"Zhou Chen." The one who answered her first was a man who wanted to hide.

Then the front side door was opened, and a figure quickly came out of the car.

The confined space is filled with warmth.

What does it mean?

angry? Or question?

But that sentence still brought unexpected sequelae, Song Wenting bit his lips and couldn't stop his cheeks from getting hot.

Not to mention, the gaze staring at her became more and more scorching, like a scorching fire that could instantly ignite her.

The wooden box in his hand was put down by him, Ji Yanzhou tilted his head, and his thin lips seemed to smile.

Then the clear and faint voice got into my ears: "What will it be?"

He asked knowingly.

With those clear eyes, Song Wenting didn't dodge as usual, but chased after the victory: "It's...it's very good at pleasing girls."

As she said that, she took the box of dumplings and pretended to eat while waiting for him to explain.

"Oh." Unexpectedly, the man took the box she was holding in front of her directly, and the stagnant breath pressed close, and when he raised his eyes, the handsome face of the man had already touched his eyes.

He chuckled: "Did that please you?"

Because he got closer, he could see that his half-drooped eyelashes were getting longer and longer, and the pale mole on the cold white brow bone became more and more coquettish under his hooked smile.

Song Wenting's composure under restraint was gone. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but she still didn't move under her sanity. She moved very close, and her voice was soft and low: "Yes. Right."

to please her.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the expression of the person in front of him became more and more unclear.

Just when Song Wenting couldn't take it anymore, he continued: "Who else is the girl in your mouth?"

This time, Song Wenting couldn't speak.

Xu Xinning, or An Shuyu.

"I...I just think you seem to be quite experienced..." The words came to the mouth, and suddenly, Song Wenting realized that there was a lot of ambiguity in this sentence.

Sure enough, when she blushed completely, Ji Yanzhou raised his sharp eyebrows slightly: "You have a lot of experience?"

"Mr. Song," he leaned closer, rubbing his suit jacket on the thin fabric of her long skirt, "I haven't tried it yet, and you know that I'm experienced?"

"I... I'm not talking about this experience." Song Wenting almost bit the tip of his tongue in anxiety.

The warm breath sprinkled, the man's thin lips were close at hand, and his heart swayed slightly. Song Wenting suppressed his heartbeat, and kissed directly like she took the initiative that day.

Song Wenting could feel the instant tension in Ji Yanzhou's muscles with the touch of his skin.

After a few seconds, she pulled away and even stepped back to the door handle. She blushed and added, "It's about this experience."

She is undoubtedly young.

She even felt that this active teasing was too clear.

The man's dark and hoarse voice quickly hit his ear: "Kiss again, try something else for you tonight?"

His eyes widened suddenly, Song Wenting didn't expect him to be so shameless, to be able to say such words to his face.

She opened the car door directly, and gestured towards Zhou Chen who was outside the door while burning her cheeks, that she could go.

Song Wenting sat back in the car, embarrassed and annoyed, so he simply played with his phone and ignored him. In terms of shame, he would always have the upper hand.

But her thoughts have been in the conjecture tonight, and now she is a little more certain.

Simply open Yue Yao's chat box, and they sent her the news that she had returned home half an hour ago, with a few words of ridicule. The cliché reads: "Pretend to be weak, babble, unintentional physical contact... For you, just do one thing, look at him affectionately with your face. OK, it's a man Gotta love you."

Song Wenting automatically skipped this large paragraph and typed directly: "Yao Yao, I think he seems to like me."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but his heart beat faster, and even kept glancing at Ji Yanzhou who was sitting on the other side with Yu Guang, for fear that he would find out.

Fortunately, he paid attention to the conversation with Zhou Chen and did not notice her strangeness.

The phone was turned off by her, and when she regained her senses, she heard that he and Zhou Chen were discussing where to eat.

The phone that had just been turned off suddenly vibrated, and it was a call from an unfamiliar number.

He opened his finger and picked it up: "Hello?"

The other end did not speak in time, as if in a very quiet environment, only the faint sound of electric current came.

It may have been a typo, or it may have been called by accident.

Song Wenting was about to hang up, when a very soft female voice suddenly came from inside: "Song Wenting, are you really married to Ji Yanzhou? Do you want any more face?"

The sound quality is too thick, Song Wenting heard it as "Yao Qing".

She didn't want to say a word, just hung up the phone.

Ji Yanzhou turned his head to look over: "What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, he could feel even such subtle emotions, Song Wenting explained naturally: "It's okay, it's a sales pitch."

He didn't turn his eyes back, instead he grabbed her left hand and played with it affectionately.

From time to time, the pulp of the finger slipped, causing the trembling and itching of the electric current.

Resisting the movement of pulling out his hand, Song Wenting asked, "What to eat?"

"When you arrive, you'll know."

"Oh."

The car finally stopped in front of a Japanese-style store, and she was a little stunned. She and her roommates came here several times when she was in college, and she remembered that it was her first time in her junior year.

And that year, it had been more than four months since he graduated and went abroad. He had no way of knowing, so was it a mistake again?

Concentrating on her thoughts, she was pulled back by the man's light tugging action. Because of inertia, she was pulled to his chest.

The figure bowed slightly, Ji Yanzhou leaned over and leaned forward. The lowered voice caused her ears to turn crimson instantly. She heard the belated explanation: "It's the first time with you."

After he finished speaking, he dragged her into the store.

The polite greetings from the clerks, the noisy conversations in the hall, and the crowds walking past them all turned into background soundboards. She was completely dragged to the cloud by what he said just now, floating around. It doesn't feel real.

and her for the first time.

He was explaining what he said on purpose just now. He has a lot of experience, so, isn't it a lot of experience, is it the first time to kiss her?

He sat cross-legged until he ordered the dishes in a low voice, the waiter got up and went out, and then someone came in to mix tea.

Ji Yanzhou first handed over the glass that had already been mixed, looked at her small face, and asked just now: "Why? Don't you believe me?"

Song Wenting suddenly came back to her senses, her eyelashes trembled, she raised her face and asked, "Then... how did you kiss so well?"

The fundus of the beautiful eyes is clear, like a handful of clear springs in the mountains, pure and lustful.

She seemed genuinely curious.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes caught her pinky ears, and he explained slowly: "You can learn from a teacher, haven't you heard of it?"

"Oh." Song Wenting closed his mouth and stopped asking.

During the waiting period, Ji Yanzhou answered two more calls. Song Wenting took out the phone but didn't see Yue Yao's reply. For a while, he was a little bored and played with the camellias on the table that had been folded with paper towels by the waiter.

Warm light poured down on her white and tender side face, soft and beautiful.

A voice came from the microphone, "Mr. Ji, Director Lin Qi said that he will come to the company tomorrow. What time do you have time? Mr. Ji?"

Pulling back his wandering thoughts, Ji Yanzhou calmed down the unconsciously raised corners of his lips: "First ask her if she can invite Teacher Fang Zhenyun."

Teacher Fang Zhenyun?

Song Wenting was caught looking back, and she didn't ask until Ji Yanzhou hung up the phone: "Will Teacher Fang also participate?"

This domestic national treasure-level national music master, he plays all the national musical instruments to the top, an existence that Gu Yin even admires.

Young people are just full of vigor, and now they should be in their seventies. Will they come to participate in variety shows?

"Not sure." Ji Yanzhou casually handed her the square paper flower in front of his desk, "But as long as he can be invited, the show will be half successful."

Song Wenting "Oh." After taking the flower, he also remembered his silly and cute action just now.

Soon, the dishes were served one by one.

Both of them ate slowly, Song Wenting found that he still likes to eat more meat as before, and he ate almost a whole plate of salmon by himself.

Song Wenting simply moved all the meat in front of him, and silently drank a bowl of seafood porridge.

"Why do you eat so little?" Ji Yanzhou frowned in dissatisfaction, and turned the sashimi again.

"I just ate dumplings and I'm not very hungry."

Song Wenting is not telling lies. She is influenced by Gu Yin and usually eats very little for dinner. Although she can't reach the level of not eating, she can't eat a lot.

A bowl of porridge, plus the three steamed dumplings just eaten, is enough.

"Isn't it pretty edible before?" Ji Yanzhou put down his chopsticks and glanced at her, "Eat several cakes a day."

"Um?"

Song Wenting looked up in surprise, cake?

"how do you know?"

The pair of eyes that looked at her froze for a moment, then dropped down quickly, and the long eyelashes cast a quivering shadow. He picked up his chopsticks again and took a piece of crab meat into his mouth, pretending to speak naturally: " Hear what people say."

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling appeared. Something flashed in her mind, but it was too fast for her to catch it.

Covering her emotions, she asked softly, "Did you listen to what Yue Yao's boyfriend Yan Sen said?"

He raised his hand and took a sip of lemonade. With his slightly raised neck, tumbling Adam's apple, and a little water stain from his lips, Ji Yanzhou responded, "Well, maybe."

"Oh." Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

She forgot to mention that Yue Yao had sworn in front of her that she would never tell anyone about her crazy eating of sweets and gaining more than ten pounds.

And sophomore year.

In order to avoid being looked at with strange eyes, she would choose to leave school, or eat secretly when no one was at work, so it was unlikely that other people would know that she gained weight during that time because she ate several desserts a day.

It was impossible for classmates to know, and it was even more impossible for Ji Yanzhou, who had graduated at that time, to know.

unless...

Another half an hour later, the two walked out of the store.

Zhou Chen was gone, so it was Ji Yanzhou's car.

There was soft music in the car, and no one spoke in the room until the car stopped at the gate of the familiar community.

The community is very narrow, and generally it is not the car in the community that can't get in, so Ji Yanzhou parked the car as usual under the camphor tree across the road.

The two got out of the car, and the cold wind hit, Song Wenting shrank his neck coldly.

Ji Yanzhou took off his coat in time and put it directly on her body, waiting for her to put on her sleeves.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt and a pure black watch on his clean wrist. He lowered his eyes, his eyes were focused, and his long fingers carefully helped her to button the buttons one by one before he held her back with his backhand. The little hand said, "Go, go home."

"Yeah." The unique woody scent of his body came from the tip of his nose, and the whole person was wrapped under his wide clothes. Song Wenting couldn't help bending the corners of his lips, and the hand he was holding squeezed back slightly.

She actually wanted to interlock with his fingers like he held her before, but she didn't dare to be too arrogant, so she had to let it go hand in hand in the direction of home.

When they were walking on the sidewalk and were about a dozen steps ahead of the gate of the community, a figure suddenly appeared from under the street lamp next to them.

He moved quickly, Song Wenting only glimpsed that he was holding a pointed thing in his hand, and the next second, she fell into a warm embrace.

The crowd next to him exclaimed a few times at the right time, pulling her to the ground, and then she heard a heavy groan from the man, which hit her ear abruptly, and she raised her eyes in a hurry, wanting to see him.

But his eyes were covered by his big hand, "Don't look."

Then there was the sound of fighting, accompanied by a man screaming bleakly, and more people soon gathered behind him, talking about something.

Song Wenting blinked his eyelashes, and soon heard a sentence: "Mr. Ji, what should I do?"

Ji Yanzhou looked at the man on the ground coldly, his eyes were full of cruelty, and finally he just said, "call the police."

The unfamiliar boy said, "Yeah." His eyes moved to his arm: "Your injury... Do you need to call Brother Chen and ask him to pick you up?"

"No." Ji Yanzhou, "You stay and wait for the police."

Saying that, he wrapped Song Wenting's slender waist with his other hand and walked to the gate of the community.