"envy?"

The man lightly raised his eyebrows, looking over his eyes as if he was saying: I am like this, do I still need to be jealous of others?

Song Wenting chuckled lightly: "He plays the violin better than you."

The familiar bell of the opposite school suddenly rang, and then heard the loud clamor in the early morning air, which seemed inexplicably warm.

But the dark eyes staring at her were deeply emotional. He casually leaned back and asked her directly, "Have you seen me play the piano?"

His tone was very casual, and his half-rolled cuffs showed sharp muscle lines.

Maybe on purpose.

But Song Wenting nodded seriously: "Well, when I was a freshman in high school, at Mingsi Lake, I heard you practice the piano."

She stirred the soy milk in the bowl and added a little sugar.

Then he raised his almond eyes to look at him: "Did you forget?"

Ji Yanzhou immediately thought of that time, she looked white with a small face, as if he was going to bite her and drag her away, and the eyes of the deer were full of panic, wrapped in unease and timidity.

Even politeness was lost, and the back of hurriedly fleeing was unavoidable for him.

"Well." Ji Yanzhou frowned, "Forgot."

"..."

lie.

Song Wenting glanced at him frequently, feeling surprised for a while.

He clearly wrote in his diary that he was very concerned about this matter, but the words he said were so indifferent that no one could notice the slightest intention.

A whole body of arrogance.

Thinking about it, the man opposite has stood up.

He took out the phone in his pocket and answered it.

His voice returned to its calm, unwavering calm.

He was not wearing a suit today, but a casual, black coat, loose and comfortable, which was placed on his broad shoulders, giving him a youthful and approachable feeling.

Song Wenting approached with his bag, his eyes swayed over the other hand he was hanging, and then moved his right hand slightly, slowly approaching.

His cold voice hit his ears, and Song Wenting held his breath until the back of his hand touched the back of his hand.

The voice of the man's voice was obvious, and he looked down at her.

Long and curly slender eyelashes fluttered, Song Wenting looked straight ahead, looking very serious.

Down the knuckles with clear veins, the soft and small hand got into the man's wide palm.

Palms pressed together, Song Wenting let out a light breath.

The first time did this kind of thing, the back of ear was inexplicably hot.

Naturally she looked up at him.

The gaffe seems to be just that moment, Ji Yanzhou's expression has returned to normal, and the jaw line stretches out a beautiful arc.

"Okay, come to the company right away."

When the words fell, Ji Yanzhou put away his mobile phone.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he took advantage of the situation and pulled Song Wenting forward.

It seems quite comfortable and natural.

In the end, he said, "Send me back to the company first."

The light in his eyes was dim, Song Wenting couldn't help but squeeze Ji Yanzhou's big hand tightly, and asked: "Don't go back to sleep?"

"There's something wrong." Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell back, only to realize that the emotions she showed today were a little wrong.

So under the dark eyes, the familiar teasing sounded, "Are you willing to sleep with me?"

Song Wenting knew he was talking about simply sleeping, but he couldn't help but shudder.

She looked at him and nodded.

With a pure and lustful look, the man's eyes instantly became darker.

He started, pulling the woman to his face.

Leaning over, he leaned closer to his ear, his voice hoarse: "Why are you so active today?"

Song Wenting's ears go numb.

He said again: "Huh?"

The thin lips seemed to touch her earlobe, and the breath was hot.

The palms are wet.

Song Wenting couldn't hold it anymore, she broke free slightly, and finally returned to the normal distance: "Also... no."

Afraid of seeing his shady eyes, Song Wenting quickly shifted his gaze, then went around to the driver's seat to unlock the car, and got into the car.

Along the way, Ji Yanzhou was answering the phone.

Several recently invested films are about to be released, and one of the male protagonists collapsed. This star is one of the biggest names in the circle, and in the early years, he has always gained countless female fans with his self-discipline and abstinence.

Later, with one TV series after another, he became famous in the circle.

All along, there has been no black stuff.

But as soon as it exploded, it exploded directly into the detention center.

The company has been busy for him.

When Ji Yanzhou hung up the phone, his face became worse, his complexion was whiter, cold and hard.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Song Wenting was waiting at the traffic light and took out a bag of medicine from the front compartment.

She took it with her when she went home to get the keys.

Ji Yanzhou took the bag and hooked it with his long fingers, trying not to drop it.

"Here's medicine for cold and fever. You can take a little according to the symptoms."

The car finally stopped, Song Wenting tilted his head to look at him, his brows subconsciously furrowed when he met his face, and then raised his hand to touch his smooth forehead directly.

The palms were as hot as when they were holding hands just now, and a sweet fragrance immediately entered the nostrils.

Her soft voice continued: "I don't have a fever either."

Ji Yanzhou felt that he was getting sicker.

He looked at the bags under his eyes with long eyelashes, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I came to pick up the plane early in the morning, then I touched and held hands, and now, I'm delivering medicine."

He had a grumpy expression, and finally showed some wantonness that he had always had all along, and that little smile that didn't reach his eyes was even more slutty, and he said in a low and deep voice: "What? Want to catch me?"

"..."

The hands holding the steering wheel were clenched tightly, and his heart was pounding.

Song Wenting looked into those eyes with that clear face, she nodded lightly: "Well, I think so."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said it, the man's mood changed slightly, and the smile on his lips disappeared without a trace.

His eyes were as dark as the deep sea at midnight, grabbing her half and making her unable to move.

Ji Yanzhou put away his indecency, and asked in a low voice, "Speak clearly, what do you want?"

The appearance of wanting to eat people made Song Wenting inexplicably afraid.

So he hesitated for a few seconds.

Just a few seconds.

But when he wanted to speak again, the man had already unbuckled his seat belt.

"I told you earlier, don't say such things to me."

The tall figure stepped out of the car door, and his voice faded, "Be careful when driving."

The sound of the door closing with a "bang" echoed powerfully in the underground garage.

Song Wenting looked at the back of the man walking away, feeling a little sullen and at a loss for a while.

He didn't seem to like her being so close to him.

However, he clearly said so.

He likes her.

Song Wenting's mood was still a little depressed until he came to the recording studio.

She seems to have screwed up.

He doesn't like her teasing him.

However, Yue Yao said that if she likes someone, she should like it quite a lot.

Xu Shi felt Song Wenting's absence. After recording the Guqin DEMO in the afternoon, Shen Heqing took her directly to the institute.

In the institute, together with the masters, we sorted out the ancient books of the Tang Dynasty.

Slow work and meticulous work, there is no room for distractions.

So Song Wenting had to put aside his thoughts and devote himself to it.

It was not until nearly five o'clock when she left the dark room and went to the office behind the hall that she saw the phone call from Ji Yanzhou an hour ago.

She wiped her hands before calling back.

His language was neat and tidy, and he asked her where she was. He set off at six o'clock to pick her up for a dinner party.

As for what and where to have dinner together, Song Wenting had not had time to ask, and the phone had already been hung up.

Song Wenting saw that it was still early, so he simply continued to go to the restoration room to watch Shen Heqing re-enact a guqin score with a focused expression.

He was very attentive and very patient.

Song Wenting couldn't help thinking of Qiao Ling, and her words lingered in his ears last time.

According to Qiao Ling's meaning, it means that Shen Heqing has white moonlight.

So, who is it?

She was really curious.

She swore to herself that when his page was over, she would ask. But unfortunately, Shen Heqing's movements were too slow, she waited for another half an hour, and the sheet music was still worthy of being reproduced halfway.

Song Wenting was about to get up, no wait.

Shen Heqing saw her movement and got up together.

When the two went out together, Shen Heqing asked, "Have dinner together tonight?"

Standing at the gate, Song Wenting sent Ji Yanzhou a position.

Then she shook her head: "There are arrangements for tonight."

Shen Heqing didn't force it either.

He accompanied Song Wenting to stand by the roadside and wait.

"Qiao Ling said before that you have white moonlight." Song Wenting finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Who is it, why have I never heard of you."

Shen Heqing's face darkened, and his eyes flicked through the endless stream of traffic.

His words were scattered in the wind: "Mu Xingjia."

Song Wenting inexplicably felt a huge emotion in his tone, and she froze.

Shen Heqing's voice continued to sound: "Her name."

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

Song Wenting opened his lips to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word.

"Listen, cherish the people in front of you."

"Beep" a horn sounded, Song Wenting returned to his senses.

Looking across the traffic flow to the opposite side.

The man pushed open the car door and strode over.

In addition to the sound of "cherish the person in front of me", there is the sound of footsteps walking towards her step by step on the opposite side.

Ji Yanzhou approached, and his eyes fell on her dazed expression.

Some dissatisfied turned their heads to look at Shen Heqing.

The other side gave him a gentle smile: "Okay, I will leave it to you, and I will go first."

Song Wenting waved to him hastily.

Looking at the lonely back, he fell into deep thought.

Mu Xingjia.

The name is very strange.

Why did he say that? Did something happen to this girl?

"Hey, do you have a conscience?" The man stretched out his hand to cover her sight, and his voice was slightly dissatisfied, "You man is here, what are you looking at?"

you man? !

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat, his long eyelashes trembled in his palms, and he felt numb and numb, and rushed directly into the apex of his heart.

Ji Yanzhou retracted his long arms.

He pulled her straight to the front of the car and stuffed her directly into it.

The driver has become Zhou Chen. He greeted her and started driving.

The two people in the back seat, one on the left and the other on the right, are clearly separated.

Ji Yanzhou seems to be very busy, and the phone doesn't stop.

After he hung up the phone, Song Wenting put his face on him again: "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Well, I ate." Ji Yanzhou looked sideways, looked into her clear eyes, and added inexplicably, "Thank you."

His voice was indeed much clearer than in the morning.

Song Wenting bit her lip, still a little bit unable to resist all the real eyes in his eyes, and said a shy "um".

Fear that he doesn't like his initiative.

Maybe what he likes has always been his former self, that cold self.

So in the second half of the journey, she returned to her previous state, silent.

She pulled out her phone, replied to the group leader about the performance, and chatted with Yue Yao.

The car finally stopped.

"get off."

Song Wenting got off the car and found out that this is a private club with a nice environment and quiet and secluded.

They made their way around the hall to the box.

Song Wenting stopped suddenly.

Aware of her movements, Ji Yanzhou took her hand and comforted her: "Don't be nervous, just me and I grew up together."

Song Wenting suddenly remembered that he had said similar things to her when he got off the car when he went to his house that night to get the certificate.

She nodded and walked in with him.

There is a lot of space inside, and there is everything to eat, drink and play. In front of the card table, several men have already sat.

On the opposite sofa, a few men and women were also crowded together, and they seemed to be playing games.

Someone heard the movement, raised their eyes and looked over, and then exclaimed: "Brother Yan is here."

Everyone turned their eyes, and the gaze that fell on Song Wenting was obviously scrutinized and tentative.

Ji Yanzhou's hand was heavy, he changed from holding hands to hugging in an instant, and he put his arms around her and stepped forward.

Then introduce the two sides.

"Chen Qiyang, Yan Sen." He greeted her with a circle, and then pointed to the men and women sitting together on the sofa, "An Junheng, and his wife."

"Hello, sister-in-law." Chen Qiyang said in the loudest voice, "Bro Yan and I are high school classmates, you should have met."

The grin means something: "And the night before."

Song Wenting looked at his clean face and remembered the meeting that night before.

Also, when he was in high school, he often followed Ji Yanzhou and was considered his senior.

She raised a smile and greeted them in turn.

In this game, in addition to a few of them who played better, there were also a few brothers who liked to play in the upper class circle, and they all brought their female companions.

Song Wenting was arranged to be seated in the middle, Ji Yanzhou did it next to each other, and several people stopped.

"Yanzhou, since you got married, you haven't often come out to play." When someone saw him seated, he pushed the female companion next to him and came over.

Ji Yanzhou responded quickly, he stretched out his long arm and walked across from Song Wenting to take the wine glass next to him.

It just blocked the man's approach.

They are all elites in the circle, and they understand what he means at a glance.

But his eyes were still very curious, and he wanted to take a look at the woman beside him.

Unexpectedly, before the eyes were fixed, the cold eyes over there were swept away, and he was shocked and turned his eyes away, not daring to look naked again.

"A few new horses have come to Brother Cheng recently. Do you have time to go and see them together?"

Ji Yanzhou responded loosely, raised his arms slightly, and the wine glass just reached his lips.

But it was pulled by a force.

Someone next to him was about to make a toast, and there were slight changes all around.

Even An Junheng's wife, Lu Sipei, who was the only identifiable present, cast a surprised look.

Everyone knows that these young masters have been held in the arms since they were young, and they are extremely good-looking outside.

Something like being blocked from drinking in front of so many people doesn't seem to be likable.

Not to mention the Ji family's young master who has always been accustomed to being casual.

Who knew that instead of being angry, he lifted up his peach eyes and stared at the woman with interest: "Do you want to control me?"

Song Wenting also reacted the moment she grabbed his cuff, and felt a little embarrassed, but she still held on to the soft fabric and didn't let go.

"You're still sick."

The sound ray pressed gently and softly, like a feather, and brushed in Ji Yanzhou's heart, causing ripples.

He lowered his eyes and put down his wine glass.

The moment Song Wenting let go of his hand, a figure suddenly jumped over from the card table, and he laughed and said, "Why, Brother Yan listens to your sister-in-law so much?"

Ji Yanzhou pulled his upper body back, leaned halfway on the sofa, and glanced at someone sneering: "Ang, or I will listen to you?"

"Don't dare."

The visitor was very young and dressed like a college student. Song Wenting was recalling the introduction just now, and An Junheng next to him pulled back his thoughts: "Gangzi, why don't you stop fighting?"

Xu Cheng just waved his hand and shook his head: "Yan Sen's mansion is too deep to play."

Everyone laughed and joked a few times along the topic.

Song Wenting was sitting upright, with a serious and focused profile, just like the way he listened to lectures in middle school.

Ji Yanzhou's arm on the sofa moved forward, and with the approaching body, the arm directly put on the woman's thin and thin shoulder.

The men clearly felt the woman's stiffness.

"Ask a question?"

His posture was laid-back and lazy, the strength of his arms slackened, and the warmth of his back against his body hit.

The voices of the crowd instantly became the background noise, and Song Wenting only heard the sentence he asked next to his ear.

With her fingertips curled subconsciously, she asked, "What?"

"Am I obedient?"

"..."

"Um?"

Song Wenting's body softened, remembering that he put down his wine glass obediently just now, and was about to nod for no reason.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Come on, play a few games and move on to the next one."

Chen Qiyang was the loudest, and he began to call them: "Brother Yan, sister-in-law, stop whispering there, come and play a few games?"

His eyes gleamed.

Ji Yanzhou took a look at it and then retracted his eyes, and put his arms down, but his body was always close to hers, and he asked, "Do you want to play?"

It was the first time he was brought into his circle by Ji Yanzhou, and Song Wenting didn't want to lose face.

He nodded along.

The game is very simple, there are about ten men and women at the low table.

Chen Qiyang shook the dice and explained the rules.

It's a game similar to you ask me to answer. The person who shakes the lowest point has to accept the question and answer test. If he lies, he will be punished.

Some traditions are boring, but because these people play openly, all kinds of topics that are not taboo are thrown up one after another.

At the beginning, someone lost, and the topic they were asked was "Are you single?"

To "What do you regret the most?"

Later, a girl who rolled the dice to the smallest point, someone asked, "Have you ever done something you are most proud of?"

The girl replied generously: "Yes, that is to fill the entire diary with the person who has been secretly in love for a long time."

"..."

As soon as the words came out, they immediately aroused curiosity and surprise, precisely because the girl was the little princess of the Feng family from the Huayang technology giant.

She has been spoiled since she was a child, she has a warm and outgoing personality, and it seems that she will never have a crush on him.

Chen Qiyang has been not dealing with this little princess, so he raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "You?"

"Do you still write the person you have a crush on in the diary?" He smiled and patted the shoulder of Ji Yanzhou next to him, and laughed, "Whoever writes a diary is a serious group, right, Brother Yan. ?"

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and flicked that arm away.

Glancing at him coldly, there was an unpredictable meaning in his eyes, which made Chen Qiyang dare not do it again.

Then the topic became more and more serious, and someone asked: "Do you still like your ex?"

Someone asked, "Do you like gays?"

At first Song Wenting was not used to such a scene, and he was a little socially slow, as if he was drifting away from them.

Fortunately, she didn't shake it to the smallest point.

Unfortunately, after the new set, Ji Yanzhou next to her was shot.

His expression was calm and unconcerned.

After the atmosphere had condensed, it began to boil.

Chen Qiyang: "I'll ask!"

The boy named Gangzi before said rudely: "Go away, it's me who wants to ask!"

Ji Yanzhou smiled: "Would you like to go out and fight?"

"Okay, stop fighting."

"This sister-in-law is still here, we give her the rights."

"Yes, yes, sister-in-law, hurry up and take this opportunity to ask what you want to know most."

The topic went back and forth several times, and finally it was Song Wenting.

She tilted her head to meet the man's leisurely gaze, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Have you only ever liked one person?"