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Chapter 24 Hidden Dreams
The next day, Song Wenting got up late, and when he woke up, the bed beside him was already cold.
She entered the bathroom, and there was nowhere to escape what was reflected in the translucent mirror. The broken skin on the bright red lips made her eyes tremble. At the end of the kiss last night, the man viciously nibbled on her lips. After that, it ended with satisfaction, and then stared at her with burning eyes. Song Wenting was a little scared, and went directly to take a shower.
Thankfully, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
After taking a slow breath, Song Wenting put on light makeup and put on the lipstick until the scars could not be seen.
The real estate certificate he sent last night was still on the table in the living room, and only her name was written on it, as he promised her at the beginning, Song Wenting knew how much the house was worth, and she had to wait for a while , in order to pay off.
The steamer in the kitchen was still steaming, and there were still porridge and her favorite steamed dumplings inside. Song Wenting smiled brightly, and the ring on his knuckles stretched into his sight, and the smile deepened .
Take an online car-hailing ride to the BCD building in the city center, where Yue Yao's "Under the Dark Skirt" comic book signing will be held.
Song Wenting followed the address sent by Yue Yao, all the way up to the eighth floor.
There is a huge propaganda stand at the entrance of the hall, and the inner pages of the book are placed on the table at the entrance, creating a frightening atmosphere. The crowd lined up in turn has a comic book, and the exaggerated blood on the cover comes into view.
Song Wenting saw Yue Yao sitting directly in front of him at a glance.
She wore a mask and a hat, and surrounded herself tightly, not to mention the black clothes and black trousers she was wearing, no one would have guessed that she was really a sweet and cool girl with a juvenile appearance.
Song Wenting took out the books from the bag, lined up obediently, and moved with the crowd.
After a short rest, Yue Yao's message came: [You haven't come yet? 】
Song Wenting looked forward, she was no longer on the chair, and she was going to the bathroom after listening to the gossip of the crowd.
[Come on, line up here and wait for Yue Xian to sign for me. 】
Yuexian is Yue Yao's pen name.
Yue Yao didn't give any face at all, her tone was full of yin and yang: [I dare not let you line up, Mrs. Ji! 】
【…】
Song Wenting: [Don't be angry, I'll buy you a bag later, okay? 】
Yue Yao: [Can you send me away with just one bag? 】
Song Wenting: [Those two? 】
Yue Yao: [deal. 】
Yue Yao in front of the blue cloth table returned, the crowd continued to move, and some people began to murmur about the plot: "How come this comic of Yuexian is so different from the previous style?"
"That's right, didn't you say that you only paint the ancient style, but this time you actually switched to the modern style."
"It's true that the level has dropped a bit this time, unlike the previous book "Death of Drugs"."
"People who come here today will know that apart from the real diehard fans, not many people watch this manga."
"I think this comic is very good. The plot design is quite suspenseful. I didn't see the end. I didn't know that Zhao Gang was the last big boss, and the style of writing has not changed. You can see her Weibo. Her modern style is just that."
"I also think it looks good. No one pays attention to it. The main reason is that the burning music culture has not been publicized."
"The most important thing is that this manga is adapted from the real story by Yuexian. What does it mean to know the real story?"
"Ah. Really?"
"It was said before the final draft, and it was only at the request of the publisher that it was not printed on the pages of the book, but everyone in the circle knew that the story was true, and it was her friend's personal experience."
Some people began to exclaim, the voices became increasingly noisy, and the crowd began to discuss the plot involuntarily: "Is there really a bastard like Zhao Gang in reality?"
Some girls mocked: "There are still few high-sounding people. Not to mention that he is a professor from a well-known university, even a team leader of a small company can breed such a dark, rich and powerful corner. These things are rare."
After a short silence, someone said, "But you know that the most disgusting person here is not Zhao Gang, nor the senior Wang Yuan, but Yao Qing who intends to push Wen Ai into the abyss in order to get Wang Yuan's deformed love. ."
"Yao Qing?"
Suddenly, Yue Yao shouted in shock from the front, Xu is this name with a similar tone, which made everyone's eyes look over.
I saw Yue Yao holding this comic book and scrutinizing the thin and thin girl in front of her. She was also dressed in black and wore a light blue mask, only revealing a pair of slender eyes, and she stared at her without any timidity. Yue Yao shook her head: "My name is Yao Qing, 'Qing' for sunny days, not 'light' for seriousness."
Yue Yao raised her eyes and glanced at Song Wenting, who was behind her, before writing her name on the cover of the book, with a slightly meaningful tone: "Ah, sorry, your name is too similar to the voyeur in my book, I made a mistake."
There was a little laughter from the crowd close by.
This movement still aroused Song Wenting's reaction. The moment she stretched her neck to look forward, the slender figure had returned and walked towards her.
Even though she was thinner than her freshman year, Song Wenting recognized her with just one look at those eyes.
Yao Qing approached and stopped in front of Song Wenting. Her voice was inaudible in the mask, but Song Wenting still heard her say, "Let's talk?"
The cafe closest to the building was full of people, but during work, there were very few people who had time to sit down and have a drink, so they left a slightly secluded table on their side.
The two sat opposite each other, and she took off the mask on her face, revealing her long, pointed chin.
She looks a little strange. Because of a car accident, she had surgery on her chin and moved her chin, and there is a long scar on it.
In fact, they have been together for less than a year.
During that year, she was always the one who spoke less than her in the dormitory, did not participate in any dormitory parties they held, and spent all day either in the piano room or on her way to seminars.
She is always quiet, but polite and clean. She is a roommate who is worry-free and easy to get along with. They are very kind to her. They will share snacks with her and help her occupy a place in big classes. Feed the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.
"Looks like you've been doing pretty well these past few years." She raised her eyes and looked over, a hint of sarcasm on the corners of her lips.
"I promised you to come out and have a chat. I just want to ask one thing." Song Wenting ignored the emotion she showed, and she continued to ask, "Who made you drop out of school? And who made you admit it to me? "
Yao Qing tugged at the white clothes she washed and sneered: "It's my conscience, can't I?"
"Impossible." Five years ago, Song Wenting might have believed that she really had a conscience and didn't sell her out at the last moment, but now she can't still think so, "Why, he gave you a lot of benefits? keep you silent."
"Bitch." She suddenly stared at her viciously, her dry lips trembling, and tears fell on the table, "You're such a seductive slut, do you still blame me for spying on you? That night , Senior Wang has already read you, what are you still pretending to be? You are looking for someone to help you, right? You think you are worthy of him when you find it? A bitch who knows how many times she's been cheated by Professor Zhao!"
Her eyes were covered with red threads, as if she was going to be eaten alive.
It was the first time that Song Wenting faced such malice in a girl's mouth.
She picked up the coffee on the table and threw it away, Yao Qing screamed like crazy, and then wanted to take her own cup of coffee, but Song Wenting took the first step to get it, and she covered it with her backhand, and followed her hair with enthusiasm. Silk was left behind, and the woman was instantly embarrassed.
Her voice was bone-chilling: "I'll ask you one last time, who is the one who helped me?"
Yao Qing was also suddenly discouraged, slumped on the chair, and sneered at her like this: "If you didn't have him before, you thought you would still be here? I don't know which high official's bed you were thrown on. Can you continue to be that spotless 'little Bodhisattva' now? Did you know that Senior Wang has come out, and see how he wants to kill you now."
She continued: "He ruined my house, and I had to go to the county seat. If I stayed for five years, he would not die."
The hatred in her eyes made Song Wenting's heart skip a beat: "The most miserable people are still alive."
Knowing that there would be nothing more to ask, Song Wenting gave up trying to waste any more time with her.
"Make a deal." She suddenly called out to her, "Find me a job, and I'll tell you."
Song Wenting stopped, looking back with cold eyes: "Suddenly I don't want to know that much anymore."
Yao Qing frowned, got up and went around to her: "Do you know who he is? Senior Wang killed him like an ant. You didn't feel bad when he helped you back then?"
Song Wenting's thoughts were racing, what Yao Qing said was a lie, she had such a great ability to drop her out of school and let her "destroy her family", she must not be an ordinary person, so her words were intentional.
"Do you know what Senior Wang told me back then?" Song Wenting was not so anxious. She turned around slowly and stared at Yao Qing's wet hair, "She said you were cute, but..."
"What is it?"
It was easy to stir up her emotions, Song Wenting smiled lightly: "It's just that you don't like to listen to others, he just wants you to only listen to him, who knows, you dropped out of school without saying a word, and he was punished for this matter." Keeping it in the dark, do you think he is angry?"
Yao Qing suddenly panicked, she trembled her lips, suppressed her voice and cursed: "If Ji Yanzhou didn't threaten me with my parents, I would fucking listen to him..."
She stopped raising land as she spoke, and then said unwillingly: "Even if you know, so what? He has been abroad for many years, and he must have settled abroad long ago and has a wife. Can you still fly abroad and use this picture of yours?" There is still a bit of beauty..."
Song Wenting didn't want to listen any more, so he left a sentence: "Aren't you online?" and went straight out.
It's too easy to tell her what to say. After witnessing her deformed love for Wang Zhiheng, found her weakness, which is also her least smart place.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, Yue Yao chased after her, followed by several men with work cards.
"Tingbao, are you okay?"
Her black gemstone eyes looked her up and down worriedly, and after making sure she was okay, she let go of her hanging heart.
"Just now I accidentally spilled two cups of coffee, you can ask your people to help me pay some cleaning fees."
Her tone was extremely innocent, but Yue Yao didn't believe that she accidentally spilled the coffee.
Thinking of a possibility, she raised her red lips hidden behind the mask: "Our Tingbao's hands are not burned, are they?"
"No."
Yue Yao continued: "That lunatic is the voyeur Yao Qing I described?"
Song Wenting nodded slightly.
Yue Yao: "So she looks like this? It seems that reality is more disgusting than a paper man."
Exhaling a breath, Song Wenting's heart was inexplicably as if a big rock was crushed, and she couldn't breathe. She asked Yue Yao for help: "Do you know what I thought when I agreed with you to make this into a cartoon?" ?”
"It's not to find the person who helped you countless times behind the scenes in this matter, but also to remind girls who are also in prison to be vigilant." Yue Yao responded along.
"Hmm." Song Wenting looked aggrieved, as if she was about to cry, she continued with a trembling voice, "It's not that I didn't think that that person was him, but he always regarded me as a partner, and the person he wanted to help also It's not me, so I didn't think much about it."
Yue Yao frowned, as if thinking of something: "You mean Ji Yanzhou?"
Song Wenting nodded.
Yue Yao tentatively asked: "Then he helped other people and helped you at the same time?"
It made sense for the one he loved, and it also made sense for justice and kindness in his bones, but no matter which one, he had truly helped her in secret during those difficult times.
The phone rang at the right time, and the phone number jumping on the screen made Song Wenting feel mixed.
In the last few seconds, she still picked it up: "Listen to Zhou Chen, are you down there?"
under?
She looked up subconsciously. This coffee shop was familiar, as was the CBD opposite, and Heming Entertainment next to it.
"Um."
"Then come up and sit for a while?" He added in time after finishing speaking, "Wait for me to have lunch together."
Song Wenting couldn't refuse and could only say goodbye to Yue Yao and enter the building.
No one stopped her, she took the elevator by memory and reached the twentieth floor. The moment he got out of the elevator, Zhou Chen came up to him.
"Mrs. Ji."
He shouted so skillfully, but Song Wenting couldn't get used to it.
"Zhou Chen?" She tentatively discussed, "Just call me by my name."
Eyes widened, Zhou Chen shook his head frequently, "Mr. Ji scolded."
Seeing his worried look, Song Wenting was no longer embarrassed.
She was directly brought into Ji Yanzhou's office. When she entered, she didn't expect that there were several men in suits with collars inside.
The tone seemed to be talking about work, and the name of "Qiao Ling" seemed to be vaguely heard. She stood at the door and went in and out.
But soon the man in the main seat looked over and motioned to her, "Come in and sit."
Song Wenting stopped fiddling, and sat down on the sofa as usual, quietly waiting for them to end.
During the period, Zhou Chen brought in a cup of tea.
It turned out to be the mulberry tea she likes, even the brand is the same, and this is the most popular tea in her family.
Subconsciously, he looked in Ji Yanzhou's direction.
He has a serious look on his face. He has a completely different feeling from being in front of her. He is a calm gentleman, and he can gently refute when he encounters different opinions. It seems that he respects these people in front of him.
After more than ten minutes, the conversation ended, and the tense atmosphere was broken by ridicule. Someone asked: "Recently, I heard that Mr. Ji got married. I think this is Mrs. Ji?"
Ji Yanzhou approached, took her hand affectionately, and introduced her one by one.
They were all uncles and elders from Ji's headquarters, Song Wenting responded with a smile, and calmly accepted the praise of "the talented man and the girl" in their mouths.
At the end of Ji Yanzhou's sentence "Please come to the wedding banquet at that time." At the end of the sentence, he became quiet.
As soon as the heavy carved door was closed, the figure beside him leaned forward.
He leaned down, his right hand was still holding her left, and his thumb was deliberately rubbing on the ring. As he got closer, he saw a hint of dark color on his blushing lips, and his eyebrows could not help but twist up, before Song Wenting could react. , the other hand had touched her lips and brushed it slightly, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
His eyes made Song Wenting a little overwhelmed, not to mention that she hadn't digested the news she had just received, so she wanted to ask a lot, so she immediately shook her head.
"Oh." He withdrew his hand, saw the pure color in her eyes, and a familiar smile climbed to the corner of her lips, "Then I will dare to bite next time."
"Why are you doing this?"
Unconsciously feeling the anger fell, Song Wenting blushed completely when he reacted.
As if in a good mood, Ji Yanzhou pulled her to the sofa and sat down, raising her eyebrows: "This is not the husband's right."
Knowing that he couldn't speak to him, Song Wenting simply didn't speak.
She was about to ask him about that year, when her wrist suddenly became cold. With her eyes down, Ji Yanzhou took out a bracelet from nowhere and brought it to her slender wrist.
She couldn't help shrinking, and took the man's big hand to imprison her slightly: "Don't move."
Soon the blue pearl and white jade bracelet was brought on, and he took off the pink diamond chain she had been wearing on her hand.
He put it on and looked at it carefully for a long time before he lifted his long eyelashes and looked over: "It looks better than before."
"Why give me this?" Song Wenting's heart was beating non-stop. The man who buckled the bracelet just now was very patient, with a focused side face, as if with extreme affection.
"Sorry last night." He looked serious, not as casual as before.
Seriously, Song Wenting can't help but think about it, is it because she is Mrs. Ji now, so he treats her like this?
At the beginning, it was because he helped Xu Xinning that he helped him by the way?
"No... it's okay."
Ji Yanzhou hooked the removed bracelet with his long fingers, and resumed a little wanton again. His expression relaxed and his tone was casual: "Then I will handle this?"
The pink diamond was given by Shen Heqing the year she lost her grandmother, and she still wanted to stay.
"I'll handle it myself."
His expression was very light, as if he asked casually: "Oh, so unforgettable, first love?"
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