Song Wenting clenched the thin card, and the fold between his brows deepened.

Xia Nan was breaking in from outside the door, Song Wenting took the bouquet and stuffed it into Xia Nan's arms.

"Sister Wen Ting, is this from Mr. Ji?" Her eyes were full of envy, looking at the bouquet of flowers, Wen Wan Ya Jing, matched Song Wenting.

But the next second, the woman's red lips lifted slightly, and the two words "No."

Xia Nan: "Huh?"

Song Wenting has received a lot of goodwill, she is calm, just curious.

The fingertips turned from the pink card to the back, and sure enough, there was a small word "Yan" hidden near the edge.

Song Wenting doesn't think he knows anyone with this pronunciation in their name.

So she no longer struggled, put away the card and the bunch of flowers on the table, and didn't look away until the end of the party.

A staff member pushed open the door of the lounge and greeted a group of performers to come on stage one after another.

Song Wenting moved with the crowd, and Xia Nan followed behind with her bag.

Someone happened to walk up to her during this interval. The girl had bright eyes and white teeth. As soon as she opened her mouth, she said, "Mr. Song, you are so beautiful."

It was a normal compliment, but Song Wenting immediately thought of the sentence "You are beautiful" on the card just now. His eyes were inexplicably cold, but he still sent a polite smile: "Thank you."

The girl walked out of the room door one step late, and she continued, "Is that bouquet of flowers from someone you liked?"

This is clearly beyond the familiar range, and there is a sense of the discomfort of being touched.

Song Wenting stopped smiling: "Sorry."

The expression was indifferent with no comment, and the smile on the girl's face couldn't be hung, she muttered: "Just curious, what kind of arrogance are you."

After she finished speaking, she directly accelerated and squeezed to the front.

Song Wenting's expression didn't change. Xia Nan rushed over from behind and handed the phone to her: "I didn't receive the call from your Mr. Ji just now."

Song Wenting took over the phone in the midst of people coming and going. There was a missed call a few minutes ago.

She pulled out the chat box, it was nearly eight o'clock, and it should be soon before the end of the concert.

I wanted to explain the situation to him, but there was already a message from him in the dialogue between the two.

[The fish is hungry. 】

Inexplicable three words, Song Wenting thought for a moment that he sent the wrong message and sent "me" to "fish".

She replied succinctly, just a question mark.

The response over there was extremely fast, the palm of his hand was shaking, and another new message suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: [So, where is your hook? 】

Someone lightly bumped his shoulder, and the phone vibrated. The next second, another message came in: [Mr. Song, if you don't give the hook, how can the fish be hooked? 】

Lips pursed slightly, Song Wenting pretended to be serious and turned back: [Mr. Song? You clearly told me to 'listen' last night. 】

Tap with your fingertips: [More than once. 】

That voice was hoarse and emotional and whispered from time to time, as if each voice had reached the apex of her heart, causing a lot of emotion.

The upper row of "typing" in the dialog box suddenly became quiet.

A smile appeared on his lips, and it went straight into his heart.

There was a slight reminder in my ear, "Pay attention to your feet."

Before Song Wenting could react, a slender arm stretched out.

She raised her eyes subconsciously, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view. The long and narrow eyes looked more seductive at close range, and the strong smell of men's perfume invaded the tip of her nose as she approached.

Song Wenting returned to his senses, withdrew his arm, and thanked him lightly.

The man responded with a smile: "You're welcome."

After speaking, he walked to the front and stood in the front row on the huge stage.

Someone lowered his voice and gossiped in his ear: "Is that just now Mu Yunyan who just returned to China with an award? So handsome!!"

After a few echoes, someone asked, "Why is he here?"

"He comes from a family of musicians. One of his parents learns Chinese music pipa and the other learns Western music flute. Two generations later, they are the first batch of foreign students who went abroad to study music at public expense. Do you know Mr. Fang Zhenyun, a master of Chinese music? That is her grandmother .”

"Ah, is it true or not?"

"..."

Song Wenting listened to it all, until the person in charge of the venue directed them to stand on the stage, and then arranged for someone to take a few group photos to linger.

The first row is filled with the top masters in the folk music circle.

Song Wenting looked at the row of men in suits and collars through the warm light of the spotlights.

Mu Yunyan.

The returned violinist whom met at the airport, and the classmate Ji Yanzhou told me that she performed on the same stage with her in high school.

Song Wenting doesn't have a deep memory, but now he's forced to recall some of what he looked like in high school.

Very thin and tall, gentle and smiling, polite and decent, he helped her move the guqin backstage in the concert hall of No. 1 Middle School.

Other than that, there was no impression.

Soon the party came to an end with the enthusiastic applause of the audience below.

Song Wenting followed the crowd to the backstage, and when she was about to step off the stage, Yu Feng called her from behind: "Wen Ting."

Song Wenting looked back, and several familiar people got together, including Mu Yunyan naturally. He followed everyone's eyes and fell on Song Wenting.

Walking closer, Song Wenting greeted several familiar masters one by one, and finally she only nodded to the man.

"This is Teacher Fang's grandson, the violinist Mu Yunyan who just returned to China." Yu Feng smiled wrinkledly, his eyes full of admiration for the young man.

Fang Zhenyun is a master of Chinese music, everyone in the circle should respect her more.

Now facing her grandson, she is naturally full of smiling faces.

After exchanging pleasantries and compliments, Mu Yunyan took the initiative to say hello to Song Wenting: "Mr. Song, it's me, my high school classmate."

He caught off guard and mentioned it, leaving everyone stunned for a moment, and then someone sighed: "Teacher Song is Gu Yin's most proud student, and he is also a master of Guqin. Exchange and exchange, let the tradition into the new trend, go to the world."

"?"

When the words fell, several people began to follow the topic of how folk music broke the tradition and went further and further.

In the end, only the two of them were left awkwardly facing each other.

Maybe Mu Yunyan didn't feel embarrassed, he still greeted her naturally: "Song Wenting, long time no see."

Song Wenting chuckled: "Long time no see."

"Still remember me?"

Song Wenting Honest: "A little forgotten."

"..."

Mu Yunyan was unaffected, he raised his hand to straighten the cuff, revealing the bracelet around his wrist.

He smiled: "I guess you forgot, but it doesn't matter, there will be more opportunities to meet in the future."

His tone was confident of victory, which made Song Wenting uncomfortable for some reason.

She said politely, "I don't like meeting people I don't know very much. Sorry, then I'll go first."

Saying that, he turned his back and turned away mercilessly.

As he walked, the body wrapped in exquisite and graceful swayed into his eyes, and Mu Yunyan smiled even deeper.

Instead of being persuaded by the woman's indifference, he had the urge to become more and more courageous, so he raised his foot and followed.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Ji Yanzhou just finished a phone call, then he stretched his legs and sat in front of the computer to send an email.

The long finger immediately pinched the peak of the eyebrows, and finally after the battle, all the movies and TV shows that the collapsed male star participated in were deleted cleanly.

Departments are still doing the final finishing touches.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, but it was already past normal working hours.

He got up and slightly kicked He Junlang, who was sitting slumped on the sofa: "It's better to arrange dinner."

"Oh." He Junlang sat up straight, then dialed the phone and conveyed his spirit to the person in charge of the logistics department: "You, Mr. Ji, said whatever you want, as much as you want. Anyway, he has money."

Ji Yanzhou looked at him with worthy eyes, and He Junlang added with a smile, "Just don't waste it."

"Also, don't take our share, we're going on a date alone!"

"..."

Ji Yanzhou leaned against the soft leather, ignoring his cheap tone.

He took out his phone, and a lot of news in the message box caught his eye. A few minutes ago, Xu Xinning sent a message, asking him if he had time to go back to the old house for dinner. She had just returned from the commercial shooting in Yushi, and the family made delicious food for her.

With long eyelashes slightly drooping, Ji Yanzhou coldly replied two words: [No. 】

His eyes fell on the familiar avatar, and after almost a day of silence in the dialog box, he still didn't receive any news from Song Wenting.

He snorted coldly, pulled out the phone number and dialed it.

But no one answered until it hung up automatically.

He Junlang glanced at his expression, and jokingly said: "Isn't he still looking happy this morning, what's the situation now?"

He leaned closer: "Primary school girl ignored you?"

At the end of the sentence, Ji Yanzhou's peach-blossom eyes looked over coldly, and his tone exploded: "Do you want to die? Who are you calling primary school girl?"

He Junlang shrank his neck, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "You are a junior, why, you can't even tolerate this?"

"What kind of possessive are you?" He deliberately raised his eyebrows and continued, "Then I'm quite curious, if one day a man appears next to her, a suitor, what can you do?"

Leng Bai lowered his face sideways, Ji Yanzhou tapped the screen with his long fingers, and finally uttered the phrase "The fish is hungry."

After sending it out, he seriously thought about the assumptions in He Junlang's words, the violent coldness in his eyes was undisguised, and he sneered: "Then he can try."

"..."

As the cold wind raged past, He Junlang clicked his tongue twice, then shook his head frequently: "Mr. Ji, can you stop your gangster spirit, or can your little girl bear it?"

Even if he was sitting casually in front of him, Ji Yanzhou, who was full of reckless aura, held his mobile phone, his knuckles were flying, and soon sent one message after another.

He stared at the screen, his expression suddenly softened, the emotion between his brows relaxed, and he was instantly tainted with strong desires, and those black eyes stuck to the phone were full of evil thoughts in a place that no one could see, and they were extremely black and dense.

"I can bear it."

The tone was hoarse and low, and thought of the lust in the woman's eyes, and the tenderness of the voice rolling in ears.

He Junlang instantly understood what he was dazzled by.

Cursing inwardly, he was about to divert his gaze, but in the next second, he saw Ji Yanzhou's cold and pale face flashing a flash of uneasiness, and then the roots of his ears hidden under the black hair quickly turned red.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, and the cold expression was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fuck!

Damn it in broad daylight, a man who is proud of the sky every day will be shy! !

He immediately took out his phone and was about to send a message to the college roommate group.

Over there, Ji Yanzhou has recovered his cold eyes, and he threatened: "I think Assistant Xu Xinning will be transferred early tomorrow morning, so you can send it."

"??"

He Junlang: What a fucking dog!

In the dark night, the pure black car slowly stopped at the entrance of the theater, and its smooth body image blended perfectly with the night.

Zhou Chen in the front row reported Yao Qing's whereabouts to Ji Yanzhou: "She is in contact with Mrs. Ji, but not frequently."

"She wants money. If she doesn't get money, she might not leave Jiang Luan."

Zhou Chen probed: "So, should we tell Mrs. Ji that Yao Qing is no longer useful, after all, Wang Zhiyuan has already been sent out of the country by us."

After hearing a few words, Ji Yanzhou didn't want to listen any more. His voice was cold: "I'll make the decision on her side. You are responsible for sending Yao Qing away. Just follow the plan last time."

Zhou Chen nodded silently, knowing what he meant: he will not give a penny, but he will also get Yao Qing away.

Boundless darkness invaded, and there was a surge of people at the entrance of the theater.

The air outside was a few degrees lower, so Song Wenting didn't change into a performance cheongsam, she put on an apricot coat directly outside.

But still couldn't hide his graceful appearance.

She only had a handbag in her hand, and Xia Nan was holding the bouquet of flowers and followed her: "Sister Wen Ting, do you really want these flowers?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting looked at her tenderly, "I'll trouble you to help me deal with it, okay?"

When Xia Nan was looked at by her like this, she didn't want to say no. She nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "No trouble, I will bring it to the regiment tomorrow and find a bottle to plug it in."

"Okay." Song Wenting raised his hand to lead the little girl down the steps, her vision was somewhat obstructed by the bouquet of flowers.

Before reaching the last stairs, a male voice came from behind: "Song Wenting, wait."

Song Wenting looked back, and when he saw the person coming, the expression on his face became lighter.

Mu Yunyan stood tall and stepped in front of them a few steps. He glanced over the flowers that Xia Nan was holding, and before Song Wenting said "What's the matter?", he cut to the chase and said, "I like the flowers I sent. ?"

As soon as his eyes moved, Song Wenting suddenly thought of "Yan" on the card, which turned out to be the word "Yan" in his name.

"Thank you." Song Wenting was polite, but his tone was not very polite, "But I am allergic to hay fever."

Mu Yunyan and Xia Nan next to him were taken aback.

After the former briefly lost his composure, he smiled again: "I'm sorry."

The latter, Xia Nan, held the bouquet of flowers and didn't know what to do with it.

After struggling, just when the man wanted to speak again, she stretched forward and directly stuffed the flower into his arms.

The little girl's voice was clear and lingering: "This flower has not been touched, it is still new, can you give it to another person?"

"..."

"..."

Mu Yunyan's eyes fell on the little girl's face, remembering how happy she was holding the flowers just now, so she held the bouquet back with one hand and stuffed it back: "That's troublesome, please give it away for me."

Xia Nan: "??"

"Buzzing" phone vibrated, Song Wenting pulled out the screen, and saw the familiar note "Ji Yanzhou", three correct words, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

While she was answering, she walked out, her familiar voice filled with the darkness of the night: "Slant forward."

Subconsciously raised his eyes, the figure was standing not far in front of him, his heart was inexplicably faster, Song Wenting suppressed his throbbing, and quickened his pace.

Mu Yunyan caught up behind her because she didn't know, and asked her, "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

After the words fell, a figure of Xin Chang came over.

Mu Yunyan couldn't help but frown when he saw who was coming.

Ji Yanzhou put away his phone and approached, his long arms quickly pulled Song Wenting over, his eyes fixed on her fair face, and he rubbed her fingertips lightly. He asked, "Are you hungry?"

Song Wenting met those black eyes, and the words that had touched him just now emerged, and he felt a sense of embarrassment: "I just had a working meal, so I'm not hungry."

"Well, then go home."

He never looked at Mu Yunyan next to her from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't exist.

But Mu Yunyan quickly called out and stopped him: "Senior."

Ji Yanzhou's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes swept over: "Huh?"

Mu Yunyan probed: "Are you ... are boyfriend and girlfriend?"

He thought it was strange, obviously in high school, the two were obviously unfamiliar, and even Song Wenting was quite cold to him, so why did they talk about it.

"No." He quickly retorted, but just when Mu Yunyan's heart was not lost, he continued, "We are a legal couple."

Mu Yunyan was stunned.

I didn't react for a long time, until the man let out a cold sneer: "What? The junior likes my wife?"

His words were straightforward, without giving him any ambiguity.

Although Mu Yunyan's behavior was quite obvious, Song Wenting still couldn't help pulling his arm.

Ji Yanzhou's black ink-like pupils restrained his emotions a bit, but his tone was still stinging. He swore his sovereignty: "It's useless to like her, she is mine."

It wasn't until they walked away that Mu Yunyan came back to his senses.

He pulled out his phone, called up the dialog box with Ji Yanzhou, and sent a sentence: 【Senior, don't be too domineering. Now in this world, if you get married, you can leave. Besides, Song Wenting has always had someone he likes in his heart, and he has liked it since high school until now. So, are you sure she's yours? 】

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