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Chapter 41 Answer
"Have you only ever liked one person?"
The woman's voice was clear and pleasing to the ear, and everyone's curious eyes circled back and forth between the two of them.
Ji Yanzhou was also stunned for a few seconds, then his gaze fell on the woman's pretty face, and he asked back, "What?"
Obviously everyone present heard it, but he still pretended not to hear clearly.
"Brother Yan, don't try to change the subject." Chen Qiyang yelled, kindly explaining the repetition for him, "Sister-in-law asked you, how many girls have you liked since you were young?"
This question is indeed very profound.
Ji Yanzhou pressed his black eyes, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you know that I have someone I like?"
His eyes stared at Song Wenting for a moment, as if he was testing.
Song Wenting pinched the palm of his hand with his knuckles, endured his heartbeat and explained: "I...I guess, there should be."
After speaking, there was heat behind ear, and couldn't see clearly through the dark color.
The young couple spoke dumb words well, everyone looked like you were looking at me and I was looking at you, but they shook their heads frequently in their hearts. Judging from this situation, there is a high probability that the man's usual behavior gave the woman a lot of illusions of being playful and merciless.
How many more?
Seeing her serious expression, Ji Yanzhou smiled angrily.
An Junheng, who was sitting opposite, was even more amused: "This man's eyes have grown on the top of his head since he was a child. Don't worry, my sister. He doesn't even look down on him like my little sister. He must have never liked anyone else."
Yan Sen, who was silent at the side, also casually said, "Anyway, I can count on one hand."
"Brother Yan is still very clean. I really haven't heard of anyone he likes."
Everyone chattered and started to explain for Ji Yanzhou.
I'm afraid he won't be able to go to bed tonight.
But Song Wenting only stared at Ji Yanzhou, she wanted him to say it himself.
"Okay." Ji Yanzhou finally couldn't stand their exaggerated voices, his eyes were deep.
His eyes were on the woman's beautiful face, she seemed to be just curious, and the eyes were shining brightly, so bright that there was nowhere to hide his deep feelings.
Ji Yanzhou staggered his gaze, and responded lightly: "Well, one."
——Have you only ever liked one person?
— Well, one.
Only ever liked one.
Although it was very light, it was enough for everyone present to hear, including Song Wenting who was sitting very close to him.
The light in her eyes poured out, the radiant beauty was shocking.
Someone in the crowd whistled a few times, and someone asked in disbelief, "Brother, are you really so simple, you only like one?"
"Who is who?"
Just after asking, Gangzi was killed by everyone's eyes.
Someone remedied: "It doesn't matter, this person must be our sister-in-law."
After the words fell, one after another glanced at the eyes with a little deep meaning.
The heat burned all the way from Song Wenting's ears to his cheeks.
But Ji Yanzhou didn't look at her again, breaking the atmosphere coldly: "Are you still playing?"
"Play and play."
This group of people are all gamers. They just tasted the sweetness of some gossip, and now they calmly lead the loser to them.
Only Chen Qiyang looked like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, and finally chose to keep his mouth shut.
In the new round, Song Wenting turned out to be the loser.
The crowd repeated their tricks, refusing to give the right of questioning to Ji Yanzhou.
He started by saying, "Nothing to ask."
But when several men were gearing up to get this right, he changed his mind again: "I'm coming."
Song Wenting laughed out loud, and she waited patiently for his question with an expression on her face.
Those eyes sank in the curvature of her slightly sunken lips, and he repeated her question just now: "What about you?"
you what?
"How many have you liked?"
Ah, Song Wenting's expression relaxed, and a smile crept up his eyebrows. The warm light shone from the side, reflecting a beautiful halo, and his eyes were filled with deep emotions, which was extremely seductive.
Her red lips parted lightly, and she said softly and slowly, "Me too, one."
"..."
"Wow."
The pent-up roars all around came up one after another, and they all looked like they were getting tired of eating ten catties of dog food.
The ones who played better with Ji Yanzhou and made fun of her a few times.
However, the distinct profile of the banquet boat became more and more cold, like the deep snow on the trees in winter, which did not melt all year round.
He didn't stop for a moment on the woman's smile, and he ignored everyone's laughter and got up in a blink of an eye and went outside.
Yan Sen followed him out.
The light in the corridor was very dark. Ji Yanzhou received a call from her mother, Meng Ranyuan, who was in the United States. She said that she was preparing to return to China and hoped to have a light meal with them on the day she returned to China.
Ji Yanzhou was casual, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his tone.
It wasn't until five minutes later that it cut off the phone and Yan Sen approached.
There was also a cigarette and a lighter that he threw over.
Ji Yanzhou looked at the lake outside the window, and the cold wind blew the corner of the jacket and fluttered.
Like a butterfly flapping its wings.
"Why don't you smoke?" Yan Sen took a deep breath and exhaled blue and white smoke from his mouth.
Ji Yanzhou handed him the cigarette and lighter again: "Quit."
As he said that, the figure avoided him by a few steps.
Yan Sen smiled: "True wife and slave?"
Ji Yanzhou's eyes did not fall, and his profile was clean and neat. He smiled lightly: "I think too much."
"Oh." Yan Sen didn't break him, they were very familiar, he knew that this man was arrogant, Yan Sen asked, "What's wrong?"
The lake wind invaded, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand to close the window, and said coldly: "Don't worry."
Yan Sen shook off half of the cigarette ashes and laughed: "No one else knows, but I can see it clearly. In the end, it wasn't your little trick that made her lose. What are you pretending to be pure and clean here?"
Ji Yanzhou annoyed him the most. He obviously looked at the Buddha-nature temperament that didn't care about anything, but nothing could escape his eyes.
Ji Yanzhou ignored him.
Yan Sen didn't care either, he deliberately wanted to poke into his heart tonight: "You asked for the right to let her lose, but you didn't get the answer you wanted in the end." He continued with a smirk, "So, Aren't you doing it yourself?"
The jaw line tightened inexplicably, Ji Yanzhou looked at him coldly, and then looked at him: "I can't solve the problem of killing a fiancée halfway, are you busy?"
Yan Sen: "?"
After putting out the cigarette butt, Yan Sen left a sentence: "Okay, if you ask me to inquire about any news in the future, just weigh it more."
"..."
When Ji Yanzhou returned to the box again, the game stopped playing.
Song Wenting was tilting her head to listen carefully to An Junheng's wife Lu Sipei and a few girls who wentssip about the collapsed male star in the entertainment circle recently.
She listened carefully.
Concentrating until Ji Yanzhou walked to her side, Song Wenting came back to his senses.
The man leaned over and took her by the wrist, and took her up the seat.
Immediately pick up the mobile phone and car keys on the desktop, and say goodbye to everyone.
Song Wenting waved to Lu Sipei in a blink of an eye: "Let's go first."
Lu Sipei enthusiastically took her other hand and told her to go back and remember to use her WeChat.
"it is good."
When he went out, the cool breeze blew Song Wenting's thin clothes along the air vent. Today, he was wearing a skirt, and the skirt was shorter than before, revealing two white and thin calves.
Goosebumps popped up instantly.
From the corridor window edge, icy rain fell.
It was raining at some point outside.
Ji Yanzhou threw the coat to her.
The shadow did not stop.
He took her to a small private kitchen restaurant not far from here to have some dinner, Song Wenting ate as little as usual.
Tonight's banquet boat doesn't seem to have any appetite.
The hand held by him was still warm and strong, and Song Wenting couldn't figure out his temper anymore.
"Aren't you feeling well?"
Sitting in the co-pilot, the words she cared about fell down.
"No." After Ji Yanzhou responded lightly, he stopped talking.
Song Wenting bit his lips subconsciously, and murmured: "Then...is there something wrong with me?"
Clean eyes and a good-tempered look.
So cute.
The sharp Adam's apple slid up and down, and Ji Yanzhou covered his unfamiliar eyes and whispered: "No, you did a good job."
Ji Yanzhou didn't look at her very much, Song Wenting watched him start to adjust the seat, and then threw a candy from the partition box in the central control room.
"Just now, the taste is a little big, press it."
They ate roast meat at night, which was a heavy drink for them who also liked a light diet.
After he finished speaking, he started to start the car without looking at her.
Song Wenting held the familiar candy in his palm, and quickly pulled his arm over the steering wheel with one hand.
"Then why don't you want to ignore me?" The tone was so wrong.
In the blink of an eye, the woman's pitiful appearance fell into her eyes, and her eyes darkened a few times.
He pursed his thin lips: "What's wrong?"
Song Wenting: "You didn't talk to me just now after eating."
"Oh." Ji Yanzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed, but his eyes were still cold, "Then what do you want me to do with you?"
"..."
Song Wenting was obviously asked, but did not respond for a while.
Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell back again, and then suddenly leaned over, his long arm pulled out the seat belt from behind her shoulder, the seat belt was buckled with a "slap" sound, and the body followed.
There was nothing to say all the way, ten minutes later, the car stopped in the underground garage.
Take the elevator upstairs.
Song Wenting kept replying messages with his eyes downcast.
In the high school group, it has been very active recently. Song Wenting is usually set to mute, and occasionally clears the message.
The message box she emptied not long ago was filled with a lot of words.
Song Wenting was not very familiar with them, so after clicking in, he quit without looking carefully.
until the elevator stopped on their floor.
One ladder, one household, the doorway is wide and quiet.
After changing shoes, the door was closed behind Ji Yanzhou.
Song Wenting put away his mobile phone, and then he remembered something and explained: "You were not at home yesterday, and Aunt Zhang asked me for leave. Her mother is sick, and she has to go back to the county to take care of her for a few days."
"Hmm." Ji Yanzhou walked straight to the drinking water area, his back was tall and indifferent.
Song Wenting put away his phone and wanted to go upstairs: "I'll take a shower first."
Unexpectedly, just as he took a step forward, a cold voice came from behind him: "Did you just ask me to talk to you?"
Song Wenting looked puzzled.
"come over."
Ji Yanzhou was lazily leaning against the side of the operating table, the corner was not turned on, and his dark eyes were hidden and became more and more unpredictable.
The whole person is bathed in the dark, like a hungry wolf eager to hunt, full of aggression.
Clutching the phone tightly with his fingertips, Song Wenting didn't dare to step forward.
Subconsciously, he took a small step back.
Just one small step.
Before Song Wenting had time to react, the man had already strode towards her with cold eyes.
Then the slender waist was imprisoned by his big hands, and his body was pulled into his arms by him in an instant.
Wrapped in the familiar awe-inspiring cedar breath, it caused bursts of heart throbbing.
"Ji Banquet Boat," she just said.
The man's big hands all the way down from her slender waist, slipped from the large coat she was wearing, held her short skirt, and wrapped around her delicate legs.
There is no separation of clothes and fabrics here, and his big palm directly touches her skin, which is slightly rough and has a coarse-grained texture, which easily makes her tremble.
The man moved neatly, before she could think about it, his body flew into the air.
She was carried by him like a child, and went upstairs directly.
Song Wenting's cheeks were flushed with shame, and his two small hands rested on his broad shoulders, his voice trembling: "What are you going to do?!"
The man ignored her in the slightest, his tense profile was awe-inspiring and cold.
Regardless of her kitty temper, Ji Yanzhou pushed away the master bedroom with big strides, and put Song Wenting directly on the big bed.
His body sank into the soft mattress, wrapping her comfortably, the man lowered his head, swiped his long hand, and took off her single shoes in a few seconds.
The whole person was hugged and released by him again, and fell into a deeper bedding again.
Song Wenting couldn't care about her comfort at the moment, she stared at the man's dark eyes with wide eyes, and shrank back inexplicably.
Like a small animal being stared at by prey, its eyes are full of puzzlement and astonishment.
But how could the hunter let the prey in his mouth escape, Ji Yanzhou unbuttoned the top black shirt button with one hand.
When she was about to retreat to the edge of the bed, she bent down, clasped her slender ankles with her long hands, and then exerted force.
The woman was pulled directly under him.
Song Wenting's heart was beating wildly in shock, she felt that Ji Yanzhou was very fierce at this moment, and subconsciously wanted to back up again.
But the man didn't give her the slightest retreat, and the tall body directly attached to her.
The familiar palpitating breath pressed her down and couldn't move.
The arm supported by her ear is slender and powerful, and the vigorous muscle lines reveal the blue veins with distinct meridians.
He lowered his eyelashes, his cold white eyelids were half-closed, and a hot and hot kiss fell behind his ears.
Song Wenting flinched from the stimulation, and instantly his body seemed to be placed on a cloud, with a heart lifted up by him, his whole body was limp and limp.
His kisses slid from behind the ears to the lobes.
"Jiyanzhou..." Before falling into addiction, she forced herself to pull back her sanity.
Her little hand pressed against the man's hot chest.
The strong and heavy heart beat in the palm of the hand.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She asked with difficulty.
The light and soft kiss finally stopped at the end of her trembling eyes.
"Didn't you say I ignore you?" His voice was horribly hoarse.
Song Wenting's cheeks became even hotter. She bit her lips and retorted in a low voice: "I didn't mean that."
"Yeah." His lips brushed against Song Wenting's thin eyes, and he couldn't help but not know whether he heard it clearly or not.
Obviously he didn't drink tonight.
Song Wenting clenched his palms tightly, and Wei Wei tried to push him a little further away.
Unexpectedly, the man's kiss went directly across her trembling eyelashes.
The heart stopped suddenly.
After a long time, he continued to kiss her, ignoring her resistance, he grabbed the hand she was resisting in front of his chest with his big hand, and pulled it directly to the sides of her face.
The kiss continued, very lightly and slowly, as if treating a beloved treasure, Song Wenting could no longer think about it, and indulged in his gentle kiss.
Until the kiss was withdrawn from the eyebrows, it didn't fall.
Song Wenting opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, the man's eyes were extremely deep, and the emotions suppressed by him dyed the tails of his peach blossom eyes a little crimson.
It looks both stunning and captivating.
"ask you a question."
His long dark eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes stared at the stunning eyes of the woman below him.
The thin lips stained with tempting water-stained lips lifted lightly: "Why did you smile at me so many times today?"
Song Wenting was stunned for a moment, and then his extremely soft voice sounded: "What do you think is the reason?"
With a bit of cunning wrapped in his eyes, he suddenly changed from a cat to a demon.
Ji Yanzhou's aggressive body leaned up tightly, breathing in his sensitive ears, he said hoarsely: "You fancy me, want to catch me?"
"Um?"
Immediately, he didn't give her the slightest time to react, his lips pressed up.
Unlike the gentleness just now, at this moment he is like a wolf who really shows his true colors, fierce and arrogant, his warm lips are against hers, and he is grinding hard.
Song Wenting couldn't take it anymore, he... made a sound.
At this moment, his teeth were pried open by him, and he rushed in. The strong smell of good smell penetrated into every part of her mouth, the tip of her tongue was hooked, and the strong invasion made her unable to escape.