Elm City, Hotel Penthouse Suite.

Through the transparent glass door of the bathroom, a long and slender figure covered by the water vapor, leaving only a sharp silhouette line, water drops from the man's forehead along the protruding Adam's apple, and finally hidden into the vigorous Muscle lines, roll off and disappear.

After a few minutes.

Ji Yanzhou went out wrapped in a towel.

The night view of the city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows outlines the Qingjun figure dyed in warm colors.

The phone on the table rang at the right time.

He approached quickly, stooped to pick up his cell phone, and connected the call.

Zhou Chen's voice came from the somewhat noisy atmosphere: "Mr. Ji, we blocked people into the bar, do you want to come over?"

A few strands of hair hung down from the smooth forehead, and the slightly moist arc reflected the man's cold side face even more coldly.

His tone was cold: "Well, come."

The largest entertainment venue in Yu City, it was still full of people near the early morning.

Passing through the dark and damp corridor, Ji Yanzhou followed the guidance of the man in front of him, winding forward. The empty corridor reflected the sound of two staggered footsteps. Go out from the main building and continue to go deep along the alleyway. The bustle of the front building, dull and silent, finally reveals a little light in the darkness.

In front was a dilapidated three-story building. Zhou Chen at the gate walked over immediately after seeing someone coming: "Mr. Ji."

"Hmm." Ji Yanzhou glanced past him and glanced at the gate, "What's going on?"

"There were about five people inside, two men and three women, all of whom took some drugs."

Ji Yanzhou raised his chin towards him, his voice piercing in the cold wind: "Take someone in to clear the place, and leave him alone."

"Okay." Zhou Chen moved quickly, turned around and began to lead people into the door.

Under the dim streetlights, the man was dressed in black, tall and tall. Not long after, there were unbearable voices of men and women screaming, angry, beating and scolding, etc. in the room.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his head and was playing with the phone with one hand.

A leisurely look.

The sound of a woman crying came to my ears, and then a disheveled figure passed him and rushed towards the main building in front.

Ji Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyes, still staring down at the phone screen, waiting for Zhou Chen to end.

The last man fled in a panic from the corner of his eye.

The phone twirled in the palm of his hand, Ji Yanzhou put the phone away neatly in his pocket, and walked into the room with long legs.

Passing through the hall, a man was directly rolled down from upstairs, right at his feet.

Wang Zhiyuan endured the severe pain, propped his arms to remember, and suddenly stepped on the sole of a shoe on the back of his hand, forcing him to continue crawling on the ground.

"You fucking want to...?"

"Ah." Before he finished speaking, the man's foot on the back of his hand pressed his head, and he let out a scream from the pain.

He struggled so hard that the foot finally moved away.

Wang Zhiyuan stood up, and in the dim light, he saw the man's face clearly.

"Ji Yanzhou?" His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, but he quickly realized, "What do you want to do? Breaking into a private house in the middle of the night is going to jail, do you know?"

Ji Yanzhou snorted coldly, a slight smile appeared on his thin lips, but he was extremely indifferent, he took two steps forward, and then said: "Is it your turn to talk to me?"

The movement of his feet was windy, and he kicked him directly to the ground.

As he wailed, Zhou Chen and the three people he brought directly stepped forward, pinned him to the ground, and then beat him severely.

The nearly five minutes of violence ended in Wang Zhiyuan's call to the police at some point.

As soon as he uttered the word "Save..." while his chest was full of blood, it was directly broken in his throat.

"Are you sure calling the police is good for you?" Ji Yanzhou signaled Zhou Chen to stop, and his eyes fell on the slumped figure on the ground, as if he was looking at a dead object, "Which one is not enough for gathering people to take drugs or prostitutes, you continue to sit. prison."

On the extremely blurred face, Wang Zhiyuan's eyes finally dropped a little timidly, he had seen this person's ruthlessness before.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely, "What do you want to do?"

Ji Yanzhou raised his arm, and the dark mark of the scar on it climbed downwards, hiding in the vigorous veins.

He remembered Song Wenting's eyes and panic expression the night he was injured.

The coolness was even worse now, his eyes swept over, and before Wang Zhiyuan had time to react, his right hand was directly taken off by a muscular man next to him.

"Ji Yanzhou, you're fucking crazy." He howled in pain, cursing non-stop,

Ji Yanzhou pressed the figure closer and asked, "Back then, which hand did you use to touch her?"

Wang Zhiyuan raised his head, and didn't understand what he was talking about for a while, but those images flashed through his mind one by one, and he also thought of his investigation after he was released from prison. It seemed that there was no other possibility.

Ji Yanzhou's former girlfriend and current wife.

The girl named Song Wenting is gentle, beautiful, clean and obedient. At the request of the teacher, he was about to successfully put her unconscious on the teacher's bed, but a boyfriend appeared on the way.

The teacher was furious and told him to check it out. He always likes to be single, clean, must be clean, as long as it is clean. So how can a person with a boyfriend be clean? He doesn't want the meat to fly from his mouth, so he has other thoughts.

He tried it for the teacher himself, she was so beautiful, and he made money when he fell asleep.

But in the end he didn't succeed, he didn't even touch the tip of her finger.

Thinking of this, he grinned: "Mr. Ji, what do you think you're trying to do, a woman I've slept with has been so haunting for you for so many years, isn't it bad..."

"what!!"

With another scream, Wang Zhiyuan fainted from the pain.

But the man's expression didn't change at all. His peach blossom eyes were filled with cruelty and cruelty. He couldn't suppress the coldness all over his body. He directly ordered: "Send him to Cambodia."

Zhou Chen responded coldly: "Okay."

The light reflected on the delicate face of the woman on the bed through the tulle, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, the eyelids followed the arc, and Song Wenting was awakened by the light.

With a movement of the body, the pink notebook in his arms fell out.

Song Wenting froze for a few seconds before realizing the contents of this notebook and everything related to it.

The heart beats in the silence of the morning.

She bit her lips lightly, quickly pulled out a phone number from the phone call log, and dialed it.

After a while, Yue Yao's confused voice sounded: "Hello? Listen, what's the matter."

"I..." Song Wenting held the notebook with one hand, his mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't even think of what to say.

But there's only one thing—

She found evidence that Ji Yanzhou liked her.

It's not that she likes him now, but many, many, many years ago, earlier than she liked him.

So, is it a crush?

The same crush as her?

Ji Yanzhou has a crush on her.

"He...he really likes me." With a trembling soft voice, Song Wenting finally said this sentence.

Holding his breath, there was no sound from the microphone, and Song Wenting called out, "Yao Yao?"

After a few seconds, her voice came: "Who?"

"Ji Yanzhou." Song Wenting patiently explained: "Ji Yanzhou really likes me for many years."

After the words fell, my heart trembled again, and my cheeks flushed quickly.

"..."

"What's the situation?" Yue Yao's voice finally became clearer, and she seemed to sit up straighter from the head of the bed, "You two fell asleep, and when the relationship was strong, he lied to you that he liked you? How many years?"

"Yue Yao." Song Wenting frowned slightly, "I'm not kidding."

"..."

Yue Yao finally got serious: "Okay, then tell me what he did to make you change from 'he seems to like me' last time to 'really like me' now."

After she finished speaking, she calmed down and waited casually for Song Wenting's explanation.

Song Wenting tightened her body under the quilt again, and the familiar breath of the man's body invaded her nostrils instantly. She reviewed the matter of her discovery of the notebook from the beginning to the end.

The more he listened, the more Yue Yao frowned, and finally, at the last second of Song Wenting's speech, he uttered a scolding from the soul country: "Damn, he has a crush???"

"I'm dreaming, a person like Ji Yanzhou still has a secret love, laughing to death." Yue Yao, "He didn't deliberately change his notebook to lie to you, did he? Why don't I believe it?"

"Yao Yao, he didn't lie to me."

"Oh." Yue Yao said, "Wait for me to stroke."

"..."

"..."

The two were silent at the same time, and after a while, Yue Yao seemed to try hard to digest the news: "So, he doesn't like that Xu Xinning, but you have always been in love?"

Song Wenting: "Hmm."

After she said "hmm", she felt something was wrong, and quickly changed her words: "I don't know, I don't know if he liked her, he didn't write it in his notebook."

"Okay." Yue Yao said, "Anyway, don't put it on him right away. If a person like him knows that you like him too, he can't just eat all the scum that you eat."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting held the notebook in his hand as if he was reluctant. But don't dare to watch it again.

It's only six o'clock in the morning. I don't know if he wakes up or not. Song Wenting didn't call. He opened the chat record with Ji Yanzhou and typed in a line of words slowly: [When will you be back today? 】

Fingertips continued: [I want to pick you up. 】

This sentence was repeatedly deleted and deleted in the message box. Song Wenting took a deep breath, glanced over the notebook, and sent it out.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the voice call flashed directly in front of him.

Song Wenting was startled, but he didn't expect him to wake up so early.

With a light touch of his fingertips, he hurriedly pressed the connect button. Before Song Wenting could speak, his slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ear: "Awake?"

"Hmm." Song Wenting immediately heard something was wrong, "Have you caught a cold?"

The small expression is slightly wrinkled, and the pink lips are slightly pursed.

Ji Yanzhou stepped out of the airport exit, his voice mixed with a hoarse feeling, which made him immediately frown: "I don't know, it's a little uncomfortable."

Song Wenting nervously wanted to say something, but felt something was wrong. From the other end, a gentle and pleasant female voice repeatedly reported that the flight had arrived, and a few conversations were heard.

Is he at the airport?

"Want to come pick me up?" He mentioned this inexplicably, and smiled coldly, "How come? Take a taxi?"

Song Wenting's expression froze, and he thought of his own car: "I drive."

As if he didn't expect her to drive, Ji Yanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the seat not far away. He was obviously very sleepy, but he was still a little interested, because he really couldn't imagine how she would drive.

He chuckled softly, "Okay."

Song Wenting rolled over from the bed, his eyes lit up: "Well, do you agree with me to drive to pick you up?"

"Yeah." Ji Yanzhou stepped on his long legs, gave up and continued to move forward, turned his steps, and sat down directly on the seat, "Wait for you to pick me up."

Song Wenting stepped on the floor with her bare feet, but she didn't feel cold. She smiled: "Then you wait a while, I. I am very fast."

Ji Yanzhou slightly closed his eyes, which he hadn't closed all night because he was rushing back. He heard the words soothingly: "Take your time, and you won't run."

His voice was soaked in the breeze, and the hoarseness from being ill had an inexplicable meaning, and he continued: "I will wait for you obediently."