The meal was nearly eight o'clock, and Shen Heqing wanted to take her to the research institute to look through ancient books, but Song Wenting wanted to go back.

The phone was out of power. She seemed to have forgotten the spare key to Ji Yanzhou's house. According to the situation yesterday, he should go to her house.

Shen Heqing glanced at her and smiled: "You can't be too eager when you finish speaking, you haven't improved at all."

Song Wenting was choked and stopped talking.

When she got off the bus, she said goodbye to Shen Heqing perfunctorily, and then hurried to the community.

The moment she entered the door, she looked back subconsciously, but there was no familiar car under the camphor tree.

The heartbeat slowed down at this moment.

There was disappointment in his eyes, and there was a hint of mockery on his lips. With her back straight, she stepped up the shabby stairs.

The voice-activated light on the sixth floor was broken and kept flickering on and off.

When he stepped on the last step at the corner, a long figure appeared in his eyes in the alternating light and dark. He stood under the light source, and the cold white skin was also warmed by the light, but staring at her His eyes were as cold as deep river. He leaned slightly against the wall, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and just looked around casually.

Song Wenting's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, he stopped there in a daze.

After a while, her heartbeat became unbalanced, resisting the inexplicable rush of sweetness, and stepped up the steps step by step.

"Did you wait a long time?"

she asked.

"Yeah." The man's hoarse voice didn't sound warm.

Song Wenting got closer, only to see a cigarette in his other hand, but she didn't smell any smoke.

Instead, a woody scent penetrated into the nostrils.

Song Wenting tightened his grip on the bag slightly, and explained seriously: "I'm sorry, my phone is out of battery, so I didn't have time to tell you what time it is."

The man stood up straighter, twisted the cigarette butt with his fingers, and stared at her with his black eyes to explain.

Subconsciously biting her lip, Song Wenting panicked. She had never had an intimate relationship with anyone as an adult, so she didn't know how to get along in such a strange relationship. She took the initiative to get close, she was afraid of causing trouble to him, Shen Heqing said to let her keep herself, but how could she do it, in front of her was a boy whose diary was full.

Seeing his still indifferent eyes, Song Wenting's eyes felt inexplicably hot, and when he spoke again, his tone was already tinged with tears: "Ji Yanzhou, I..."

Before he could say anything, a surprised male voice came from behind: "Listen, what's the matter?"

It was Shen Heqing who had just left. At this moment, he was standing under the steps below, looking like a clear breeze and bright moon, but he couldn't hide the genuine concern in his eyes.

Song Wenting immediately withdrew his emotions, shook his head and smiled at Shen Heqing who stepped forward: "It's okay."

Shen Heqing's eyes flickered from the clear face of the man in front of him, then settled on Song Wenting, and asked warmly, "Did he bully you?"

"No." Song Wenting recovered a little indifferently, she shook her head seriously, "We just met."

Shen Heqing gave her a thoughtful look, no longer tangled, and then handed over the things in her hand: "It just fell off my car."

Song Wenting lowered his head to pick it up, but before he could get it, the figure who had been motionless beside him suddenly drew closer and took the thing from his hand.

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand, held the object in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and by the light, Song Wenting saw clearly that it was a lipstick.

The opening of the bag was carrying today was a bit large, and may not know when it fell out of pocket.

"Thank you." Ji Yanzhou's lips curled into a smile, he didn't look at her at all, stared straight at Shen Heqing, and thanked him casually.

He still looked cold and casual.

But this lipstick is a very personal product after all, and for fear of causing misunderstanding, Song Wenting explained softly: "Shen Heqing, as a violin substitute, will enter the theater after a while. Tonight we talked about the creation of Guqin. It fell out of the bag."

"Afraid I misunderstood?" Those peach blossom eyes looked down, Song Wenting was stunned for a second, then heard his familiar tone, he chuckled, "But what to do, I seem to have misunderstood."

Song Wenting was stunned, and wanted to explain again, but Shen Heqing on the other side changed his gentle tone and sneered, "If you have such low trust in her, you shouldn't let her marry you."

Ji Yanzhou clenched the lipstick, raised his eyebrows slightly, and mocked: "Who should I marry, you?"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was getting worse, Song Wenting hurried out to smooth things over.

She smiled at Shen Heqing: "Shen Heqing, go back first."

Shen Heqing frowned slightly, wanted to say something but looked into Song Wenting's eyes, and gave up. Just leave one sentence: "Remember what I just told you." Leave.

As soon as he left, the air seemed to be suffocating.

Song Wenting glanced at Ji Yanzhou, took out the key and opened the door.

The coldness of the room invaded his eyes, Song Wenting changed his shoes and turned on the light, then turned around and asked the man behind him, "Have you eaten yet?"

He said "Yeah." The response was very light, and he didn't look at it. He went straight to the sofa and sat down, and then started to call Zhou Chen to ask her to send something.

Song Wenting obediently stood in front of him and didn't move. After she finished the phone call, she said softly: "You...was very rude just now."

She was talking about the sarcasm Ji Yanzhou said to Shen Heqing.

"Courtesy?" He took her words, but his tone was like the winter night wind, cold and cold, and then he didn't speak again.

Song Wenting stood there hesitating, and finally brought a cup of hot water and carefully handed it to him. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock from Zhou Chen at the door. Then he quickly handed something to Ji Yanzhou, and then disappeared. of disappearance.

Ji Yanzhou put down a gulp of hot water that he didn't drink, and put what was in his hand on the table. Including the lipstick he had been holding tightly.

"This is your real estate certificate." A thick stack of documents was placed on the table.

As soon as his heart moved, Song Wenting raised his eyes to look at Ji Yanzhou.

He stood up, looking like he was going to leave.

"Aren't you staying?"

She softly held her back, but the man walked straight to the door. Hearing the words, his footsteps didn't stop.

Song Wenting got up and followed closely behind him. He was obviously angry.

The moment the figure walked out of the door, Song Wenting grabbed the hem of his clothes, and being pulled by this small force, Ji Yanzhou was finally willing to look over.

With half a cigarette butt twisted at his fingertips, he looked down at the woman.

The hand that was holding the corner of his clothes was white and slender, because the fingertips turned white slightly. Not to mention, she was still looking up at that small and delicate face, and her eyes were even more helpless and clean when she looked at him, which easily aroused the desire to bully in her body.

Ji Yanzhou turned sideways, didn't speak, but took her left hand hanging by her side. Before Song Wenting could react, a sudden chill came from the tip of her ring finger.

Subconsciously lowered his eyes, it turned out to be a diamond ring.

"You..." The fingertips curled up unconsciously, and his eyes fell on the man's drooping eyelashes.

He was expressionless, but the hand that held her ring was still hot.

Ji Yanzhou didn't raise his eyes, his voice was silent, and replied to her last sentence: "Don't stay."

Song Wenting was brought back to her thoughts, the ring was frosted on her thumb, the size of the ring was just right, but she was still puzzled: "Why didn't you keep it?"

The expression and tone are really innocent, as if not staying is doing something to be sorry to her, even though he is the one who should be wronged.

Ji Yanzhou held back his temper, his dryness almost rushed up, and the wanton and inferiority in his bones also emerged, but he was finally suppressed.

She seemed to think that this sentence was too ambiguous, so she immediately looked for it: "Aren't we married?"

She was a little ashamed of herself, her white ears and cheeks were a little flushed, and her beautiful eyes signaled the ring he just gave her.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes became more and more obscure.

"Well, married." He continued, but there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

In an instant, Song Wenting felt that she was going too far. Frequent explanations and retention were not in her nature. She remembered Shen Heqing's words at the right time, whether he stays or not is freedom. To him, it was nothing more than a man's natural possessiveness.

"Sorry." The clenched fingertips loosened inexplicably, and a gentle smile hung on Song Wenting's face, "You go."

The loose corners of the clothes were wrinkled, and silence flowed around for a while. Just when Song Wenting turned around first, she grabbed her wrist with a big hand, and she was pulled to the man's chest. eyes.

The man leaned slightly closer, but his tone was full of ruffians. He curled the corners of his lips and asked, "Mr. Song, do you think I'm funny?"

Song Wenting stared at him in astonishment, trying not to understand why he said that until he continued: "Isn't it fun to be teased by you like a dog?"

"You..." Song Wenting's heart ached from the emotion in his eyes, and she asked back, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, his tone was low and stuffy, "It's funny to hear marriage from your mouth. On the second day of marriage, you go out to dinner with the person you like, what do you think of me? "

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, he suppressed his emotions, and pulled out a little smile: "The mourning dog who can't bark?"

"No..." There was a deep meaning in his eyes that Song Wenting had never seen before. Song Wenting's nose was sour, and the hand holding the corner of his clothes trembled uncontrollably. Song Wenting explained urgently, "Ji Yanzhou, I I don't know why you have such an idea, but Shen Heqing and I, he is just my friend, we grew up together, I never liked him."

Blame her for being too selfish, not thinking that she should explain and explain to each other after marriage, so that he misunderstood completely.

The emotion in Ji Yanzhou's eyes faded a little, his thin lips tightly pursed and his profile sternly tight, staring at her eyes tightly but dangerously darkening.

His gaze firmly grasped her, as if thinking of a lot of past events at once, Song Wenting, who was always cold, would show a girlish appearance in front of that man, lose his temper at him, and cry for him, which is also true. Count as "Didn't you like it?"

"Really don't like it?"

Song Wenting looked straight into his deep eyes: "Well, I don't like it."

Seeing the eagerness and seriousness in the woman's eyes, it seemed that her emotions were inexplicably smoothed out overnight.

I also realized that the indifference that I pretended to be tonight was so ridiculous.

"Sorry." He suddenly softened.

"It's okay." Song Wenting's heart dropped.

"But I'm still a bit..." The fingertips lightly rubbed the woman's slender knuckles, inexplicably a little bullying, he deliberately said: "I don't believe it."

His deep voice fell, and Song Wenting raised his eyes in astonishment.

The curled eyelashes trembled slightly, the strange emotion in the pure eyes appeared, and even the always cold face was a little pink.

"Then..." She bit her lip, her delicate brows furrowed, as if she had encountered a problem, "I'll call him and make it clear, okay?"

"No." Ji Yanzhou's sharp Adam's apple rolled, and his handsome face approached again and again until his forehead touched hers. He said lazily as always, "Kiss me and I'll believe it."

Song Wenting was stunned for a moment, not understanding the connection between the two.

She pursed her lips and drooped her eyelashes, but she couldn't help looking at the man's raised throat, slender neck, and the looming scene under the collarbone.

Her face instantly heated up, and she shook her head gently.

"Looks like Teacher Song is lying to me again." He continued to tempt him, his warm breath on his face, Song Wenting felt a little dizzy.

"No." Song Wenting blushed and didn't seriously think about the absurd logic of this matter.

Just being carried by him, he subconsciously looked at the lips that were close to Chi Chi.

"Then kiss me."

He continued to put the bait again, Song Wenting indulged in his pleasant voice, suppressing the thumping heartbeat, and took a half step forward.

The breath blended, like a hot, hot fireball. Song Wenting only felt that he was about to melt in his eyes, and finally his soft lips pressed against him.

She was too shy, her lips could barely touch his, she was about to retreat away.

But Ji Yanzhou didn't give her a chance to escape. He put his big palm on half of her face and pressed down with a strong kiss. Song Wenting didn't expect this to happen, and he would struggle subconsciously, and then the back of his head was firmly clasped, and the kiss went from shallow to deep.

Unlike the few-second kiss last night, this kiss was so violent that Song Wenting couldn't move at all. She protested slightly and made a squeak, but in exchange for the man's more fierce offensive.

In the midst of indulgence, he heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth."

The tip of her tongue was hooked, and he kept invading like a raging gale. Song Wenting had no chance of parrying, her feet seemed to be unable to support her, her body was soft and her big palms clasped her slender waist in time. , and then Wei Wei forced her body deeply into his arms, kissing her hard and sticky.

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Season Banquet Boat: Today is me from hell to heaven.