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Chapter 28 Hidden Dreams
Everyone in the house heard the noise and turned their eyes to look over.
Grandma Ji sat right in front and spoke first: "Here we are."
The main character's late arrival was unreasonable, Song Wenting said a few words of apology in a soft voice, before being dragged by Ji Yanzhou to sit on the empty seat.
Song Wenting's knuckles moved unconsciously, and she scrubbed the men's ring a little. Along the stall where she sat down, she lowered her eyes and asked Ji Yanzhou: "Ring..."
"Huh?" The man lowered his gaze, and his deliberately low voice was full of sexy temptation.
Song Wenting was distracted, she pursed her lower lip, and finally answered, "The size is just right, when did you buy it?"
"The day of the wedding." He moved closer, his long eyelashes lightly cast a row of shadows, beautiful and attractive, not to mention he asked back, "Like?"
"..."
This ring was chosen by Song Wenting himself, as far as he likes it, he really likes it.
But under the stare of the man's black eyes, Song Wenting didn't dare to respond, for fear that all the rejections he made last night would come in vain.
"Uncle, what are you whispering to Teacher Song?"
The heat rising up here was broken, and Song Wenting almost couldn't hold back his face, but also blushed a little shyly.
Before Song Wenting had time to respond to Ji Shiyu's bright eyes, Ji Yanzhou next to him lazily said, "Don't be so curious, kid."
"Oh." Ji Shiyu rolled his eyes, his expression suddenly enlightened, and Tong Yan said, "Isn't it suitable for children?"
Ji Yuchuan next to her gently called her name in a low voice as a warning.
"Okay, let's eat first."
Grandma Ji and Gu Yin kept turning to Song Wenting and the others while they were talking.
He discussed the wedding banquet on his own.
Only then did Song Wenting discover that Ji Yanzhou's father was not here, but his stepmother was there, but she always showed a gentle and polite attitude. Occasionally, Ji Yanzhou asked her opinion sideways, and she put forward some suggestions of her own at the right time. Some etiquette will not make people feel that they have exceeded their authority.
Sitting next to her were Ji Yuchuan and Ji Shiyu. They explained that Ji Shiyu's mother was unable to attend because of a business trip, and Song Wenting expressed his understanding. But the empty stool reminded her of Xu Xinning.
It is impossible for her not to participate in such an occasion.
Sure enough, as soon as her thoughts landed, Xu Xinning arrived at the door belatedly.
She seemed to have just come down from a party, with well-dressed hair and makeup, a delicate and lovely face, wearing a long dress that didn't quite match her temperament, and wrapped her exquisite figure.
She came into the house with a little perfume smell.
Finally, he sat down next to Ji Yanzhou who was very close to the door.
She had a sweet mouth, and greeted everyone in the room one by one, and then smiled apologetically: "Tonight is a very important investment dinner. I know that Brother Yan Zhou will definitely not attend, so I have to stay a little longer."
Ji Yanzhou tilted his head to glance at her, enduring the discomfort from being washed by the perfume, but finally he didn't let her find another seat.
I also don't want this important gathering to cause any unpleasantness.
"Heming is gone, right?" He picked up the quick fish and put it in the Song Wenting bowl. He was speaking to Xu Xinning, but his eyes didn't move away, and there was a bit of sneer when he listened carefully. , "It's your turn to be there to deal with them?"
Xu Xinning stared blankly at the face with heavy makeup, and couldn't help looking over Ji Yanzhou's figure.
Song Wenting's pretty side face hangs down, the bowl is already full of vegetables, and the young master who has raised his arms above the sky since he met him is still tirelessly putting vegetables into her bowl.
Heartbroken, in her eyes, a woman seemed to be aware of it. The second Song Wenting looked over, she raised her smile again: "It's okay, I've seen this kind of scene a lot. Don't worry."
The hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes and didn't look over, but he could imagine the happy expression on her face.
It happened that the phone in his pocket started to vibrate. Song Wenting looked down and saw that it was the call from the crew Chen Yan.
Guessing she was in a hurry, Song Wenting had no choice but to get up and go to the door to meet her.
They asked her if there were regular scores for the several piano pieces she created today. It is best if they could be converted into notation or notation. When they arrange the music later, it will be more convenient and concise.
After getting her affirmative answer, Chen Yan was relieved, and the two made an appointment to make an appointment before hanging up.
She stood on a small stand outside the corridor, where she could look at the flat and open Luanjiang River in the distance, and eased her mood. Song Wenting put away her mobile phone and was about to go out when a familiar female voice rang in the quiet corridor.
"Brother Yan Zhou, why did you come out?"
"Yeah." The man's magnetic voice gave no emotion, "What are you doing?"
"Even after you got married, you didn't go home anymore. Usually, it's hard to find a chance to talk in the company." Xu Xinning's tone showed a slight dissatisfaction, but she did a good job of concealing it. She quickly talked about business, "I I just wanted to say, did you know that Wang Zhiyuan came out?"
This time, she didn't hide it any more, and revealed a strong emotion: "Did he go back to Jiang Luan?"
Ji Yanzhou said "um", thought for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Don't worry, he must be the first one he looks for."
Xu Xinning took a step forward, her tone full of worry: "I'm just worried about you, but it's not like you don't know that a person like him can do anything."
After she finished speaking, she asked him tentatively, "Why don't you go home and live?"
No one spoke for a while, Ji Yanzhou seemed to be thinking, and then left a sentence: "Look at it again."
He continued to walk deep into the corridor.
The bone-piercing river wind blew, Song Wenting's dress was blown, she hid her face in the corner of the stand, in order to avoid meeting Xu Xinning head-on, Song Wenting had to walk along the stand to the bathroom.
She pretended to have just come out from the inside, and she carefully washed every knuckle before turning off the faucet.
Just as he stepped out of the door with his forefoot, a tall figure in front of him struck instantly, and in shock, a familiar voice fell: "Why did it take so long?"
"Hmm." As it got closer, Song Wenting smelled a very faint smell of tobacco again.
She looked up at the man's stern face with her small face up. She couldn't hold back a little wantonness between the superior browbones. After meeting him again, Song Wenting found that he still liked to wear formal clothes, just like the tailor-made black suit now. Formal attire, concealing the publicity and arrogance in his bones.
If such a person is ruthless, it should make the enemy suffer.
Fortunately, he still retained the respect and restraint that he had cooperated with her.
But that's not all, just like she said that she doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, he still smokes. And the person who liked said that he was worried that he did not want him to be in danger, but he said he would consider it.
"Are you smoking?" Song Wenting subconsciously said something in his mind.
The hands holding her wrists paused, and the man's black eyes pressed down. After a while, he deliberately leaned down again and asked, "Is your nose so smart?"
The cold little face was slightly wrinkled, the dark peach blossom eyes trembled immediately, and the footsteps subconsciously took a step back. Later, somewhat dissatisfied with his behavior, he hummed: "I just took two sips, it's really tasteless."
Song Wenting avoided his gaze, and the sound of washing hands could be heard in the next second.
A few seconds later, there was a cool touch from the wrist, and the hand was held up again: "Can you hold it now?"
She didn't have time to refuse at all, Ji Yanzhou pulled her back directly to the private room.
There was still laughter inside, and several people were discussing what type of wedding to hold. The two grandmas said that the Chinese style is better, but Xu Zhiya put forward different opinions, saying that the Western style is better, and the pure white wedding dress is very suitable for her.
Get the approval of Ji Shiyu.
Song Wenting was not very interested, she stayed out of the matter, as if she was not the main character, and just immersed herself in eating.
"Listen?"
"Huh?" Song Wenting raised his eyes, he had already put down his long chopsticks, looked over quietly, and waited for Gu Yin to speak.
Gu Yin: "I have talked with your grandma Ji for several days, and the date is tentatively scheduled for the 20th of next month. What do you think?"
"I can do it." Ji Yanzhou responded quickly, and then turned his head to look at her after speaking, those beautiful peach eyes were close at hand, but Song Wenting lowered his gaze and avoided it.
All can mean that it doesn't matter what you want. Casual as always, even though his behavior gave Song Wenting a lot of illusions during this period, but that was when he didn't meet Xu Xinning.
She shouldn't be greedy.
"I..." Song Wenting said, and the words that hit his ears were clear, "My idea is, can it be okay?"
A wedding is just a formality. Lovers exchange rings in front of the master of ceremonies, tell each other about their feelings, and finally kiss all their hearts in front of all relatives and friends.
Only in a marriage with love can one not reveal the truth in full view, but she can't.
"Listen." Gu Yin's face darkened.
This request is indeed unreasonable. For the Ji family, this wedding banquet is a must. It is a happy marriage between the two couples, and it is also a grand event in the business investment circle.
Song Wenting pursed his lips and tried to explain: "At least not next month. Some...too soon."
Gu Yin's cool eyes turned around the two of them, but in the end he still didn't say anything, and handed over the words to Ji's family.
There was silence on the table for a while, and everyone was hiding the flow of emotions brought about by her words.
Ji Yanzhou next to her reacted a lot, at least on the surface.
He also slowly took a mouthful of cold vegetables into his mouth, but it was only for a moment, and Grandma Ji said tentatively: "Listen, can I ask if there are other reasons besides the reason of being too fast? For example, he bullied is you?"
She said that her gaze was on Ji Yanzhou next to her, and for a moment she remembered what Xu Xinning said: "It's just a cover to make sure you are not allowed to get married, and she is here to lie to you", and then she looked at Song Wenting heartbrokenly, Isn't this appearance to the extent that you don't even want to act on the spot? Are these two kids really lying to them?
The more she thought about it, the more urgent her eyes became.
"Listen, tell grandma..."
"Grandma." Ji Yanzhou put down his chopsticks and made a crisp sound when they touched the edge of the porcelain bowl. He leaned half his body back on the chair, "It's not that I said I don't want to do it. That's it, don't force me to ask."
Obviously his tone was quite normal, but Song Wenting couldn't help but look over, his sharp side face was curved, his eyes were dark and cold, but the movements of his hands were still calm, he pulled Song Wenting up. Wenting: "Well, her idea is my idea, and the wedding will be postponed."
There was an ear-piercing sound as the chairs rubbed against each other, and Ji Yanzhou finished his last sentence: "Let's take our leave first."
The man stretched out his long arms, embraced her with an extremely intimate gesture and went out the door.
Without stopping at all, he took her directly to the parking lot, and then he stretched out his hand to grab her slender wrist, and with a little force, he led her directly into the car.
It was a little dark inside, only the faint lights in the parking lot illuminated the solemn world.
Song Wenting was pressed by the man's figure and leaned against the door, her heart beating in her chest, and the eyes that looked over her were dense like an impenetrable net, covering her and unable to escape.
She suddenly remembered that when she was in high school, she saw him fight once, with clean fists, a sharp side face, and those dark and deep eyes when she looked over.
The respect and restraint that praised him in heart just now seemed to be broken by him personally. The hand he held on her wrist was strong and slightly heavy, and pain and countless emotions surged out. Soon, Song Wenting's clear eyes appeared. A thin layer of mist came out.
"Song Wenting, is it so fun to lie to me?"
The slightly raised Adam's apple rolled out.
Before Song Wenting had time to react, she seemed to hear him laugh inexplicably.
The laziness in his bones was filled with a bit of ruffianism, and his black eyes caught her for a moment, and he also saw the sparkle in her eyes.
Under the silent and dark eyes, he slightly hooked that slutty and nasty smile, and said, "Then I think it's fun to watch you cry."
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