Song Wenting didn't sleep well that night. The bizarre scene in the dream made her sweat all over, her moist hair stuck to her temples, giving her a petite and pitiful appearance.

In the middle of the night, the door in the room was opened and closed.

At the end of the dream was Wang Zhiyuan's sneering and sinister expression. He put his big hand on her neck, as if to drag her into the abyss, but in the darkness, someone broke into the door, and the tall figure against the light was like a beam of light, shooting straight. Into Song Wenting's eyes.

The face became clearer and clearer, and just as Song Wenting struggled to see clearly, her eyes darkened and she fainted.

At this moment, she woke up.

Feeling extremely ups and downs, Song Wenting slowed his heartbeat and looked out of the window, where a shimmer of light shone through the gaps in the heavy curtains.

With this light, she reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table, and the moment her cool fingertips touched the phone case, there was a soft sound accompanied by a sharp touch.

There is a candy on the milky white bedside table.

Orange Flavored Tablets.

Heartbroken, Song Wenting didn't understand what it meant.

Holding the candy in his long fingers, he walked out.

The door to the master bedroom opposite is open, but Ji Yanzhou is not there.

Looking down from the railing, there was only a little sound from the kitchen, but no familiar figure.

Song Wenting opened the phone subconsciously, and sure enough, in the dialog box with him, he sent her a message:

【Business trip, come back tomorrow. 】

Simple and clean, but it seems cold.

Song Wenting suddenly remembered last night, when the conversation between the two ended, he looked at her leisurely and asked, "You really don't want to sleep with me?"

At that time, Song Wenting was in an inexplicable mood. She admitted that she was thinking about it, but in the end she simply shook her head: "uncomfortable."

She intended to sleep with someone with a bad sleep like her, he would be uncomfortable, not to mention, his hand was still injured, she was worried about pressing it again.

But the man obviously misunderstood, he smiled: "Afraid that I will deal with you?"

Song Wenting continued to shake his head.

With her fair cheeks still determined, Ji Yanzhou's mood also faded: "Okay, let's go to sleep."

As he spoke, he got up and pulled the chair back, making a harsh sound.

In the end, without turning around at all, he went straight out.

Upon receiving his news, Song Wenting suddenly felt a little disappointed. Looking down at the time he sent the message, it was actually four in the morning.

What's urgent, you need to travel at this time?

Song Wenting went downstairs after washing up in the master bedroom, and Aunt Zhang came out with a basket of freshly baked steamed dumplings.

The moment he saw her, he greeted her with a smile and called her:

"Mrs. Ji, let's have breakfast."

Song Wenting was actually not used to this name, but she didn't know what to think, but in the end she didn't stop it.

"Thank you." She sat down.

There is a rich breakfast on the table, the casserole is full of three delicacies porridge, and a few side dishes are placed beside it. The dumplings in the steamer are crystal clear, and the wrapped shrimp and vegetables can be seen faintly.

She moved her index finger, put one in her mouth, chewed and tasted the taste carefully, and couldn't help but comment on the taste from time to time.

The smile on Aunt Zhang's face became more dazzling, and the corners of her mouth seemed to raise her eyebrows: "Yan Zhou told you that you like this mouthful, so I learned a few tricks from my old partner. The skill is not bad."

The aroma filled his mouth, and the rich juice soaked in the scent of shrimp and corn greens stimulated his taste buds. Song Wenting was stunned, thinking of the breakfast shop at the entrance of the high school.

Her favorite was the steamed dumplings.

Later, when she went back to school, she also bought it once, but the taste was different from before.

I don't know if the people have changed, or the master's craftsmanship has changed.

At that time, she would occasionally run into Ji Yanzhou at the school gate. He was always surrounded by a group of boys with the same long arms and legs, but he was still the most dazzling one in the crowd.

They looked like a group of wanton teenagers, and walked towards the school gate under the eyes of countless girls secretly looking at them.

Sometimes he would pass by Song Wenting, who was buying breakfast, and the people next to him would look down, but he never squinted, and never once.

At that time, he actually noticed her, didn't he?

Noticed that she often bought steamed dumplings from that store, even now?

But how could it be?

He has never had his eyes above the top, and many girls who are prettier than her have confessed to him, and he has also heard him say that he doesn't like girls like her.

And at that time, Xu Xinning was the only one around him who allowed Xu Xinning to exist, so he was the one who liked her.

Until yesterday, he still told her not to cause trouble, and didn't allow her to have any chance to expose Xu Xinning's previous hurt.

So, he actually still likes Xu Xinning in his heart, but he doesn't know when he had a good impression of her. He thinks that she is easy to handle and bully, so it's not impossible to keep her in this marriage with some thought. .

With a frown of delicate eyebrows, two big characters suddenly appeared in his mind: Scumbag?

"Mrs. Ji?"

Aunt Zhang recalled her wandering thoughts, Song Wenting returned to her senses, Mei Mei fell from Aunt Zhang's gestured gaze to the table, and the phone vibrated "buzzing".

Song Wenting panicked when the words "Grandma Ji" were displayed in the remarks.

She quickly put down her chopsticks, got up and walked to the sofa before answering the phone: "Grandma."

"Hey, listen." Grandma Ji's voice sounded full of enthusiasm, "Are you free today? Come back for a meal."

She got straight to the point, and Song Wenting's cheeks were hot.

After the two families talked about their marriage last time, Song Wenting asked Gu Yin to call Grandma Ji, she was afraid that she would be angry.

Listening to her tone, the old man didn't take what happened last time to his heart at all, and Song Wenting also guessed the guilty conscience of people's hearts.

She quickly agreed, then thought of Ji Yanzhou again: "But Yanzhou...he's on a business trip."

Grandma Ji said as it should: "It doesn't matter whether he is here or not, the main reason is that grandma misses you."

"Okay." This kind of direct enthusiasm made Song Wenting a little embarrassed.

After hanging up the phone, she thought about it and sent Ji Yanzhou a message: 【Grandma invited me home for dinner today. 】

Thinking a little bluntly, she added another sentence: [Okay, I'll wait for you to come back. 】

This sentence is a reply to the itinerary he reported to her.

Covering his slightly hot cheeks, Song Wenting went to the table again, and went out with his bag when he was 80% full.

In the morning, still went to Chen Yan's place, met Shen Heqing, and the two made an appointment for lunch.

What Song Wenting did not expect was that Shen Heqing called Qiao Ling in the middle of the meal.

As soon as she entered the box, she revealed her beautiful oval face from the tightly packed package. The moment she took off her sunglasses, her long arms lifted her wavy hair, which was extremely beautiful and aggressive.

She has the same temperament. Under Shen Heqing's introduction, she turned her eyes lightly, stretched out her hand towards her indifferently, pressed her palms together, and quickly moved away.

"Listen, she has such a temper, don't mind."

Song Wenting had never seen Shen Heqing's eyes look like pampering, and he looked at the woman a few more times in his heart. Seeing the somewhat indifferent gaze over there, Song Wenting smiled and shook his head: "I am a fan of sister Qiao Ling."

Qiao Ling was holding the vegetable leaves, and finally smiled when she heard the words, and she asked, "Which one do you like the most?"

Song Wenting deserves it quickly: "War," Phoenix, and "Smoke Waves."

"None of these are the best."

"Actually, I like "Dust" the most."

Qiao Ling pursed her red lips with a bit of interest, "Coincidentally, I like it the most too."

As she spoke, she stretched her neck, motioning for Shen Heqing to take off the thin necklace that was caught by her collar. Shen Heqing looked uncomfortable, and leaned over to comfort her: "It's okay."

Qiao Ling swept her eyebrows, then looked back at Song Wenting's face, and asked suddenly: "You seem to have a good relationship."

Her meaning was too obvious, Song Wenting looked at Shen Heqing's helpless expression, and smiled lightly: "Yes, he exists just like my brother."

Shen Heqing stretched out her arms, picked up a piece of fish for Qiao Ling, and conveniently picked up a piece of green leafy vegetable for Song Wenting.

Qiao Ling's eyes sank slightly, and her bright red lips burst into a smile: "Brother? But I don't seem to have heard you call before. And Ah Qing, I told you to 'listen'." She raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on Shen Heqing's indifferent eyes on purpose. On the expression, "Call me 'Qiao Ling'."

After the words fell, Song Wenting clearly felt that Shen Heqing's mood had changed.

Before Shen Heqing could speak, she called out: "Brother Ah Qing, you and sister Qiao Ling, eat first. I...my friend called me, so I'll go first."

Song Wenting was about to carry her bag and walk out the door, but Shen Heqing suddenly called her: "Listen, sit down."

"what?"

Song Wenting didn't really want to stay, she wanted to give them some space.

But when she met Shen Heqing's eyes, she suddenly realized that if she left now, it would be even more unclear.

So she had to sit down again, and she explained: "Sister Qiao Ling, Shen Heqing and I are definitely not what you think, we are just friends, we have grown up together since we were young, we are just like relatives."

Qiao Ling picked at the fish in the bowl, and retorted unmoved: "Just because you treat him as his relative doesn't mean he regards you as his relative."

"Qiao Ling." Shen Heqing suppressed her voice, and suddenly said, "Enough is enough."

Qiao Ling was still unaffected, she smiled sweetly at him: "Since you, Bai Yueguang, are not her, then who else?"

Song Wenting also looked up in shock, but Shen Heqing's face darkened.

A silent and oppressive atmosphere circulated around.

Song Wenting was on pins and needles, and finally Shen Heqing motioned her to go first.

Qiao Ling leisurely poked at the fish in the bowl without saying hello to her. Song Wenting froze and wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, and walked out of the private room.

But the moment she just walked out, Qiao Ling said, "I hate fish the most."

"Shen Heqing, it's been almost six years, can't you forget her?"

And next to them, someone recorded the debate just now on the screen through the gap.

Song Wenting departed from the Guqin Research Institute at 5:30.

She wanted to take a taxi, but the little girl Xia Nan insisted on taking her.

However, Song Wenting finally let her send it.

The little girl loves to say that she has a heavy heart for gossip, and she picked Song Wenting along the way to understand her and Ji Yanzhou's marriage thoroughly.

In front of Ji's old house, looking at the grand door, he even boasted: "Sister Wen Ting, I wish you happiness!"

happiness?

Song Wenting laughed and waved to the little girl before stepping into the house.

The front yard is well-organized, with a well-proportioned European-style courtyard layout. Now it is the season of Chinese roses, which is a treat for the nose and eyes.

After entering the door to change shoes, he was the first to meet Xu Zhiya who came out.

Then there's Grandma Ji sitting on the sofa.

She was looking at her phone on the sofa, wearing a pair of retro glasses with brown borders and gold-trimmed thin chains. When she heard the sound, she immediately stood up and walked quickly towards Song Wenting.

"Listen, you are here."

Song Wenting greeted her. Grandma Ji held her phone in one hand and pulled Song Wen to sit on the leather sofa with the other.

There was a soft sheepskin pad on it, and before the soft touch could reach the bottom of her heart, the mobile phone that Grandma Ji had been holding directly moved to Song Wenting's eyes.

Then he met a pair of black eyes like lacquer, and the familiar handsome face that filled the screen was right in front of him, as if he was very close to her.

Her heart was beating rapidly, and Grandma Ji smiled and motioned her to take over the phone: "Listen, come, and say a few words to your husband."

The sound of "husband" made Song Wenting's heart shudder for a while, and she was inexplicably nervous.

The phone he was holding was hot like a potato, Song Wenting simply turned the camera to the sofa, leaving only half of his face in the camera.

The camera flickered a few times over there, and then the face pulled back a few steps, and Song Wenting could clearly see the layout behind Ji Yanzhou.

Like in a hotel.

His light voice fell: "Are you hungry?"

Both the expression and the tone looked very natural, but it seemed that he was more embarrassed in front of him.

Song Wenting endured the discomfort and shook her head gently, her other hand suddenly touched a bag, and she suddenly said, "I ate candy."

"..."

After she finished speaking, the tips of her ears instantly heated up, she frowned angrily, and inexplicably mentioned some candy.

There seemed to be a laugh over there, but when he looked at it again, his expression was still lukewarm, and he said "um": "That thing is not enough to be hungry."

"Oh." Song Wenting, "It's alright, it's time to eat."

"Yeah." He sounded uninterested.

Then no one spoke.

The sudden silence made Song Wenting very embarrassed, but in just a few seconds, Grandma Ji's voice suddenly interjected: "What kind of attitude do you have, when you go out, you don't know how to say sweet words to your wife, put on that stinky face Who sees?"

After grandma finished speaking, as if she was really angry, she got up and walked directly into the room.

Song Wenting bit her lip, wondering if she should come forward to comfort him.

"What kind of sweet words do you want to hear, wife."

His voice was mixed in the spacious living room, like an echo, and the shocked Song Wenting almost couldn't hold the phone.

But that sentence doesn't actually have any emotion. It's like he prevaricates grandma's remarks just now, and said it casually, showing a rare indifference to her.

A heart gradually calmed down, Song Wenting shook his head with a trembling eyelashes, and changed the subject: "You...have you eaten?"

"Um."

He still responded with a sound, and Song Wenting's eyes only looked straight at him now, wanting to see what happened to him, looking unhappy.

But as soon as his eyes fell, the man in the camera was raising his hand to unbutton his shirt.

The knuckles are clearly slender, familiar and indifferent, starting from the collar down, one by one, the cold white neck goes down, is the beautiful collarbone, and deeper is...

But his hand suddenly stopped here, and Song Wenting's swallowing motion was inexplicable.

"That's over." He seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but before he could, he ran out of patience.

Picking up the phone directly, want to hang it up without any nostalgia.

"Wait." Song Wenting shouted anxiously, and then asked gently, "Are you going to take off?"

"..."

The words made her whole body seem to be steaming hot, and the hot Song Wen heard her cheeks blushing. She quickly removed the screen, revealing only one almond eye, and stared at him like this.

"Want me to continue?" He raised the camera and moved closer to prevent her from seeing the part below the neck. He lightly opened his thin lips and said casually, "This is another price."

"?"

"However, let me give you a preferential price." He said coldly, "Come to my room tomorrow night, you can look at it however you want, and you can touch it."

"But you have to sleep with me. Sleep."

Song Wenting understood, this person still complained about her sleeping in separate beds last night.

Before he could react, footsteps came from behind.

Song Wenting cut off the call directly.