have?

Song Wenting was so frightened that he looked up at Gu Yin in a hurry, and after realizing what she was guessing meant, his neck was instantly dyed crimson.

"No...no."

Song Wenting explained, "We... just fell in love at first sight, so..."

She followed Ji Yanzhou's joke about Shen Heqing just now to argue, but her heart was empty when she finished speaking. It was her who said "love at first sight", not him who said this.

"What kind of love does Zhong need to secretly obtain a certificate?"

Her tone was still cold, and the hot tea couldn't soak it halfway.

Song Wenting's face sank slightly, Ji Yanzhou beside him approached, and he naturally clasped her slender wrist with his big hand, causing a moment of shivering, even though his knuckles went down, the pulp of his fingers slid across the palm of his hand, scorching hot The palms of his hands were close to each other, and the vigorous pulsation was clearly palpable.

"Mr. Gu, it's my fault that I didn't think carefully about this matter." His tone was rarely gentle and polite, "I coaxed her to get the certificate with me. If it can calm you down and ask me to do anything, I will be happy."

A layer of sweat dripped from his hands, and Song Wenting couldn't help turning his head to look at the people around him.

In her impression of so many years, when did he appear in such a tone, with a sincere sense of steadfastness, making you willing to be the moth that jumped towards this enthusiastic group.

"Aqing, take this and make two cups of tea." Gu Yin motioned to Shen Heqing behind him, the tea box on the table was taken away, and Song Wenting's heart dropped.

"Ji Yanzhou?" Gu Yin looked at the man's broad shoulders and shoulders along the hands of the two of them. She finally looked him straight in the eyes, and her tone softened a lot, "Does your grandma know about this?"

"I called her in the morning." The hand in the palm moved subconsciously, but it was quickly held lightly by Ji Yanzhou's big hand. He said seriously: "We will go back to see her later."

This time Gu Yin's expression was not so serious, she asked them to sit on the two carved wooden chairs in front of the table, and it happened that Shen Heqing put hot tea in front of them.

"There's no need to calm down, but I will say a few more words." Gu Yin looked at Song Wenting's delicate and bright cheeks, and his tone was a little prudent, "I have watched her grow up since I was a child."

Song Wenting looked at the woman's already wrinkled eye ends, and suddenly had a sore nose.

"It looks soft, but it's actually very stubborn." Gu Yin, "Knows what I want to do, and is very assertive. When her grandma left, she didn't shed a single tear in front of us, but she didn't know she cried when she slept at night. Pillow several times."

Biting his lips lightly, Song Wenting hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Gu Yin again.

"It's the same with learning the piano. If you don't practice well in one section, you have to practice stubbornly even if you don't sleep." She felt lost, "So, we listened very well, so don't bully her."

A crystal teardrop hit the back of his hand suddenly, Ji Yanzhou's pupils shrank, and he immediately lowered his eyes to look at her. The warmth of that drop scalded the depths of his eyes.

"Listen, someone will take care of you for your grandma in the future." Gu Yin sighed slightly, "Don't keep everything in your heart."

She got up and began to order to evict guests, "Okay, that's all for today, let's all go back, I'll go listen to the piano for a while."

Gu Yin has only eaten one simple meal a day since very early, and went to bed when it was getting dark. Song Wenting knew that she was used to it, and it was not easy to continue interrupting.

The three of them left the yard until the red lanterns under the eaves lit up. She came back to her senses. She felt ashamed when she remembered the tears just now. She was so hot that she wanted to go out alone, but when she pulled, she realized that Ji Yanzhou had not let go of her hand. .

He broke free slightly, his palms were soaked in moisture, and he didn't know who it was.

"Listen, you... let's talk alone for a while, okay?"

Shen Heqing remembered the encounter here not long ago, but still couldn't believe that she was married to this strange man.

Song Wenting hesitated to think of what Ji Yanzhou said just now about going back to see Grandma Ji, and the words of refusal fell: "Today is not very convenient."

Shen Heqing frowned tightly, looked at her expression for a while, and then showed a little sharpness, "Listen, you are impulsive. What is the difference between what you did today and me? Marriage is not a child's play, you..."

"Who are you?" Ji Yanzhou interrupted his unfinished words, and his lazy brows fell.

Shen Heqing just introduced: "I'm listening to my friend Shen Heqing. We grew up together since we were young. Our relationship..."

"How's the relationship, what's the matter with me?"

He interrupted again, but with a familiar wavering tone, he pulled Song Wenting closer.

The tone of his voice was comparable to the cool breeze in the night, and he pierced his heart, "I only know that my wife has no chance to criticize anyone, including your childhood sweetheart."

The heart is like being roasted in a frying pan, and the loneliness caused by his words "what's the matter with me" is cured by "my wife" later.

Perhaps his original intention was that she should be protected by him as she bears the title of "Mrs. Ji".

Song Wenting carried that heart, followed Ji Yanzhou's long legs, and quickly left Shen Heqing behind. The two got into the car immediately, and Zhou Chen got off the front seat upon hearing the sound.

The door closed with a "bang", but Ji Yanzhou didn't get in the car. He left a sentence: "Smoke a cigarette."

He swiped out a missed call and dialed it.

In the rearview mirror, you can see the scarlet red on his fingertips and the vigorous strength of the half of his arm holding the phone.

The inside of the car was sealed so well that couldn't hear what he was saying.

Only to see that at the end of hanging up the phone, his Junyi's face fell a little dejected.

Soon, the car door was opened again, and he came over with a cold breath, smelling of cigarettes.

Song Wenting frowned lightly, and moved along her body to the door. She never liked the smell of smoke.

Ji Yanzhou once did not smoke.

I don't know when he got into the habit.

This slight movement still didn't escape his sight, and his eyes were tightly wrapped around her: "What? Can't you smell it?"

Holding the skirt lightly, Song Wenting wanted to deny it, but he nodded in obedience to his heart: "Well, I don't like it very much."

The words fell, but there was an inexplicable humming: "Then what do you like?"

He was originally sneering, but soon, the tall figure seemed to have some emotion, and directly pressed him. The very faint smell of smoke lingered on the tip of his nose and penetrated into his chest forcefully.

"Like a hypocrite with a clean look?" His deep eyes stared at her for a moment, like an airtight net, covering her breathless, he continued talking, but like a lunatic In a demon-like tone, "But it's a pity, you are my wife now."

Song Wenting was surrounded by him in a small world. He deliberately pinched her wrist and rubbed her lightly, but there were turbulent undercurrents hidden in his restrained actions. Song Wenting couldn't move his inexplicable emotions.

Song Wenting didn't understand what he said.

In heart, thought that he suddenly did this because of the phone call just now?

Song Wenting huddled in a corner, quite like a rabbit. Ji Yanzhou suppressed the dryness in her eyes, and the other hand raised the stall, but she subconsciously ducked back, the whole person was afraid of him in front of him.

The black ink-like eyes silently dimmed a little again, and Ji Yanzhou deliberately moved closer.

As she got closer, the smoky smell just now took the opportunity to enter the tip of her nose, and she subconsciously coughed a few times.

"Mr. Song, I only smoked half of it." Ji Yanzhou tilted his head slightly, his eyes burned on the lips that were in front of her, and his hoarse voice fell, "I can't stand it anymore?"

Song Wenting frowned, choked by the smell of smoke, and couldn't stop coughing.

But Ji Yanzhou's black eyes still stared at her without moving.

However, she politely raised her hand to cover half of her cheek, hid her rosy lips, and continued to cough, trembling gently under his eyelids, each sound as if it was about to hit his heart.

Finally, when she coughed again, he tutted irritably, then quickly pulled the distance between the two, followed by his cold voice: "Zhou Chen, open the window."

Soon, the night wind flowed in, and Song Wenting let go of his hand.

It wasn't until regained senses that went to see the man who said cruel words just now, why is he so far away from her now.

Before Song Wenting could think of a reason, the car stopped steadily at Ji's villa.

At this moment, she remembered something later, and grabbed the arm of the man who was about to get out of the car: "I didn't prepare a present."

There was a little panic in the clear eyes, and he looked nervous.

The irritability of the journey just now dissipated a little, Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and looked at the knuckles that were pulling at his cuffs.

"You're not a gift." His voice fell, and he led her out of the car.

Then he directly took her hand and put it on his half-bent arm, and the two walked towards the house.

Grandma Ji was the first to greet her. She could not hide her joy with her elegant temperament, and hurriedly walked up from the entrance to lead Song Wenting.

"Listen, here we come."

Song Wenting was flattered and stepped forward to support the old man.

"It's getting cold outside, why are you wearing so little?" The old man's caring words followed, and Song Wenting responded warmly, "I've been in the car, it's not cold."

Her calm face, stunning and impactful appearance is neutralized by her warm personality. A college roommate once said that she has a quiet temperament in her body.

The appearance of talking to grandma in a low voice now makes this temperament more and more broken.

Ji Yanzhou followed them casually. When the middle-aged woman approached, he walked over to Song Wenting in time and introduced, "My sister's mother."

Xu Zhiya put on a smiling face and greeted her: "I'm Yan Zhou's stepmother. You can call me like her, just Aunt Ya."

His eyes fell on the gentle and beautiful face of the woman opposite. Even if the years left some traces, it did not hide the beauty of his youth.

"Hello, Auntie Ya." Song Wenting greeted politely.

"Zhi Ya, hurry up and call Xian Rong." Grandma Ji murmured slightly, "The daughter-in-law has entered the door, and he hasn't come home yet."

Xu Zhiya responded, arranged for her aunt to prepare dinner, and went to the garden to make a phone call.

"..."

It seems that Ji Yanzhou is right, they seem to know that they are married.

"My son has always been a workaholic. In addition, I have been busy recently, so I didn't come back late on purpose."

Song Wenting was shocked, but she didn't expect Grandma Ji to be willing to explain to her.

Ji Yanzhou picked up the words casually: "He probably did it on purpose."

His tone seemed to contain some obscure emotion, and Song Wenting instantly caught the look.

Grandma Ji also blamed him a few words along the way, but her eyes and tone were full of doting.

"And your brother who forgot about this family after getting married." Grandma Ji, "Did you call him too?"

After receiving Ji Yanzhou's response, Grandma Ji turned to Song Wenting and whispered apologetically, "It's my fault for notifying them late, they don't know what they are up to."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden knock at the door.

A slender and beautiful figure came into her eyes, and she complained subconsciously as soon as she entered the door: "This rain will fall as soon as it is said."

After speaking, when he saw the man in the living room clearly, his tone was pleasantly surprised: "Brother Yanzhou."

However, before the footsteps had taken a few steps, the beautiful face of the woman sitting beside the man came into view, and the smile on her lips immediately faded away.

Song Wenting saw the end of her eyes and the expression she wanted to laugh but couldn't, and naturally saw the back of the man walking over.

She pinched the tender flesh of her palm with her fingertips, but she couldn't laugh.

Ji Yanzhou walked in front of Xu Xinning, he turned his back to her, Song Wenting couldn't see Ji Yanzhou's expression, but heard his voice, no longer teasing and wanton, but serious, he asked: "Why don't you ask me? Cancel the contract directly?"

He questioned him as soon as he came, but Xu Xinning didn't have time to respond.

She opened her lips and murmured, "I...I just don't want to see Cheng Dong."

This was the second time she mentioned Cheng Dong, Ji Yanzhou frowned, suddenly had some guesses, and then let her go.

The phone vibrated at the right time, and Ji Yanzhou didn't bother with the matter anymore, he strode his long legs and went outside directly.

Leaving Song Wenting alone on the sofa, facing Xu Xinning's naked, naked, naked eyes, she approached, and no one spoke first.

Until Grandma Ji introduced: "Xin Ning, this is Song Wenting."

Xu Xinning came back to her senses, smiled and said, "Grandma, I know, this is my high school junior." She paused and continued, "It can also be considered my college junior before going abroad."

Xu Xinning was a year older than Song Wenting, and she went to the same high school, and the university would have been the same, but Xu Xinning went abroad at the end of her sophomore year.

Now that she mentioned this matter, Song Wenting still called her as before: "Senior sister."

Xu Xinning sat on the single sofa, crossed her slender legs, and looked like a hostess. She stared at her without responding.

Grandma Ji interrupted suddenly, and corrected Song Wenting softly: "Listen, how can you call her senior sister. She is Yan Zhou's younger sister, so she should follow Yan Zhou and call her younger sister."

Xu Xinning: "?"

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Ji Yanzhou: I'm jealous, but I won't say it!