Even if the environment was changed, Song Wenting still slept well that night.

When woke up, there was no one on the other side of the huge double bed.

With her long hair up, Song Wenting could see the layout of this bedroom. The color tone is gray and black, with an icy modern style, which is completely different from the warm colors in her home.

But the thick carpet by the bed spreads into the body through the soles of the feet, bringing some warmth.

She didn't know where the suitcase was packed, her clothes were neatly hung in the cloakroom, crowded with his. In the bathroom, more than half of the space was freed up on the floating partition, and she was filled with her skin care products.

And the toothbrush with the toothpaste already squeezed, and his pair.

Brows and eyes curved, Song Wenting really felt a little home at this moment.

and his home.

This house is a duplex structure, the bedroom is upstairs, and going down around the stairs, the figure in the dining room comes into view.

The excitement in the eyes came up, and the pace couldn't help speeding up a lot.

Ji Yanzhou, who heard the footsteps, looked up and looked over. He seemed to have just taken a shower, and he had a refreshing breath, his dark hair was slightly moist, and his eyebrows and eyes were clear and clean.

However, his expression was a little teasing: "Have you slept well?"

It happened that Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with the porridge. Song Wenting politely greeted her, and then sat down beside Ji Yanzhou. She responded, "Well, your bed is very comfortable."

"Oh." He took a bite of bread leisurely, peach blossom eyes came over, and his tone was familiar with teasing, "I thought it was because I slept very comfortably."

"?"

Song Wenting held a warm porcelain bowl and looked back inexplicably.

The man's eyes moved over, he also turned to the side along the body, and explained carelessly and lazily: "Compared to the bed, I sleep well, don't I?"

What was he fussing about early in the morning?

Song Wenting's eyes suddenly opened, and she subconsciously looked at Aunt Zhang, who was also putting tableware and chopsticks next to her. There was a sense of professionalism there. Looking at her, she tilted her head and smiled.

It wasn't until her figure was hidden behind the door that Song Wenting's eyes dared to fall on the man.

She lightly opened her lips, with an incomprehensible expression: "Huh?"

The cold voice made a light "um", and then smiled for unknown reasons: "Someone hugged me like a humanoid pillow for one night, didn't I sleep well?"

Her cheeks were hot, and her hand holding the spoon couldn't help but stop. Song Wenting remembered that she seemed to be in a warm embrace last night. In her sleep, she thought it was her grandmother.

That's what "he slept well" meant.

But it's really comfortable.

But Song Wenting still blamed himself a little when he saw a little indigo color under his eyes: "So, you haven't slept all night?"

Ji Yanzhou squeezed the spoon again and drank the bland porridge, looking a little grumpy for not sleeping well.

Especially after his honest nod, Song Wenting felt more remorse in his heart.

"I really don't sleep well." Song Wenting looked at him seriously, "Tonight, I'd better sleep in the guest room."

Season Yanzhou: "?"

With his long fingers against the spoon, the expression on Jun Jun's face became more and more interesting.

Song Wenting: ?

- I don't sleep well.

- That's not enough to clean up.

Song Wenting lowered his head and took a bite of bread, raising his eyebrows lightly: "I don't like sleeping with fierce and violent people."

Lightly resting on the table, the right finger knuckles wrapped in white cloth moved slightly, and Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and lightly rubbed his rear molars.

Shen Ning for a moment, the man suddenly tilted his head: "When did I get mad?"

Song Wenting still had a soft voice, but there was indeed a bit of timidity in his clear eyes: "Now."

The knuckles pressed a bit of translucent color on the porcelain handle, Ji Yanzhou restrained his emotions, and simply looked away from her and stopped looking at her: "When is violence?"

"You just said that I need to clean up." Song Wenting explained obediently word by word, as if thinking of something, his eyes darkened and his tone became even smaller, "Also, you used to fight."

Fight for Xu Xinning.

He fights fiercely, pressing down on the piercing eyebrows, his eyes are dark and airy, with a thick sullen look, and his fists are stretched out without hesitation and restraint, and every attack seems to kill the opponent.

That was the first time she saw him fighting. The figure was hidden in the dark alley, but still standing tall and eye-catching.

Song Wenting hid in a corner and watched secretly for a long time, until the melee was over, Chen Qiyang, who was beside him, lit a cigarette, and the misty smoke shrouded the long figure. He leaned lazily against the brick wall. , slightly tilted his head and pulled out his slender and beautiful neck, and the alternation of light and dark light made him look reckless.

Chen Qiyang cursed for a few words before asking him, "Although Lu Yu's mouth is broken, you wouldn't beat him like that. Are you so angry?"

"Broken mouth?" The boy lowered his eyelashes and glanced at Chen Qiyang, then sneered, "He's courting death."

Chen Qiyang took down the cigarette, glanced at him in surprise, and laughed: "Hey brother, I'm just curious, do I really like the sister at home so much? Can't say a few words from outsiders?"

Song Wenting's slender fingers were clutching the strap of the schoolbag, and right at the beginning of this sentence, a "horn" sounded, and the white shoes couldn't help but move forward, wanting to get closer.

But who knew that just as he moved, there was a sudden light sound under his feet.

Holding his breath and bowing his head, it was a plastic soymilk box. The soymilk in the pressure bottle splashed out from the straw, and stained the white shoes with inconspicuous stains.

The cold wind blew through the alley, and the two stopped talking and looked straight at each other.

In a panic, Song Wenting met those black eyes from a distance, but within a few seconds, her heartbeat was trembling, and she turned around and ran away before she could eavesdrop.

Those sharp eyes without any emotion made Song Wenting dare not peek at him at school for a while, for fear that she would be discovered by him again at a certain moment.

"Which time?" He drank a full bowl of porridge, and there was a slight sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the table. This question also pulled back Song Wenting's wandering thoughts.

Which time?

"More than once?" she asked softly.

"Ang." Seeing her timid eyes, Ji Yanzhou laughed inexplicably and raised his eyebrows deliberately, "You beat someone to the hospital three times, which time did you say?"

"I...I remembered it wrong." Under the pressure of those eyes, Song Wenting shifted his attention instantly, pretended to be serious and quickly finished the porridge, and sat upright, "After drinking, can you leave?"

A muffled laugh overflowed from his throat, Ji Yanzhou said while putting on his coat, "Don't worry, don't beat the cat."

cat?

what cat?

Until Ji Yanzhou stood at the entrance and called her sideways, "Let's go together and see you off."

"Oh." Song Wenting immediately picked up his handbag and followed.

He was in the same formal suit, and his injured arm was hidden under the dark suit and could not be seen clearly, but he did not use his right hand.

He picked up a dark-patterned tie with his left hand and handed it to her: "Tie it for me?"

"I won't." Song Wenting said honestly with a small face raised.

If Ji Yanzhou had a real look, after a few seconds, he put away his tie and said, "Okay, let's talk about it when you learn."

"..."

When the two left the door one after the other, Aunt Zhang, who had been behind the door, flashed her phone with her phone in hand.

Soon she sent these videos to Grandma Ji, and her excited expression swayed from her lips.

After that grandma Ji received the video, she forwarded these paragraphs to Gu Yin.

A side sentence: "These two children seem to be in a good relationship, but this kid in my family still owes Huigen. But don't worry, I have arranged for someone to help, and I should be able to hold the great-grandson next year. As for the wedding, respect the present Young people's ideas, when they want to do it, let's plan together."

Song Wenting got off the car at an intersection outside Heming Entertainment, wrapped in a windbreaker with long legs and just stepped into the door of the music production company, Gu Yin called.

Since the last time we talked about the wedding, Song Wenting personally called Gu Yin several times, but the mood there was always very light, as if she didn't believe that she unilaterally talked about the problem of time too fast.

Right now, her tone is obviously relaxed: "I have time to come and sit here."

Song Wenting replied softly: "Okay, let's see you when Yan Zhou has time."

However, Gu Yin hesitated, and after a while, he didn't answer the question: "Your grandma Ji asked me to talk a few times today, listen, my request is very simple, whether he is the beloved grandson of someone I know or not. , or the future ruler of the famous Ji family, I only want him to bring you happiness."

She said in a deep voice: "The deeper you love, the easier it is to get hurt. I'm a good example. So, you have to know how to stop."

The light footsteps stopped suddenly, Song Wenting trembled: "Mr. Gu."

Gu Yin: "I know you like him. When I was in middle school, I had no intention of seeing a picture you drew in the notebook you forgot on the desk."

Emotions that thought were well hidden were actually completely exposed in front of Gu Yin.

"Even if you weren't married, I had the intention to talk to Suwan." Gu Yin's voice was not so polite, "But if he doesn't know how to cherish it, you have to go home."

"Yeah." Gu Yin was never married and had no children, Song Wenting until she always regarded her and Shen Heqing as her children, with a warm feeling in her heart, Song Wenting shouted, "Mother Gu, thank you ."

The name she used to read when she was a child was soft and soft, which made people feel soft for no reason.

Gu Yin's expression slowly relaxed, and she continued with "um": "I also heard from your grandma Ji that you moved to his place, the life of the two is too much to run in, you should change your temper, don't hold back yourself, and also Don't bore yourself."

"Yeah." Song Wenting stood at the entrance of the corridor and listened quietly.

Until she said the key point of today: "Also, take good measures, don't be in a hurry to have children, don't listen to your grandma Ji urging you to have great-grandchildren, you need to support your body, do you hear?"

The topic was premeditated step by step, and Song Wenting suddenly reacted after being detoured here.

I wanted to refute that Grandma Ji hadn't urged them, but she couldn't say anything, and finally responded in a panic: "Okay, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting's ears couldn't help but heat up.

Neither of them is a real couple on this side, and they are already talking about having children on the other side.

But Song Wenting was only affected for a while, because she soon received a call from Chen Yan.

Stepping on the fine heels to the fifth floor, Chen Yan and several producers have already repaired the sound in front of the computer, and the arranger teacher also approached her and started to talk about it. Follow the traditional arrangement.

Until noon, Yue Yao contacted her again to prepare for the signing ceremony.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Wenting rushed to the CBD building.

It was expected at three o'clock, but Yao Qing didn't arrive until four o'clock. As soon as she appeared, she was taken to the cubicle by Song Wenting.

She dressed up today, wearing a red coat, heavy makeup, and bewitching red lips.

Song Wenting: "I'm going to make a video for you later, so you think about what you want to say."

Yao Qing's face changed slightly: "Are you lying to me?"

"I didn't lie to you, but if you don't make a video, you won't attract Wang Zhiyuan's attention." Song Wenting softly seduced, "You are very beautiful today, and it will be even more beautiful in the mirror. It only takes a few words, don't you want him Did you notice?"

The room was quiet, and Yao Qing was silent for a long time.

Thinking of the life I lived during this time, I finally lost: "What did you say?"

In the simple meeting place outside the house, the photographer had already set up the camera, and Song Wenting was sitting under the camera, asking Yao Qing to answer his questions.

The first is a self-introduction: "My name is Yao Qing, and I am the first student from NTU to drop out of school voluntarily in the past 100 years. After I dropped out, I returned to my hometown in a northern town. My parents divorced because of this incident. Working in various places, I became an alien in the small town, and I became an alien in the eyes of everyone. Just because I fell in love with someone."

She stared straight at the camera, her voice was not like the resentment she had hidden in her bones, but with affection, she smiled: "But since I dropped out of school, he has never come to me once. I did that for him. A lot of things, he forgot all in a blink of an eye. Wang Zhiyuan, did you forget that you said to me that you love me?"

"Now I don't despise you for being in jail, so don't despise me, okay? Let's find a place to live together." Yao Qing was emotional, "Now you should see clearly that the only one who loves you is me, those who love you. Yingyingyanyan who is in front of you all day is just looking at your money and face, it's not true. But I am true, all the time."

"Pop" the lens off.

Song Wenting handed over a tissue: "I found a place for you."

Yao Qing raised her crying face, and her tone was not as domineering as before. She snapped twice and said, "You do what you say?"

"Well." Song Wenting, "If you can take him away, I'll call you the money right away. If you can't take him away, tell me his whereabouts, and I'll call you the money right away."

"it is good."

Yao Qing grabbed the red coat and went out the door.

Yue Yao paced closer, looked over together, and murmured, "I don't know if it's ridiculous to call her pitiful. I've loved someone for so long."

Song Wenting shook his head and judged before saying in a deep voice, "She has a mental illness."

And Wang Zhiyuan was just a hanging tree that she grabbed during her search for the cause. Only by holding it tightly could it not fall off.