Calling up the chat box, there were several messages from Ji Yanzhou in it, and the exquisite diamond ring on the promotional poster caught her eyes, she glanced in panic, and didn't dare to look at it again.

Put away your phone and enter the set.

Song Wenting didn't have a fixed working time, and only because Chen Yan, the head of the music production team, was going to the set to communicate details with the director today, she was asked to follow along.

A few people talked a few words in the simple shed, and then moved to the film and television city. Director Chen is both a director and a producer. .

"Okay, you can discuss it on your own." After leaving the last sentence, Director Chen immediately joined a new round of shooting.

Song Wenting and Chen Yan entered the room. She couldn't stand Director Chen's impatience. She muttered a few words inexplicably, then remembered something, and turned to her and asked her: "Mr. Things, have they been implemented?"

I was taken aback for a moment, Song Wenting seemed to be inviting Shen Heqing, but now Song Wenting didn't want to say anything.

But what he promised before is that it is not easy to go back on his word, and from the perspective of this drama, he is the perfect candidate.

After a few seconds of delay, Song Wenting called the teacher Gu Yin.

After listening to her narration over there, he subconsciously asked: "Did you quarrel?"

Song Wenting had no emotions in her heart, but she still wouldn't rashly bring things up under the circumstances of Shen Heqing's request.

"It's nothing, it's just..." She frowned, thinking of some reason to refuse, suddenly today's certificate got into her mind, and said the words smoothly, "I'm married, avoid suspicion."

The heartbeat went from slow to fast, and only a pounding sound could be heard in the ear.

It was impossible for her to hide it from Gu Yin, so she used this tone to speak out.

The other side seemed to be in a daze for a long time, and no one spoke, and Song Wenting's tight heart shrank even more.

"When did it happen?" The voice that is not angry but powerful came over the coolness.

Song Wenting bit her lips, and knew Gu Yin's attitude from the tone, she faltered: "This morning."

There was a "bang", the sound of the teacup being knocked on the table, Gu Yin was imbued with the aura of a teacher and wrapped Song Wenting, she said in a deep voice, "Come here tonight and explain clearly."

"it is good."

Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes obediently, knowing that she was the first to act before this matter.

"Listen, when your grandma left, she entrusted you to me, so I can be regarded as half of your relatives." Gu Yin suppressed his voice, every word pierced his heart, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." Song Wenting's voice was still soft and soft, making it hard to get angry.

Gu Yin sighed, and at the last second of hanging up the phone, he said: "Bring him to me."

Song Wenting learned piano from Gu Yin since she was a child, and she knows her temperament. She is quite strict and strict, but she is very professional and well taught, so Song Wenting is a little afraid of her on the one hand, and agrees with her on the other hand.

Not to mention that after grandma left, Gu Yin took on the role of a parent, so there is nothing wrong with being angry.

Song Wenting squeezed the phone, feeling restless like a rabbit in his heart.

It's okay for her to be punished alone, but she asked her to bring Ji Yanzhou with her.

She panicked for a moment.

Opening the chat box between the two of them, a few links were lying alone, and Song Wenting's face suddenly became hot again. This is a high-end jewelry brand, and the price of any piece starts at six figures.

Song Wenting naturally dare not choose.

Just as she was hesitating, the phone vibrated one after another, and a message from Ji Yanzhou was suddenly received in the dialog box: [Don't like it? 】

Song Wenting waited for a while, did not see the input prompt again, and began to reply: [No, I have chosen. 】

【Um. 】

The chat was interrupted, Song Wenting frowned, his fair little face was troubled, his fingertips repeatedly tapped in the box but never sent a word.

Until I can no longer see it over there, Ji Yanzhou: [Do you want to write a small composition for me? 】

Looking at the words, can imagine the faintness between the lines.

Song Wenting was a little shy, and finally sent the deleted and deleted sentence: [I told Teacher Gu about our marriage, and she seemed a little angry, so let me take you there at night. 】

After sending it, she tried to find a supplement: [Actually, you don't have to go, I'll say that you are very busy with work. 】

She fluttered her long fingers and had to type again. Ji Yanzhou came back quickly, it was a voice.

Song Wenting carefully adjusted it to the earpiece and put it close to his ear. His voice with a unique wanton tone fell into his ear: "Mr. Song, why did you say everything?"

The next one was only a deep voice: "I'll pick you up after get off work."

The pinnae of the ear was instantly covered with embarrassment, and Song Wenting replied "Okay" with affection in his heart.

Song Wenting spent a few hours at the music production company Chen Yan's office in the afternoon, tried the sound audition in the recording studio, and also learned to debug the sound distortion of the guqin.

When it was over, it was barely four o'clock.

If the time is too short to go back and wait, she will come out of the building and see the building with the words "Heming Entertainment" written on it in the center of the city.

She didn't know that the two companies were so close.

He wanted to send Ji Yanzhou a message, but she finally held back, and he probably wouldn't want her to disturb him.

Until walking into a coffee shop, Song Wenting took out his mobile phone and was about to order food, but was pulled back by a male voice.

"Song... Teacher Song?"

Opposite is a group of men and women with work cards hanging on their chests. The boy who called her first was dressed in a suit, and his rather immature face was both surprised and delighted.

Countless eyes looked at him, and Song Wenting said hello politely.

Zhou Chen held a cup of coffee in each of his left and right hands. He ignored Song Wenting's politeness and alienation, and stepped forward to invite: "Are you here to see Mr. Ji?"

Yes and no.

Song Wenting finally chose a conservative answer: "I've got some troubles at work."

"Oh." Zhou Chen tilted his head to indicate to the group of bright-eyed people behind him, "Mr. Ji invited everyone to drink coffee. Now that he has bought it, he is going back to the company. Let's go up together?"

Several people behind him were full of coffee, but Zhou Chen naturally ignored her words and warmly invited her upstairs.

She is not sure whether Ji Yanzhou will make the matter of the two people's certificates public, so she should be cautious.

So I wanted to refuse again, but unfortunately this time my words were interrupted by a girl behind: "The surname is Song? Isn't it so coincidental?"

Hearing the gossip, someone was pushed out: "Quick, quick, let's see how she looks different from the woman on the eldest's marriage certificate?"

The boy who was pushed out wailed: "Boss is tight, I don't even see her eyebrows, how can I recognize her?"

"But it's so beautiful, it must be."

One stone shocked thousands of waves, and they murmured and half blocked the only exit in the store, even the customers and the clerk looked over.

However, Zhou Chen was still arrogant: "Don't guess, she is."

Song Wenting: "?"

Surrounded by enthusiasm, Song Wenting had no choice but to take the elevator with them to the 20th floor, stepping on the thin carpet with her heels, and she became nervous after a while.

Thinking of retreating, and thinking that Ji Yanzhou might not welcome her to set foot in his private realm, a heart tangled repeatedly in these few minutes.

Until he was pushed to the office to sit down, someone shouted to get coffee, and a dozen people came over.

Curious and meaningful eyes fell on Song Wenting, who could not find any expression except for a smile.

But the figure that just sat quietly on the chair still made people's eyes shine.

Someone joked: "Min'er, who is it? The new sister?"

When he saw the beautiful face of the woman, he became more and more excited, and naturally he didn't see the wink from everyone: "This is too beautiful, not to mention which I thought it was a star under the company."

Song Wenting smiled and wanted to interrupt, but he didn't know where to start because he was too dense.

"The strength is good, and I was transferred to the president's office as soon as I arrived." He sipped his coffee, and with a cynic expression on his face, he pulled a sliding chair from his back and floated in front of Song Wenting, "Hello, I'm Chen Lei. , the chief public relations assistant. I will call Lei brother in the future."

Everyone sweated for him, and when the tall figure behind him came over, they silently lit a wax for him in their hearts.

"Mr. Ji." Someone shouted loudly.

"Yeah." It was a low and cold voice.

Song Wenting paused, stood up immediately, and subconsciously looked behind him.

Directly meeting those deep eyes, he was still wearing the pure black suit that he received the certificate, as if his hair that had been taken care of was hanging down, and his handsome face was even more cold and shocking.

In fact, he has a strong face, and even if he doesn't smile, he looks extremely seductive.

Song Wenting pinched the strap of his bag, not knowing his attitude for a while, so he didn't move at all.

He glanced lightly over Song Wenting's body, and suddenly shouted, "Chen Lei."

Chen Lei didn't know why, so he put down the cup and approached with a smile: "What's the matter? Boss."

He sneered, suddenly raised his leg around him, and walked straight to Song Wenting's side.

Chen Lei's eyes moved with him until he saw Ji Yanzhou's hand on the woman's slender wrist, his pupils suddenly trembled, and before he had time to react, he put a knife on his neck and said, "What do you want her to call you? "

Chen Lei's temples were sweating, and he reluctantly plucked out his colleague who was watching a good show, and cried out in grievance: "It's not that I don't know that she is your sweetheart, blame me for being blind."

"The eyes are quite blind." Ji Yanzhou clasped the woman's white and small wrist, and laughed along the way. There was a faint burst of laughter in the silent office, and he suddenly turned upside down.

Song Wenting could only feel the buzzing in her head, and the excitement was melted into the background. The phrase "beloved baby" in Chen Lei's mouth sounded in her mind, was she talking about her?

The scorching heat from the tight wrist, and the shivering from the touch of her skin, made her unable to think.

She was taken to the office by Ji Yanzhou, and someone behind her couldn't stop joking: "Boss, what are you doing, I haven't seen enough of Mrs. Ji's unbelievable looks, so you're going to hide?"

The laughter behind him was hidden into the heavy door, blocking out all sounds, as if you could hear the echo of the thumping heartbeat.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and explained, "They didn't mean any harm."

When Song Wenting nodded, he slightly loosened the strength of his wrist, fearing that he would find out, subconsciously retreated a little distance.

She raised her small face, exposing her slender neck to his eyes, and said, "Sorry. I wanted to wait for you outside, but they saw it."

Ji Yanzhou didn't answer her words, motioned her to sit down, and then said slowly, "I suddenly remembered something."

He took off his coat casually, revealing the pure white shirt inside, and sat casually opposite her with his long legs. On the huge black sofa, one black and one white were extremely stunning, which made Song Wenting's heart tingle, and he was like this Looking up at her slightly, he continued, "You haven't smiled at me for a second today."

"?"

Suddenly seeing the deep meaning in his eyes, Song Wenting blushed again, she was extremely nervous today, so, did she never smile at him?

"You obviously laughed." Song Wenting retorted, and reminded, "In the wedding photo."

The words were soft and soft, without much weight.

"Not counting."

He was straightforward, then sneered and said, "Okay, you can smile at Chen Lei just now, but you can't laugh at me. There is no such thing, little Bodhisattva."

With a heavy heartbeat, Song Wenting felt as if he had been roasted in an oven. His tone and familiar address immediately made her feel ashamed and wanted to dig into the ground.

The slender and thick eyelashes are lightly covered, revealing the thin and white eyelids, so fragile that one cannot bear to be bullied.

But Ji Yanzhou didn't, he leaned over suddenly, and with a low posture, his handsome face was directly in front of Song Wenting's eyes.

The warm breath intertwined suddenly, it was too close, his eyelashes were black and long, covered with a little shadow, and his thin lips slowly curled up: "Smile like just now."

His tone was low and hoarse, like a bait to attract people to fall.

Before the smile bloomed on his lips, Song Wenting could feel that the sight grabbing her was a little darker, and it was pulled in with the breath that belonged to him, and the tip of his nose almost touched.