In the end, Song Wenting didn't smile, the moment the corners of his mouth were raised stiffly, the clear and pleasant breath drifted away, and Ji Yanzhou had already pulled back his body.

His half-lifted peach eyes seemed to carry a strong sense of aggression and oppression, and just one glance could make Song Wenting's heart palpitate.

"Rest here for a while."

He quickly picked up a phone call, walked to the desk, and his voice returned to that of business.

Song Wenting's heartbeat slowed down, and he followed his gaze. The tall figure was half-hidden behind the pure black desktop, showing a cold profile in front of the computer, sharp and seductive.

The chair was a bit uncomfortable to sit on, Song Wenting simply moved to the soft sofa he had been sitting on just now, the dark gray was cold, but the tight wrapping feeling when she sat down brought her ultimate relaxation.

She looked at the office with her head tilted. It was spacious and tidy, but the cool tones were clear, just like Ji Yanzhou who was on the phone in front of the desk.

He has a unique temperament, different from the wantonness of his student days, but now he is deliberately restrained, with the dignified coldness of a mature man all over his body.

"It's okay to agree, unless the script is rewritten."

He slammed down coldly, turned his face slightly, and Song Wenting, who was peeking, was startled. The moment he retracted his gaze for a second, a little bright red appeared in front of the black desktop computer.

If you contact the employees outside just now, is that their marriage certificate?

How could it be placed in such a conspicuous place?

Song Wenting's ears felt hot, and he didn't dare to look over.

In the corner of his light, he saw the figure of the man who was looking at him subconsciously, so he had to lean on the sofa and pretend to play with his mobile phone.

Yue Yao's news rushed into the eyeballs: [Tingbao, what are you doing? 】

Song Song Ting lied: [Listen to the qin music. 】

Yue Yao did not suspect him: [Oh, are you free to go shopping with me tomorrow? 】

[We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's go together. 】

Song Wenting lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and when he was free tomorrow, he readily agreed.

The two chatted for a while as if nothing was happening, and finally brought up the incident with Shen Heqing last time.

Yue Yao: [I was wrong last time, don't be angry, my sister will buy you a bag of atonement tomorrow, okay? 】

She looked careless, but her heart was very careful, and there was a cautious gesture in her tone, for fear that Song Wenting would still be angry about what happened last time.

So Song Wenting picked up his mobile phone and sent her a voice message in a low voice: "Okay, I forgive you."

She didn't hide it, she dismissed her temptations and concerns generously, and her tone naturally brought a familiar softness.

Yue Yao happily posted a series of emoticons, and Song Wenting unconsciously smiled deeply.

Naturally, she didn't notice that a gaze as black as the deep sea was firmly grasping her.

At the end of the chat, Song Wenting really took out his earphones and listened to the piano music, and Chen Yan sent her the original soundtrack of "Night Chats in Xiling Window".

The qin music soothed the heart, and the long and slow rhythm brought Song Wenting to immerse herself in it, and she actually fell asleep.

She looked peaceful and beautiful when she fell asleep, as if she had that natural obedience all the time, and her soft hair fell on her cheeks, revealing a touch of bright pink. As you got closer, you could see the thin sweat dripping from the tip of the nose.

The unbridled gaze paused, and Ji Yanzhou immediately pressed the air conditioner to lower the temperature a few degrees.

"Hey, Ji..."

He Junlang pushed the door and came in at this moment. Before he could say anything, he was frightened back half by the knife that the man swept over.

He looked over like a ghost, but before his eyes turned to the woman on the sofa, Ji Yanzhou stepped on his legs, and the tall figure blocked him directly to the door.

He Junlang's eyes widened: "I...you...why is she here?"

He instantly understood what the dog said about the marriage not long ago, and even though he saw the people, he couldn't help but scolded twice, and said, "Mr. Ji, no, don't tell me, she is the group of people outside. Who are you marrying?"

Hei Zizhao's eyes fell, and it seemed that he had acquiesced.

He Junlang frowned deeply, as if he could kill a few mosquitoes. He wondered, "Didn't you still have a blind date yesterday? Why did you bring someone to talk about it today, or is it your ex-girlfriend?"

"Okay, let's talk about things." Ji Yanzhou regained his senses and looked at Song Wenting, who was moving his eyes. He didn't bother to listen to his blah, and was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute." He Junlang, "I'll ask the last sentence."

He was eager to take a look, wanting to take a look inside, who would have known that the man was too tall and directly blocked it.

He Junlang gave up and looked in again, and asked again, "Really got the certificate?"

"Um."

He Junlang: "Okay, brother is awesome!"

He Junlang didn't react until the door was ruthlessly closed in front of him, and he cursed a few times to himself.

Turning his head, he stared at a few pairs of peeking eyes.

Seeing his face, several people came to pull him one after another, and the gossip questions came one after another: "Manager He, what is the origin of Mrs. Ji?"

"I thought Mr. Ji was a couple with Xu Xinning, but now I got the certificate all of a sudden, it's too fast."

"However, Mrs. Ji is so beautiful that she can't lose to Xu Xinning."

"What, there is no comparison between the two, and the temperament is completely different."

"What kind of eyes, obviously Xu Xinning has to look a lot better, okay?"

"..."

"Could it be some kind of family marriage, only about money and not about love."

"Fang Jing, stop guessing."

He Junlang's head hurts from the noise.

"Mr. He, you should know something about your relationship with Mr. Ji, right?"

"Tell us, it's spread all over the company today. I heard that several sisters in the propaganda department directly cried."

"It's just that they cry ass, leprosy is also worthy of eating swan meat."

"Zhang Qingqing, can you stop being so angry, why? They don't deserve it, do you deserve it?"

He Junlang stood up and said sharply: "Whatever you want to hear, just ask you Mr. Ji! Now, if you don't want to be fired, start working quickly, and don't talk about it all day long."

Although their working environment is relatively relaxed, the boss's private life cannot allow the people below him to gossip like this.

He is the vice president of the company, so his words still carry weight. Immediately the crowd dispersed, He Junlang finally looked at the closed door, took out his mobile phone, sent a few words to the university roommate group in a cheap way, and then walked away.

When Song Wenting woke up, the sky outside was dim, and the warm light of the setting sun was shining through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass on the tail of hair, dyeing the world, and there was an inexplicably warm illusion.

The moment he got up, the black coat he was wearing fell down to his knees.

The cold and clear breath rushed to the tip of his nose.

She raised her eyes subconsciously, and met Ji Yanzhou at the table. His eyes were deep and unclear, as if he had been looking at her for a long time.

"Are you awake?" He put down the pen and notebook in his hand and walked over.

Underneath the jacket was a dark shirt, revealing half of his arms were slender and cold.

Song Wenting uncomfortably brushed his side hair, nodded softly: "I slept for a long time?"

"No." Ji Yanzhou bent down suddenly, and then dropped his smiling tone, "It's only an hour."

Hearing a little smile, Song Wenting's ears warmed up, and he quickly handed him the coat in his arms: "Sorry."

"Yes." Ji Yanzhou motioned to her, "Let's go."

Gu Yin's home is a little far away, after getting in the car, Song Wenting called Gu Yin to report that the two would arrive home in about 20 minutes.

Zhou Chen smiled and greeted Song Wenting: "Teacher Song."

Before Song Wenting's polite smile reached his lips, Ji Yanzhou beside him said inexplicably: "The title has changed."

Zhou Chen was stunned for two seconds, then changed his words instantly: "Mrs. Ji."

Song Wenting: "..."

There was nothing to say along the way, soft music was playing quietly in the car, and after listening carefully, there were a few familiar Guqin pieces.

The mood is quite relaxed, but the closer the car gets to the destination, Song Wenting still feels nervous.

Perhaps it was because she was too obvious. When getting out of the car, the man leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Her heart beat hard, Song Wenting actually didn't hear very clearly, only the two words "I am" hit her chest, inexplicably calming her restless heart.

In her line of sight, the man was arranging for Zhou Chen to take the big and small bags of gifts that he had already prepared out of the car.

The alley was as quiet as ever, and the wooden door was pushed open with a creak.

Before Song Wenting could make a sound, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, with a green shirt and black hair, neat and clean.

Shen Heqing.

He was there.

Song Wenting frowned subconsciously, but when Shen Heqing called out "Listen", he nodded politely.

As he approached, he scrutinized the man next to him until he met those slightly familiar eyes, cold and thorny, it seemed that it was not an illusion.

There was no emotion on his face, and the gentleman smiled: "You?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting hadn't thought of hiding it from them at all, "He's my...husband now." But it was the first time he said these two words, and he still stumbled.

The man next to him seemed a little surprised, and if there was any substance, his eyes fell, causing hot flashes in his palms.

Ji Yanzhou nodded along the way, but his hands were drooping, and there was no sign of friendship.

"Why haven't I heard of you?" The shock of hearing her say it made Shen Heqing's face change. "He... The last time he came here, you were obviously not familiar with him."

Before Song Wenting opened his mouth to explain, Ji Yanzhou's snorting voice sounded, and he said, "Haven't you heard of love at first sight?"

"..."

Gu Yin's cold voice came from the eaves behind him: "Okay, come in."

Gu Yin is one of the earliest performers in China, a highly respected national treasure, and when he is serious, he is quite a precursor to the coming of a storm.

The group followed them to the living room. In front of the simple and heavy solid wood table, Gu Yin sat on a carved chair and glanced over coldly, but when he saw the person coming, the light in his eyes flashed instantly, and his face was surprised. Wei Lu, the coldness in her eyes dissipated a lot, but she quickly maintained her image.

Before she could say a word, Ji Yanzhou beckoned Zhou Chen to put down the beautifully packaged gifts, and then picked up a box from the top and handed it directly to Gu Yin's eyelids: "Mr. Gu, I heard that you like to drink tea. , I brought some Longjing."

Song Wenting raised his eyes and looked at the man with a calm expression, knowing that he was trying to say good things, but Song Wenting felt warm at the top of his heart.

But Gu Yin didn't move, and didn't pick up the box in his hand.

"Teacher Gu..." As soon as Song Wenting's gentle tone came out, Gu Yin said, "Put it there."

The tabletop teacup was opened, Gu Yin took a sip of strong tea, his eyes skipped over the exquisite tea box there, his face eased a little, "Tell me, the reason for cutting first and then playing."

She raised her eyes and fell on the two in front of her. The man's face was handsome, and he was more talented than the first time he saw him. And next to him, she saw a big woman with graceful appearance since she was a child, and she looked at the two of them as a perfect match.

She added lightly: "Have you?"

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