It wasn't until being half-circled by men into the community that Song Wenting suddenly came back to his senses.

Her footsteps stopped abruptly, she stared closely at the side face of the man in front of her, and then her eyes fell to his other hanging arm.

The sleeve of the shirt was scratched, revealing a long opening, which climbed directly from the arm to the wrist joint, looking terrifying.

Song Wenting's little face had turned pale a long time ago, she frowned, her eyelashes were shaking and she was about to step forward to check, but she had no time to move, Ji Yanzhou pulled her up the stairs quickly.

"fine."

Ji Yanzhou suppressed the coldness all over his body, and pulled her into the room, then leaned against the door, and answered the phone.

The tone is completely cold: "Okay, wait for me, come down immediately."

The arm holding the phone was the injured one, and there seemed to be a little dark blood stain on the dark shirt. Song Wenting's pupils trembled suddenly, and he turned around and walked into the back room.

Soon she came up with a roll of gauze. Fortunately, there were these regular supplies at home.

She wrapped her long fingers around the piece of gauze and gently put Ji Yanzhou's arm on Ji Yanzhou's arm. He backed away, and the sharpness in his eyes faded: "No need. I'll go to the police station. You stay at home and lock the door."

Song Wenting gently grabbed his knuckles, her expression was cold and aggrieved when she raised her eyes, she said three words in a soft voice: "Soon."

So, Ji Yanzhou's body was tense with ferocity, and he still let those little hands deftly wrap a white cloth around his arm.

It rained a little in the afternoon, and the air was cool at this time.

Ji Yanzhou walked quickly, and the tall figure disappeared in an instant.

Song Wenting clutched the remaining gauze with his fingertips, and his heart sank. This person came prepared, with a precise package and a clear goal. If it weren't for those people who rushed to rescue from the dark in time, Ji Yanzhou and her would have been rescued as soon as possible. He was stabbed countless times by that slender sharp knife.

It seems that Ji Yanzhou has been on guard for a long time, but he is still unable to guard against.

And who made that person come from, it is not difficult to guess, except for Wang Zhiyuan who was released from prison, no one could hold such great malice towards them.

Song Wenting obediently locked all the doors and windows, and sat on the sofa with a dignified expression. Thinking of the wound on Ji Yanzhou's arm, he felt worried, and couldn't help but send him a text message: "Be careful, call me when you come back." ,I'm waiting for you."

Her small face looked paler under the incandescent light.

A lot of things came to mind, and finally suddenly thought of the phone call just now.

Immediately opened the call log, found the strange number, and called it directly.

There was a constant "beep" busy tone from the microphone, and finally hung up automatically. Song Wenting pinched the phone and continued to dial, and finally when the fifth dial was reached, the other side answered.

"Song Wenting, are you sick?"

Yao Qing's voice was indescribably out of breath, she seemed to be eating, her tone was ambiguous, "Didn't you just hang up very simply, and now you think of me, poor man?"

Song Wenting's eyes were heavy, her knuckles were a little white from pressing the phone tightly, she restrained her voice and did not lose her composure: "Promise me one thing, and I will tell you where Wang Zhiyuan is."

There was a sudden stagnation over there, and it took a while before she laughed out loud, in a rough and ugly voice, she said, "Why do I want you to help me find him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her tone changed suddenly: "You fucking think I don't know where he is?"

Song Wenting looked at the already dark sky outside the window, and she said firmly: "You really don't know."

"..."

In just two seconds, her voice rose suddenly, and she screamed and cursed: "Did he go looking for you? Song Wenting, why are you still so cheap, married to Ji Yanzhou, and flirting with other men. "

Song Wenting suddenly became a little irritable, and her tone became more and more cold: "Just say you agree or not?"

She seemed to be thinking. There was no one speaking in the microphone for a long time, and there were only bursts of very noisy background sounds, mixed with the teasing between men and women that only existed in some places.

Just when Song Wenting's patience was exhausted, she finally opened her mouth to answer: "What do you promise?"

hang up the phone.

Song Wenting fought Yue Yao again.

There was still excitement in the message she sent her not long ago: "Why didn't you reply to my message? You won't be deceived by him, right? He's the kind of person who can keep silent if he really likes you. I wish I could tell the whole world.”

"Oh, no, he seems to have admitted you generously on the Internet." She was very dense, and Song Wenting couldn't get in for a moment, but she kept babbling in her ear, "So, tell me specifically, Why do you think he likes you? Could it be that he moved on so quickly and transferred his feelings for Xu Xinning to you? Hey, didn't you think of seducing him the day before? What happened? Tingbao??"

While she was taking a breath, Song Wenting finally intervened: "Let's not talk about this issue first. Ji Yanzhou was injured, and someone arranged by Wang Zhiyuan injured his hand. I..."

Her words trembled slightly, her eyes filled with moisture, she endured it, and continued, "Do me a favor."

"Wait, wait." Yue Yao became serious when she heard her tone, and immediately comforted her, "Don't panic, just speak slowly."

"You arrange another fake small signing event, and I'll let Yao Qing act in a play to lure Wang Zhiyuan out."

"How to do it?"

If his only target after he was released from prison was Ji Yanzhou, then according to the status of the Ji family in Jiangluan City, he would not be so stupid as to face it head-on in the open, so shady tricks are his usual method. However, he is a person who likes attention very much. He was the most useful for Yao Qing's stalking and rainbow farts, so find a way to let him show up, and then pay attention to his behavior and dynamics all the time. There is no longer the uneasy feeling that the enemy is in the dark and they are in the light.

Ji Yanzhou would never suffer such an injury again.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting still couldn't relax, there was no reply from him in the dialog box with Ji Yanzhou on the phone.

She nestled on the sofa, holding the phone tightly, waiting for the moment when the screen of the phone turned on.

The lights outside the window fell one by one, and the silence invaded the room, only one floor lamp was turned on beside the sofa, illuminating Song Wenting's thin and lonely figure.

She leaned her head gently on the sofa, her black hair was scattered, and her white face had a broken beauty under the dim light.

After an unknown amount of time, those long eyelashes could no longer hold back and began to close slightly.

Blink by blink, like a landing butterfly vibrating its wings for the last few times, after a slow one, it returned to calm.

The vibration of the phone came to mind at this moment, and along with the brightness, a row of small notes jumped on it.

Eyes wide open, Song Wenting immediately picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hmm." It was a man's hoarse voice, "Haven't slept yet?"

He seemed to be very tired, and his voice was a little lazy. The emotion that Song Wenting had been holding back suddenly came back, and the misty water vapor instantly overflowed in his beautiful eyes, and it gathered more and more. At the moment of falling, she Raise your hand and wipe it off quickly.

"Why don't you talk?"

Song Wenting bit his lips, suppressed his crying, and asked, "Are you coming back?"

Ji Yanzhou frowned inexplicably, and when he spoke again, his voice became hoarse: "Crying?"

She wanted to shake her head and say "no", but Song Wenting didn't do so, she gave a low "um".

Acknowledge your feelings.

After the words fell, she could clearly feel the change in the man's tone. He seemed a little irritable, but also restrained and gentle. He comforted her in a low voice: "I'll be home soon."

The Adam's apple rolled up and down for a few seconds, and Ji Yanzhou added: "Don't cry."

What he said was coming home soon was true. Five minutes after hanging up the phone, the familiar footsteps sounded and finally stopped in front of the door.

Song Wenting got up and ran over quickly.

The moment she opened the door, she realized later that she was too impatient, and even forgot to wear slippers.

The man's gaze fell, and the tips of his white ears burned, Song Wenting was slightly embarrassed, and his small and cute toes shrank into his wide trouser legs.

Ji Yanzhou looked away uncomfortably: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Forget." Song Wenting no longer cared about the shoes. Her gaze fell directly to his arm.

He changed into a shirt, wearing a solid-colored T-shirt, with a thin, tight gauze wrapped around the exposed half of his right arm.

When his heart fell, it seemed that he had gone to deal with the wound.

But when she met the slightly pale and handsome face, her heart was still inexplicably tight: "Does it hurt? Is there any discomfort? Is the wound..."

"Ah" Before she finished speaking, she was subconsciously frightened and pulled back into her thoughts. When she reacted, she was actually picked up by Ji Yanzhou.

The arm that crossed her thigh was vigorous and powerful, as if it contained countless strengths, as if she could feel the lingering of the muscle lines through the thin cloth.

It's a one-handed hug.

Song Wenting blushed, and as far as he could see was the man's handsome side face, which was clear and seductive, with a pure expression. She was fascinated until the man bent down and put him on the sofa, then he squatted down, picked up the slippers on the ground with his uninjured left hand, and was about to help her put them on.

Song Wenting retracted his foot, thinking that he was still injured, so he refused: "Myself..."

"Don't move." He seemed to know that he was injured, and his lowered eyebrows were inexplicably deeply hostile, and his eyebrows were wrinkled, looking fierce.

He put on her shoes and sat down beside her.

The pair of black eyes wrapped in her eyes were clear and clean, and she was relieved.

He leaned his shoulders on the sofa, closed his eyes slightly, and looked a little indifferent under the bright light.

"Is it Wang Zhiyuan's man?"

He squeezed out another voice from the depths of his throat: "Yeah."

In the quiet air, his face was even colder.

Song Wenting approached, and slowly touched the man's fluffy black hair with his long fingers. At first, he was tentative, and lightly touched a few strands of hair with his fingertips. The touch was not as soft as hers, but rather hard and itchy.

His expression didn't move, only a calm breath came, as if he didn't notice her movements.

Song Wen listened a little further, and continued to reach up with his long fingers. The black hair passed through the fingers and quickly touched his scalp. Her whole warm palm was attached to it, and her fingertips moved slightly, just like comforting a big dog. She wanted to touch it more smoothly. Song Wenting turned sideways and moved in his direction.

The second he was moving, the black eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and then he tilted his head slightly, facing her directly.

The heartbeat suddenly jumped wildly, and those eyes were like vortexes in the deep sea of ​​the night, and they could be dragged into the abyss by him if he was not careful.

But Song Wenting didn't take back her hand. She explained quite appropriately: "Grandma used to raise a dog. When it was unhappy, you could touch its head and it would be happy." Her eyes were pure like the most beautiful dog in the sky. Bright stars, shining, she continued to speak softly, "So, do you feel better? Are you happier? Does the wound still hurt?"

Speaking of that soft little hand, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Before the woman's beautiful eyes were about to overflow, he pulled her to his eyes with a little force, and his thin lips twitched into a smile, "Mr. Song, do you think of me as a dog?"

"No...not." Song Wenting supported the sofa with one hand, keeping her figure from being bumped into his arms by his pull just now, her expression was slightly annoyed, "It's just comfort."

She bit her lip, and the pink lips under her small teeth showed a little deep red, which made Ji Yanzhou's eyes even more intense.

He let go of her wrist and turned to pull the one she was supporting badly.

The expected warmth and fragrance fell into his arms, and he clasped the woman's thin and soft waist with one hand.

He laughed: "This comfort is more effective."

Song Wenting obediently obeyed with his heart beating erratically. In the momentary silence, the two figures hugging each other were inexplicably ambiguous and intimate, and the shadows cast on the ground were somewhat obscure.

After a while, Song Wenting's slightly bent legs went numb. She put her hands on the man's chest, trying to get out of his embrace: "Ji Yanzhou, you...do you want to rest earlier?"

Unexpectedly, the man took her directly into his arms, and found a comfortable posture for her again, and the soft posture was tightly embedded in the hard body.

"Hold me for a while." He said, getting closer this time, the warm breath brushed directly on the tender white neck, the lips were detached, causing a shudder, and he continued, "It's a pity that I got hurt tonight. already."

"Um?"

"Forgot?" He chuckled, "Didn't you say, I'll give you a try tonight to see if you're experienced or not?"

"..."

Song Wenting responded with a sullen tone, "Ne...do you want me to help you?"

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