Xu Shi didn't wait for Ji Yanzhou's call to reply, Meng Ran sent him a few messages.

Ji Yanzhou only saw it after get off work. The woman's profile picture was taken on the beach in California. She and an American man were smiling sweetly and happily.

It has been almost four months since the two of them last contacted each other, and the first thing they said now was: [I heard from your brother that you are married? 】

【Congratulations, mom, do you have a picture of your good wife? Sent to see. 】

[I will go back to China for Chinese New Year this year, and we will meet up then. According to the custom, the things left by your grandmother should be given to her. 】

Ji Yanzhou didn't save face and only replied two words【No. ] put away the phone.

Seeing him dozing off with his eyes closed in the front row, Zhou Chen tentatively said, "Grandma asked you to take Mrs. Ji home."

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Chen: "Talk about routine family gatherings."

Ji Yanzhou raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on the neon lights passing by outside the window, and he remembered for a moment the night Meng Ran left the house.

She and Ji Xianrong had a fierce quarrel, and after the quarrel, they packed up their things, as if they were going to leave. At that time, he was already in junior high school, and he was used to their endless quarrels, so he calmly did his homework in the room.

However, this time, Meng Ran never came back as soon as he left.

And Ji Xianrong looked at him more and more indifferently, so indifferent to his brother and himself that there was a big difference. In the longest record, father and son did not say a word for half a year.

Ji Yanzhou didn't understand the reason until he knocked down his phone with Meng Ran, and then he found out that he thought he was the offspring of Meng Ran and other men, not his own flesh and blood.

That night, he restrained his emotions and called Meng Ran who was far away in Europe. When he questioned with a trembling voice and wanted an answer, she said in a relaxed tone, "I'm sorry, mom is not sure."

Ridiculous and ridiculous.

A mother is not sure who the biological father of her child is.

His eyebrows were slightly cold, Ji Yanzhou responded: "Say something, go back next time."

The car stopped at the gate of the familiar neighborhood, Zhou Chen brought up the small cake he had just bought from a private dessert shop, and Ji Yanzhou stood at the intersection, unbuttoning his coat with one hand.

When Zhou Chen wanted to go up with him, he took the cake from him: "After sending that to Miss Ji, I'll go back from get off work."

"Oh." Zhou Chen looked at the tall and straight back of the man, and the frown between his brows became tighter and tighter. It was very strange that the boss would come to this small house every time he obviously had a big house to live in.

That is to say, why not take Mrs. Ji to live in the Yufu Mansion.

He turned his head around, but still couldn't think of any reason, so he simply gave up and drove away.

Stepping on the stairs, an old man walked down slowly from the top, the two looked at each other, Ji Yanzhou nodded politely and was about to move away, but the old man recognized him immediately: "You are Wen Ting's husband, right?"

"Well, hello, old man." Ji Yanzhou remembered that it seemed to be the resident next to Song Wenting's house.

After saying hello, he wanted to stay away, but the old man seemed to remember something, and said: "Recently, around our community, it seems that someone is asking about this little girl Wen Ting, you should pay more attention, this world is still not peaceful .”

Ji Yanzhou was startled, and immediately alerted: "Do you know when it happened?"

"Just the day before yesterday." The old man looked at those chaotic eyes and recalled earnestly, "Old Li from the community was talking about two girls dressed as college students. They seemed to be holding a book in their hands. When they asked questions, they He hesitated, so Lao Li was careful and didn't let them in."

"Thank you." The old man walked down slowly, still muttering something, and Ji Yanzhou followed.

While walking, he took out his phone and called Zhou Chen: "You go and arrange some staff now."

Zhou Chen immediately regained his energy, and the eyes that were still slightly immature were exposed.

Immediately sent a message in the group: "Brothers, come to live."

At this moment in the house, Yue Yao slumped on the sofa and ate potato chips leisurely, accompanied by a can of Coke.

Staring at the divorce variety show on TV, he relished it: "My sister Di, such a man is still not going away, should you keep him for your retirement? It's not that I don't love her, it's just that I don't have passion, you Do you understand? I understand you, why didn't you say that you had no passion when you got married, and now people still have passion when they are middle-aged. Men are primitive animals who only think with their lower bodies."

Song Wenting sat quietly on the other side of the sofa, sipping hot tea, listening to Yue Yao's small-mouthed complaints, he couldn't help feeling amused.

Just as a smile appeared on his lips, he looked directly at him.

Yue Yao put down the potato chips, wiped her hands, then leaned closer, looked at her for a moment, and asked, "Have you and Ji Yanzhou slept?"

She was too direct, Song Wenting blushed the moment he realized it.

But Yue Yao sighed slightly when she saw her shy appearance, no wonder Ji Yanzhou couldn't help it, even a man couldn't help this immortal appearance.

But she was still angry: "I just said he was greedy for your body, you still don't believe it."

As she spoke, she pinched Song Wenting's face, and sighed, "Ji Yanzhou is such a dog, there is no reason not to eat swan meat that reaches his mouth."

As she said that, she hugged her again with a look of grievance: "Tingbao, I'm telling you now, you are soft-tempered, if you feel any discomfort, you must say it, you know? Anyway, it was the first time for me. comfortable."

The more she talked about Song Wenting, the more she felt that it was the case. She pulled her away and explained with a hot face: "We haven't yet."

This time, Huan Yue Yao was shocked: "Don't tell me, you two sleep in separate beds? Then I can't stand my temper."

"Yao Yao." Song Wenting pulled her back, "We share a bed."

As if he could recall the scene when they shared the same bed, Song Wenting's neck was dyed crimson, and his whole body became softer and more lovely.

"Heh, just chatting under the quilt." Yue Yao, "Sleep Susleep?"

"Okay, I don't want to talk about this. I...I'm going to cook."

Song Wenting got up straight away and fled to the kitchen.

Yue Yao continued to bite the potato chips, thoughtfully.

Until the meal was ready, one meat, two vegetarian dishes and one soup, Yue Yao, who was already hungry enough to eat snacks, was already drooling.

"Last time I went to my aunt's house, I learned your favorite dish. I'll make it for you next time."

Yue Yao praised her good cooking skills as always, and then showed herself, "And raspberry mousse, I have nothing to do, and I also learned a lot from online videos."

"Yao Yao, I don't want to go to the hospital yet." Song Wenting chuckled.

"Okay, you despise me too." Yue Yao chewed the food and explained seriously, "It's really not as bad as it used to be, Yan Sen's dog still hasn't eaten cleanly."

During the chat, there was a long-awaited knock on the door suddenly.

Yue Yao's round black eyes showed a little light, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, and grabbed Song Wenting who was about to open the door: "Tingbao, remember what I said this afternoon, your eyes must be firm, and you must not soften your heart, let him know that you are also It's not that he has to, friends are more important than him. Do you hear me?"

After making mental preparations all afternoon, Song Wenting nodded solemnly.

Then, holding that expressionless face, he opened the security door.

The house was filled with the smell of food, and Ji Yanzhou moved his index finger, looking down at the woman's delicate little face, his eyes trembled.

The tone is also gentle: "Have you cooked?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting looked back at his tall figure, but he didn't move away, obviously not letting him in.

She frowned slightly, and before she could speak, another woman's voice came from inside the room: "Tingbao, who is it?"

Immediately understood, Ji Yanzhou withdrew his gaze, and slid across the woman's cold side face, his voice was low and hoarse: "So, you didn't reply to the message all afternoon, and now you don't let me in, is it because you have friends?"

"Ji Yanzhou." Song Wenting was almost defeated by his dark eyes. After she finished crying in front of Yue Yao in the afternoon, Yue Yao was furious and started to attack her, meaning: since he and Xu Xinning are ambiguous, Then you just hang him out for a while, let him know that no one is easy to bully.

She endured her heartbeat and continued to speak: "Yue Yao, she will stay with me for a few days."

Ji Yanzhou suppressed his emotions, his tone was terrible hoarse, he asked back: "So, I have a home and can't go back?"

He mentioned "home" again. I don't know if he really regards this place as home, or if it's just his catchphrase.

"It's really inconvenient."

I used to think that the tone of Song Wenting's soft language seemed to have magical powers and could soothe people's hearts. But right now, when she continued with this tone, Ji Yanzhou felt that every word she said was full of spikes.

However, he was still helpless, and finally he was defeated: "Then it's okay to have a meal, right?"

His expression was very pale, and his eyes were also pale. He just stared at her like a distant shadow on a lonely mountain, unable to see clearly, but Song Wenting couldn't refuse.

The moment she was about to speak, Yue Yao's face came closer: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I don't have your share of dinner tonight."

After finishing speaking, before Yue Yao had time to harden her temper, she left a sentence "If you don't believe me, ask me." under the man's quick glance, she ran away.

Yue Yao still has lingering fears, ever since offending him when she was drunk, Yue Yao still dare not be too presumptuous in front of him.

"Teacher Song, I really don't have my share?" After he finished speaking, he added, "Don't worry, I'll leave after eating."

Song Wenting has always known that his eyes are beautiful, and now the gaze that is staring at her closely is even more obscure, but it stung her to look away in a panic.

She clasped her palms and nodded very lightly: "It's only for two people."

A gust of cool wind came from the corridor, and the hem of his dark clothes was entangled with Song Wenting's bright yellow skirt, touched by the wind, and then moved away.

The man took a step forward and blocked the door tightly.

Song Wenting thought that he was going to rush in without hesitation, so he took a step back hastily. The body didn't go any further, but Song Wenting's heart was pounding with the familiar palpitating woody aroma.

She seldom refuses others, not to mention the person who she thinks no matter what he wants, she will have someone who will respond to his request.

As the cold wind passed by, Song Wenting was circled in front of him, Ji Yanzhou passed the bag he had been carrying with him with a calm expression, and the words followed: "Okay."

After speaking, he turned around directly, and the dull footsteps followed away.

Song Wenting pinched the corner of the bag, but he was not as happy as Yue Yao said, and his heart seemed to fall into another extreme as he left without nostalgia.

Only when she was convinced that Ji Yanzhou was gone did Yue Yao rush out from behind, her excited voice hit her ear: "Tingbao, if you're good, you have to be so tough, men are like this, the easier it is to get, the less cherish it. "

As she spoke, she took the paper bag in her hand, and her eyes sparkled: "This is not the famous and expensive dessert shop in Jingxiang."

Song Wenting closed the door and followed to the dining table.

Yue Yao has already taken out the beautifully packaged transparent box inside, the velvet red mixed with milky white and pink cake imprinted in his eyes, and the sweet fragrance immediately poured into his nostrils, Yue Yao changed the subject and praised: "Raspberry Cheese I have to say, your Mr. Ji quite understands."

Song Wenting asked softly: "Know what?"

Yue Yao raised her hand and brought the cake on the fork to her lips, signaling her to open her mouth.

It melts in the mouth, sweet but not greasy, with a delicate and elegant taste, which is quite good. Song Wenting was slightly stunned, she has eaten desserts for a long time.

"You really liked it when you were in high school, especially in your second year of high school. Do you still need it? You have to buy three or four cakes a day, but it's understandable. After all, when your grandmother just left, you couldn't accept it for a while, and you don't know when to develop it. The habit of overeating desserts is what heals you." Yue Yao gave her another mouthful of sweetness, as if the sweetness entered her heart.

Song Wenting condensed slightly, thinking of that time.

That time was the first time she experienced the darkest hour since she was an adult.

A full month after her grandmother died, she still couldn't believe the fact that her grandmother had left her.

I was in a daze all day long, and even on way home after a night of self-study, somehow got lost.

At that time, Gu Yin brought her to live in his own home and took care of her daily life, but it was a little far from the school, and she was not familiar with that area, so she lost her way while walking.

She simply sat on the flower bed and watched the people coming and going in a daze.

Why do people die?

She was exposed to the fragility of life, and her grandmother had breakfast with her tomorrow morning, the same morning as usual, but when she came home from school, the person who would gently call her "listen" was gone.

How long she sat in that flower bed, she didn't know.

But when she came back to her senses, she didn't know when a cake was placed beside her leg.

Small and exquisite, Song Wenting, who has never liked sweets, hesitated.

This should be given to her by a kind person, so close to her, is it because she is pitiful and homeless?

She suppressed the tears that almost overflowed her eyes, lowered her head, and ate the cake cleanly.

So far, it seems like the door to a new world has been opened. For a long time, she has been like a cake addict. Junzi, she has to eat three or four cakes a day to feel better.

Yue Yao was right, it was dessert that cured her during that time.