first love?

He didn't look like he was drinking, so why did he bring out his first love for no reason.

"no."

Looking at her fair and tender face, Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes: "Then what happened when you said you had someone you liked?"

Song Wenting didn't feel like she squeezed her skirt tightly, and her heart was in her throat, "When?"

He hooked the bracelet lazily with his long fingers, and leaned back on the sofa in a bit of a naughty manner. His black coat was opened, and his cold white and slender neck was slightly raised on the shirt inside, resembling the reckless appearance of a teenager in high school.

"Wait for me to think about it." He clicked his tongue, frowning as if he was really thinking hard, his brows and eyes loosened suddenly, and his peach blossom eyes flickered, "It's high school, you forgot?"

There was a difference of two grades between them. He was in the third year of high school when he was in the first year of high school, so the high school he said could only be the first year of high school.

She once said "Is there anyone you like?"

Thinking about it, there is indeed a vague memory in my mind. She is reserved, but her face is really eye-catching. Except for the occasional boys with ulterior motives in the class who come to ask questions, other students in the class will also show their presence in front of her. sense.

Yue Yao once joked: "Can they be more obvious, your grades, they still want to ask you?"

Song Wenting was also helpless. Even after she performed at the festival, she found that there were more eyes on her.

Just a week after the art festival, a sophomore in high school blocked her at the entrance of the corridor, struggling to say the words of confession.

What Song Wenting said specifically, Song Wenting forgot, but still remembered that she politely thanked him, and then came up with a once and for all method.

"I have someone I like."

The boy was obviously taken aback, and he didn't believe it: "Who is he?"

Song Wenting was stunned, and the name almost blurted out, but she was restrained by her reason: "It's not from our school."

But the boy was relentless: "If there is someone I like, it doesn't prevent me from chasing you."

"He also likes me, and we love each other." Song Wenting said gently, "So, senior, do you want to chase people who have boyfriends too?"

The palm of his hand was scratched by the soft finger pulp, Song Wenting pulled back his thoughts, and heard Ji Yanzhou's half-smiling tone: "Remember?"

"Did you hear that?"

"I happened to pass by there and went to play." He said with a snort, "Okay, if the little girl doesn't learn well, she will learn how to fall in love with other people at her age."

Song Wenting retorted: "No...no puppy love, it's a refusal."

There was a smile in his eyes: "So, if you have someone you like, it's also just an excuse?"

Song Wenting's heart tightened, and then he shook his head: "At the beginning, there was someone I liked, but it was not a mutual love."

There was a bit of bitterness on her lips, and the smile on Ji Yanzhou's lips disappeared immediately, and he lowered his eyebrows: "Since it's not Shen Heqing, who is it?"

who do you like

Song Wenting didn't dare to admit it in front of him no matter what, and simply avoided the seriousness: "Ji Yanzhou, don't mention the past, okay?"

Her small face was slightly heavy, and she obviously didn't want to touch it. After a while, he responded, "Okay."

Song Wenting was about to take back his bracelet when there was a sound of the door being pushed away, and then a familiar figure came into his eyes.

The visitor was wearing a short pink skirt, slightly curly hair and a shawl. Her delicate little face had a bright smile on her face. Her eyes paused for a second on the two figures on the sofa, and then she faintly moved from Song Wenting's wrist. Looking back, he landed on Ji Yanzhou.

"Brother Yan Zhou, do you want to eat together?"

Ji Yanzhou put the chain in his hand into Song Wenting's palm, and the warm touch left him as soon as he touched it.

His face had returned to the familiar indifference, and he reminded in a low voice, "Why didn't you say hello?"

Speaking of Song Wenting.

Xu Xinning in front of her heard the words, her expression did not change, she still smiled and said, "Hello, sister-in-law."

Her eyes fell on Song Wenting, and her upright figure became more and more astonishing against that face, not to mention her always indifferent temperament, even if she was sitting, she couldn't hide her aloof appearance. A bit of malice flashed in Xu Xinning's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

What Song Wenting thought at the moment was, why is she here? And greet her with a polite look?

Soon Ji Yanzhou pulled her up and explained, "The company's newly signed artist."

Song Wenting's heart sank, and she broke away slightly from the man holding her hand: "I won't go, Yue Yao is still waiting for me below."

With a polite smile on her lips, she is more like a well-educated lady, gentle and generous.

But she didn't have time to break free, Ji Yanzhou pulled her close, leaned slightly and leaned closer to her ear: "Really not together?"

His hoarse and low voice made Song Wenting's heart tingle instantly, but she still quietly refused: "No."

Ji Yanzhou stared at her with black eyes, as if countless obscure emotions had gathered, but in the end they faded and he let go.

It happened that the phone in the bag rang, Song Wenting took this opportunity to escape from the office and went straight to the elevator.

On the phone, Yue Yao's voice was aggrieved: "Tingbao, I'm done here, you agreed to go shopping with me?"

"Well, here we come."

Song Wenting's somewhat embarrassed look was reflected in the bright light of the elevator.

Organize your emotions and join Yue Yao.

The two planned to go to a private restaurant by the canal for dinner, and after eating, they went shopping there, also known as the shopping center.

"What's the matter? You look unhappy?"

Song Wenting shook his head: "It's just that Yao Qing broke the mood."

After taking off her mask, Yue Yao looked worried: "What did she say to you?"

Biting some tomatoes, Song Wenting still briefly talked about the conversation between the two, Yue Yao scolded again angrily, and then comforted her: "Tingbao, you are also a victim of what happened back then, so you should not die. It's them, don't take it to heart."

With long eyelashes hanging down, Song Wenting wanted to laugh, but laughing was uglier than crying: "Yao Yao, since I was a child, my mother scolded me for not dying with my father. In the small alley where I used to live, many people scolded her. , and scolded me together. She looks like a seductive fairy. She should be reviled by others, and she should be scorned by others. Later, when I entered the university, my roommates, seniors and teachers still had the same eyes, seeing me as weak. It's easy to bully. However, I'm just obediently and seriously studying, is there anything wrong?"

Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was about to drop into the dust.

Yue Yao felt uncomfortable, knowing that Yao Qing's appearance today made her fall into bad memories.

She could only comfort and accompany her silently.

"So, I have always admired Ji Yanzhou when I was studying. How can someone live so unrestrainedly, without fear of anyone's opinion, and without anyone in the eye." Song Wenting hadn't spoken to his heart for a long time, Just like Teacher Gu often taught her, be open and don't keep everything in your heart, but it's hard for her to change, and it's really hard to open up now, but she still insists on finishing, "So, you asked me that day" I thought I liked him', well, I've liked him since the first year of high school, until now. Although I know that his marriage to me is not pure, but I..." The soft words were filled with tears, "I still I can't control it. It still hurts to see him with Xu Xinning."

Opposite Yue Yao, after listening to her self-analysis, she was so shocked that she was speechless.

With a bit of wetness, she hurriedly took her into her arms and pulled Song Wenting out the door.

Here, Xu Xinning asked with confusion: "What's wrong with my sister-in-law? Why don't you want to eat with us?"

Ji Yanzhou didn't respond, he reached out to touch the phone in his pocket, and replied a few messages as usual, before he stepped out of the room first.

As soon as he went out, he met He Junlang. He was so excited that he frequently looked into the office through them: "Where's my sister-in-law? Where is it?"

His excited expression was killed by Ji Yanzhou's stern eyes, and his face collapsed: "You can't, hide it so tightly."

"I can't eat anymore."

After He Junlang was sure that there was no one else in the office, he had to accept his fate to keep up.

He shook his jacket and gloated: "how does it look, sister-in-law doesn't want to care about your feelings."

Ji Yanzhou laughed, his long legs did not stop for a moment, and his profile was as sharp as a knife. He walked fast, and Zhou Chen followed behind him step by step.

Leaving the two of them far behind, Xu Xinning wanted to follow, but He Junlang pulled him back: "I didn't see your brother in a bad mood, don't hit the gun."

Xu Xinning pouted: "Then will he have dinner with us?"

He Junlang smiled: "Don't worry about him, you won't starve to death. Brother He will take you to the cafeteria to eat at noon today, and bring your little assistant with you?"

"..."

The car was quiet, Ji Yanzhou pulled out his mobile phone, and the familiar Faxiaoqun had already built tall buildings.

He seemed to be idle, slowly looking down from the beginning,

[An Junheng: It has been 26 hours since our Yan Er made a high profile courtship online. Has Mrs. Ji responded to him on Weibo? 】

[Yan Sen: No. 】

[Chen Qiyang: More than that, I didn't even pay attention to her, and there is no sign of contacting him. 】

Ji Yanzhou replied to Zhou Chen's words during the interval: "Go to Director He's appointment."

Then press the screen to reply: [She doesn't read Weibo very often. 】

The group was silent for two seconds, and then Chen Qiyang immediately threw a screenshot, which was a new message sent by Song Wenting a few minutes ago, forwarded: pay more attention to @月仙大黑黑 Comics "Under the Dark Skirt", I hope we have experienced this The darkness of the world can also embrace life with a smile.

Immediately, the group laughed: [An Junheng: I understand, she doesn't read Weibo very often, she likes to post Weibo. 】

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, clicked on the screenshot, then exited the chat box, clicked on the interface, and studied the short text description for a moment. On the homepage, I saw a lot of promotional posters, as well as the plot of the inner pages of the comics.

Soon he sent a private message to Yan Sen: [Yue Xian is the one from your family? 】

He quickly got a positive reply, and Ji Yanzhou's eyes darkened even more.

Soon he pulled out a contact information called "SYD" from his mobile phone and called.

A very young male voice sounded: "Brother, why are you calling me?"

Ji Yanzhou: "Have you found his whereabouts?"

"Not yet, according to the situation, he has returned to Jiangluan City."

"Okay." Ji Yanzhou, "Continue to check."

After hanging up the phone, someone in the group @ him, clicking in is still a few people's gossip——

[Chen Qiyang: Brother Yan, I heard that you ordered four diamond rings? ? ? 】

[Yan Sen: There is no humanity in the trenches. 】

[An Junheng: Why order so many wedding rings? 】

Taking out a cigarette, Ji Yanzhou replied leisurely: [I don't know which one she likes, so I'll decide. Wear it every day, can't you? 】

【Chen Qiyang: OK! Why not! My brother Yan is the best! 】

【…】

Ji Yanzhou's gaze fell on his empty hand, and he had been waiting for her to say "I'll help you wear it", but he never got it.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, he resignedly took out the men's ring that matched hers from his pocket, and put it on his left ring finger.

The car slowly parked in the parking lot below. He put away his mobile phone, and the moment he raised his eyes, Zhou Chen handed over the lighter from the front row, holding the cigarette butt for a while, and suddenly remembered Song Wenting huddled in the corner of the car window with a cold tone. Said "Well, I don't like the smell of smoke very much." The expression.

He made an irritated "tsk", took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth with his long fingers, and threw the cigarette directly into the trash basket.

Zhou Chen looked at him suspiciously, but still didn't say anything, and put away the lighter.

But one second before he got out of the car, another mobile phone was handed over: "Aunt Ran's phone number."

The man's figure paused, his demeanor became more and more condensed, and finally he said, "Tell her to come back later." Get off the car.

Hidden in the bright and dim light, the tall figure walked away, appearing more and more lonely and indifferent.