone was calm, and he replied: "What text message?"

Song Wenting was surprised, he didn't receive the text message? how come?

"I just had a problem with my mobile phone. I asked Yan Sen's girlfriend for the number." His voice was dark and hoarse from the smoke, "This is a new number, please save it."

Yan Sen's girlfriend is Yue Yao.

Song Wenting accepted the explanation, and she continued to speak, trying to repeat the words in the text message, but the phone rang suddenly as soon as the words reached her lips.

The name of the note is: Yu Qianqian.

The two had exchanged phone calls not long ago, but they had never made a call. They communicated more often on WeChat. It was late at night, and this call was too strange.

"Sorry, I have a call."

Afraid that Yu Qianqian had something urgent to do, Song Wenting answered the phone quickly.

Yu Qianqian's voice in the microphone was startled and terrified: "Song Song! Wang Zhiyuan was released from prison!"

It's been a long time since heard this name, Song Wenting didn't react for a while.

Yu Qianqian's voice continued: "He received a commutation of sentence and came out early yesterday."

"This scum!! He wasn't sentenced to death back then, but he was released now. Fuck me!" Yu Qianqian scolded more than a dozen sentences before instructing Song Wenting, "Song Song, is your place safe now? Go here? I heard you say, you live alone?"

As she said that, she thought to herself again: "This can't work!! Think about it, you put him directly in the cell back then, but now that he's out, he must be looking for you all over the city!"

"Song Song, are you listening?"

Back then, those nasty things came into my mind, and Song Wenting was nauseous. She quickly rushed to the bathroom and retched dazedly while clinging to the toilet.

After spitting out a lot of acid water, Song Wenting rinsed his mouth and picked up the phone again, but his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.

"Well, I see."

"Don't just know." Yu Qianqian was anxious, "Can you find a place to hide?"

Song Wenting's thoughts were still a mess, and in her urgent tone, she instantly thought of Ji Yanzhou.

"If you can't find it, come to Hong Kong City and stay with me for a while."

"No, I..." Song Wenting, "I can find a place."

Hearing what she said, Yu Qianqian was only half-hearted. After a pause for a few seconds, she continued: "A safe place is on the one hand, and there must be someone you can rely on. A man is the best. Don't be alone. He will always find you." Get a chance to strike."

Pursing her lips lightly, her long eyelashes fluttering briskly like the wings of a butterfly, she murmured softly, "Sissy, I might have a good chance."

"what?"

"marry."

"??"

After hanging up the phone, he couldn't calm down for a while, Song Wenting simply went to the piano room to play the piano for a while.

The sound of the piano was chaotic, but she gradually cleared her thoughts.

The time is about to point to the early morning, don't know if Ji Yanzhou will still look at his mobile phone.

But her sinking is only at this moment. She is afraid that if she is slow for a few seconds, the balance in her heart will be tilted, and her mental preparation will fall short.

Opening the newly added dialog box, Song Wenting typed the sentence just now, but the meaning was quite different:

"Mr. Ji, do you still count your proposal?"

The next day, the light from the apricot-colored curtains penetrated into the figure on the bed, Song Wenting gently turned over and continued to sleep.

Another hour later, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated, and her thin white arm stretched out from the bed. Half asleep, she murmured a few times before she answered the phone intuitively.

"Hey?"

This urn was in the nasal cavity, soft and delicate, with an inexplicable connotation.

The opposite season Yanzhou was startled.

The voice he said again was low and hoarse, but he still had the heart to call her: "It's me."

Shen Ning for two seconds, he continued: "Jiyanzhou."

Then the quilt was lifted, and the rustling of the clothes rubbed into the ear through the microphone, causing a momentary tremor.

Soon, the clear female voice sounded again, no longer charming, with the same sense of alienation: "I'm sorry."

"Um."

Ji Yanzhou subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the opposite community building. The morning fog shrouded in an unreal feeling, but the morning light broke through the clouds and sprayed into the hair room, and the gradually lively streets and crowds reminded him that it was true.

"Bring all the documents, I'm downstairs in your house."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Song Wenting realized that he had stepped on the floor with his bare feet.

The coolness penetrated to the top of her heart, and she hurriedly packed up.

Rare panic in recent years gave this morning.

She slept late and lost her calm Shen Ya.

Before going out, she repeatedly looked in front of the mirror for a long time, and changed several hairbands one after another. In the end, she changed into a plain pale pink dress with loose blue silk and no hairband.

Walking down the stairs, she looked at the documents in the bag with anxiety, and the household registration book was only written by her and her late grandmother.

Song Wenting saw the black car at the gate of the community at a glance, parked under the camphor tree across the road, low-key but mysterious.

She covered her emotions and turned to the right corner to buy two cups of porridge.

This is getting closer.

At the red light intersection, Song Wenting couldn't help but look at the car frequently, but he didn't know that this time he directly met the people inside.

My heart beat faster than ever before.

Not to mention, the man got out of the car before she got there.

His eyes firmly grasped her, never letting go of a single bit, until she walked in front of her, Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on the bag she was carrying.

Song Wenting was uncomfortable, and simply raised his usual polite smile: "Have you eaten? I bought breakfast."

"Didn't eat." Ji Yanzhou was dressed very formally, with a neat bow tie. It was formal attire. It was a little bit wanton, but it looked cooler.

Song Wenting's hand holding the bag was unconsciously clasped, his eyes were raised from his chest, and he hurriedly moved away when he touched his smooth chin.

"Get in the car first."

The room in the car was silent, and Ji Yanzhou drove steadily without looking sideways.

The co-pilot Song Wenting also sat upright and was not familiar with it.

"What did you buy?"

Until an intersection, Ji Yanzhou took the time to look over and asked casually.

"I bought porridge." Song Wenting lowered his head to open the bag, and took out the porridge in a cup, "Do you want some?"

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had asked a foolish question.

He is driving, how can he drink?

While feeling annoyed, Ji Yanzhou suddenly tilted his head and smiled inexplicably: "You feed me?"

Sure enough, that sloppy energy came out.

Song Wenting said softly, "Let's eat after getting off the bus."

Before he finished speaking, the tips of his ears were already full of color.