There was a sound of someone closing the door behind him, and Song Wenting frowned in frustration.

His words "go home" made her speechless, and she couldn't refuse, and it was impossible for her to refuse.

In the closed and dark space, there was nowhere to escape under the pressure of various emotions. The man's extremely aggressive eyes seemed to fall on her back, straight and unconcealed.

Song Wenting held his breath for a moment, and finally turned around, only to remember that there were no slippers he could wear at home.

"There's nothing here for you to use." This sentence somehow seemed like some kind of rejection.

"Oh." Ji Yanzhou stood in the small space at the entrance, and it seemed that the figure was taller, "Zhou Chen will send it over immediately."

Song Wenting raised his eyes in surprise, and now he understands, this person has already made an abacus.

As he said that his mobile phone began to vibrate, Zhou Chen's footsteps rang at the stairs at the right time, and when he hung up the phone, Zhou Chen had already stood at the door with a large bag of things in his hand.

Zhou Chen smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, I have sent you everything you can use."

There was unconcerned pride in his words.

Ji Yanzhou turned his attention to her, staring at her with surprisingly bright eyes, like the twinkling stars in the middle of the night, trembling lightly in those eyes, he asked her for her opinion: "Mr. Song, can you come in?"

After speaking, he added: "I drank a lot of wine tonight, and I am not very comfortable."

The slender knuckles squeezed the eyebrows, and the light in the eyes dimmed at the right time.

Inexplicably, remembered what Ji Shiyu said, he was unattended when he was sick, and he looked pitiful.

When his heart softened, he let Zhou Chen in.

He quickly put his things away, and said goodbye quickly.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back and say something meaningful: "Mr. Ji, Mrs. Ji, happy wedding!"

As soon as the person left, Song Wenting became nervous. In the past, he lived with his grandmother until the last one, and he never felt that the house was small. Now that the tall man is here, it seems that this two-bedroom, one-bedroom house is becoming more and more cramped.

Not to mention, he is wearing a suit, and his noble temperament is even more incompatible with this place.

Ji Yanzhou didn't think so much. He changed his shoes at the entrance, and then received a call from work. He simply came to the balcony and leaned halfway against the guardrail to talk on the phone, looking casually lazy.

He didn't feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of nervousness and caution about being in the same room with her. It was naturally like being at his own home.

The quiet voice wafted into his ears, and the more Song Wenting listened to it, the more he felt his heart block.

She ignored him and went directly into the room to get her clothes and take a shower.

Warm water vapor permeated the whole body, dissipating the tiredness and depression of today. She knew it clearly, she knew that they got married just because she was suitable, or maybe it was the illusion that the cooperation at the beginning brought him. She is stupid and soft, and she doesn't cry or make trouble, so there is no pressure to cooperate.

Slowly sinking, Song Wenting remembered Ji Yanzhou and Xu Xinning in high school.

They often go to and from school together. The two figures are sometimes one after the other, sometimes side by side. The girl's smart voice is always happy, and Ji Yanzhou is also good-natured and will answer any questions. Rumors say that Xu Xinning is Ji Yanzhou's half-sister. Talking and laughing maliciously, what is not the case of brothers and sisters is that.

Song Wenting has been following their figures in invisible places, and has met Ji Yanzhou several times.

As he played, Song Wenting cheered him on as a cheerleader, eventually passing water to him.

The boy's hot breath pressed Song Wenting down, and he didn't dare to glance at him, but out of the corner of the eye, he could see that he was holding the bottle of water she handed her with one hand, and the white neck was caused by the movement of his head. There was exclamation, the clear Adam's apple slid up and down, and Song Wenting's mouth became dry in an instant.

He said to her that day, "Thank you."

And then later, in the school library.

Because of her unsatisfactory math performance, she made up her mind to use the noon time to study.

They just had a preliminary test that day, and she got the lowest score ever.

After correcting the wrong question by myself, I took out a similar test paper and started to do it.

The desk was full of things, including the study notes brought to her by Shen Heqing, who was studying in the private high school next door.

They were in the same class, and Shen Heqing had good grades.

She only saw Ji Yanzhou sitting next to her after finishing the paper. They were only a table apart, never been closer.

I don't know when he took his seat. He was wearing an ordinary blue and white school uniform, with black hair like ink, but he was extraordinarily good-looking. He was sitting casually, with his long legs stretched almost to the front row, holding a book and reading, his eyes focused as if he didn't see her.

Song Wenting glanced back and hurriedly looked away, but his heart was pounding like a rabbit in his heart.

But she still forced herself to turn her attention to the paper. After checking the answers, the red crosses all over the screen made her lose face.

With two taps of "dong dong", Song Wenting raised his eyes in confusion, the depression in his cool eyes has not dissipated, and he fell straight into the pair of peach blossom eyes.

She heard him ask, "Can I borrow a pen?"

The voice is as casual and careless as anyone else, as if it doesn't matter if she borrows it or not.

Song Wenting looked around subconsciously. There were very few people in the library at noon, and they were the only two at the table they sat.

Her fair little face came into view again, and now she was willing to take out a gel pen from the pencil case and hand it to him.

The greenish-white jade hand that stretched out was the same as when he was handing him water, and there was a crystal clear pink bracelet on the slender wrist.

He leaned over slightly, took the pen from her hand lightly, and said a familiar "thank you".

Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes and shook his head.

Within a few seconds, she heard him sneer softly.

Looking back for some unknown reason, he happened to see that under his eyelids was the paper of her preliminary exam in the morning, which was filled with corrected answers with red pens. Bright.

Song Wenting blushed suddenly, there were too many things on the table, and they had already piled up on his side.

She reacted greatly and immediately got up to clean up.

That paper is like a dividing line, there should be a clear distinction between those who get full marks every time and those who only pass.

"Is it so difficult?" Song Wenting heard him ask in the rustling sound.

Under such circumstances, this sentence is actually a bit of a mockery.

Holding a breath, Song Wenting did not respond with a pale face.

"Why don't seniors tell you something?" He seemed to be really bored, and while speaking, he moved to the table next to her.

Senior? Song Wenting was stunned. He remembered their first meeting, so did he recognize her?

The little face returned to a little rosy, Song Wenting sat down, and was about to speak, suddenly a figure sat across from him, with a pure and beautiful face, and a smile, holding an exercise book in her hand, looking straight at Ji Yanzhou: "Brother Yanzhou, you have been waiting for a long time."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Wenting again, and Xu Xinning smiled and said, "Ah, you are the junior girl who played the guqin at the art festival, right?" She turned her eyes around the two of them, "Are you... talking about the topic? "

With a burning face, covering the embarrassment of being seen through, Song Wenting immediately sank his eyes: "No, I have notes, I don't need others to tell."

The tone is really cool. Someone has made fun of Song Wenting before. When he doesn't laugh, it's so cold that it's almost cold-blooded.

She noticed that Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on her, and then fell on the notebook she was holding. On the pure white cover was written "Study Notes" in large characters, and the line below was "-TO listen." Next to it was written herself The name "Shen Heqing."

Song Wenting couldn't remember how they walked afterward, but only remembered the two figures walking far side by side.

She endured the sore nose, and really felt the intimacy between the two of them.

Later, she heard the conversation between Ji Yanzhou and others in the sports equipment room. Some boys teased him and Xu Xinning: "Hey, you two really live together?"

Ji Yanzhou: "Ang."

"Okay, Brother Yan is a good move, love will grow after a long time."

He lowered his voice and replied, "Go away."

Later, someone talked about the good-looking girls in school, and she naturally became the subject of chatting. Some people compared her with Xu Xinning, saying that she was beautiful because she was beautiful, but she was too lofty, and never took any boy seriously.

Someone laughed along: "Everyone who studies art has a bit of nobility in his bones."

Some people have malicious intentions: "Hey, do you like this kind of thing?"

Like it or not, she is so high-minded.

This kind of boy who gossips behind his back, Song Wenting doesn't like it, and he will stay away with a cold eye.

Just before leaving, I heard someone ask: "Where is Brother Yan, do you like it?"

She paused slightly, and then heard the boy's irritated tone: "I like a fart. Don't bother."

Some people laughed loudly, and some continued to taunt: "Brother Yan only likes the little sister at home, so don't mention other girls in front of him."

Song Wenting heard that this person was Chen Qiyang from Ji Yanzhou's class. He was always by his side. The two grew up together. They were iron brothers. What they said was naturally believable.

There was a sore and tingling pain in my heart, and a little moisture gathered in the corners of my eyes at the right time.

"Bang bang" a slight knock on the door pulled Song Wenting back into his thoughts.

Ji Yanzhou's deep voice came from outside the door: "Song Wenting."

The voice coincided with the one in memory, Song Wenting bit his lip, but did not respond.

Soon the knock on the door disappeared, Song Wenting slowly put on his clothes, pulled out his phone and chatted with Yue Yao for ten minutes, and then deliberately lingered in the room for a while before opening the door.

Unexpectedly, just as the door was opened, a force suddenly came from her wrist, pushing her back into the room again.

With a slight "bang", she was directly pushed against the door panel, and a warm feeling came from her back at the right time, her palms were burning and her back was hot.

That line of sight just looked at her steadfastly, and the light in the pupils became more and more clear, like a fierce wolf dog, but not so cruel.

Holding a certain distance against her figure, the hand holding her wrist didn't use much force, not to mention the big palm that was placed behind his back to prevent him from bumping into pain.

This inadvertent gentleness made Song Wenting go soft.

"Ji Yanzhou, let go, okay?" She called him softly, "I'll make your bed."

okay? And so polite.

The mood in his eyes darkened a little bit, Ji Yanzhou almost couldn't help bullying him, but he was defeated step by step in the eyes of the woman.

He still didn't move, Song Wenting finally frowned, she struggled.

"Don't move." The man's low and hoarse voice fell, but the handsome face leaned over directly. Before she could react, the palpitating breath already fell on her neck, causing a moment of trembling.

"Wait for me to slow down."

Song Wenting didn't dare to move anymore, the man's shoulders and back were slightly bent, his head leaned up slightly, and buried in her soft and pleasant neck. It was a gesture of intersection of the head and neck, so intimate that his soft hair touched her cheek, causing a slight itchy. The skin that was brushed against by his breath was hot and hot.

She froze halfway and endured for a while before finally saying, "You... are you drunk?"

When the words fell, the restless head moved around her neck, and then a low "um" overflowed.

Fingertips pinched the palm of his hand, and his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his chest. Song Wenting felt that he was a fish stranded under the sun at the moment, and he could not bear it.

After a while, Song Wenting couldn't tell how much time had passed in his mind.

She asked softly, "Is it better?"

Hearing this, the man still didn't get up, and even had to take an inch, the hand behind her pushed her directly into his arms. A real hug, her soft figure was tightly embedded in his broad embrace.

Before she could react, he said again, "Don't make the bed, let's sleep together tonight, okay?"