In the dim light inside the car, Ji Yanzhou saw the text message from that strange number.

The side of his face was illuminated by the dim light of the screen, but it looked even colder.

Swipe the delete button with the long finger directly, and the deletion is clean.

His eyes turned slightly, and fell on the side face of the woman next to him.

The neon lights outside the car window were flickering, and the beautiful face reflected was not so cold.

She noticed the gaze, and the eyes facing her were like wine filled with fine wine, which rippled a little.

It looks unapproachable, but it is very soft in the bones.

Is a long-term person.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and Ji Yanzhou laughed lightly at himself.

Song Wenting tipped his ears, and when he heard the cold snort, his eyes narrowed.

She thought of just now, so her words followed: "I don't know him well, so you were really rude just now."

The car shook slightly and stopped in front of the traffic lights.

I happened to pass by a lively night market, and there was a lot of people outside, but the smell of fireworks was blocked by the car windows.

The car was still quiet, Ji Yanzhou stared at her for a moment with his black eyes, and the moment the car started, he finally spoke: "Everything I just said is the truth."

As he spoke, a tall figure came over, and he smiled: "Little Bodhisattva, is this how you catch me?"

Heartless jumping up, Song Wenting "Huh?"

The man's voice was already pressed to his ears, and the fabric of his suit jacket almost touched the tip of Song Wenting's nose, Ji Yanzhou explained: "According to the situation just now, you should tell me - my husband is great."

Song Wenting: "?"

He also deliberately moved closer, his face was close to her eyes, and the tip of his nose touched her.

He laughed, and his deep voice was full of bewitching meaning: "Say one?"

Song Wenting didn't expect him to do this, thinking that there was Zhou Chen in front of him, he had to step back.

Ji Yanzhou didn't give her a chance at all, she took a step back and he took a step further, until Song Wenting was forced to blushing, and finally said: "Husband is great."

"..."

After the words fell, the man pulled away and replied with a smile: "Thank you for listening to the compliment."

Song Wenting: "?"

Why does she feel that this man's skin is getting thicker and thicker.

Song Wenting breathed a sigh of relief when the threatening breath moved away.

The next second, the car stopped at the intersection, and Song Wenting looked over, not their home.

Just as she was wondering, Ji Yanzhou had already signaled her: "Come with me for something to eat."

"Oh."

Thinking that he hadn't eaten, Song Wenting opened the door, and the figure of the man stopped a few steps away, waiting for her.

Song Wenting approached, and then naturally put his hand in his palm, his knuckles separated and passed through his big palm, his fingers clasped tightly.

It was intimately what she wanted to do and didn't do last time.

The two walked along the bustling street and went straight to a century-old small shop. The interior decoration was exquisite and retro, and the clean and tidy furnishings made Song Wenting feel that this shop must be expensive.

Ji Yanzhou seemed to be very familiar, and he took her to sit on the small square table in the box.

Song Wenting didn't realize it was a noodle restaurant until the menu was handed over.

But it is really different from ordinary noodle restaurants, with a rich variety of noodles and bluffing prices.

Ji Yanzhou ordered a bowl of crab roe noodles and added some snacks.

"What to eat?"

Song Wenting shook her head, she had eaten at night, even though her index finger was twitching a lot now, she restrained herself, as if she really wanted to eat something with him.

Ji Yanzhou didn't force it, handed the menu to the waiter, and asked casually, "What are you busy with today?"

"Concert." Song Wenting looked at him with serious brows and seemed to look straight at him uncommonly, thinking of something, "Do you know that Mu Yunyan is the grandson of Teacher Fang Zhenyun?"

Ji Yanzhou nodded: "Yes, I know."

He seemed to know him very well, so Song Wenting was subconsciously curious: "You know him well?"

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and poured her a cup of tea. He paused when he heard the words, looked at her with a half-smile, and said, "Really forgot? He confessed to you when he was in high school."

This time Song Wenting was really stunned.

Did he confess to her? How come she has no impression at all?

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on her beautiful face, and his tone was serious: "He wrote you a letter before he transferred to another school in the second year of high school. At that time, you replied."

I received a lot of letters in high school. Song Wenting will read every letter carefully, and will reply to them later. A few simple words are gentle rejections.

"I really can't remember." Song Wenting's face was confused, and his eyes were even more pure. No one could touch it, and no one could make this handful of water ripple.

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and lightly rolled up his cuffs, his unhurried posture calmed down a bit, and he had the temperament of a Chinese gentleman.

But those peach blossom eyes were still full of aggressiveness, he chuckled lightly: "I heard that you reply to almost every letter?"

"Um."

The peach blossom eyes on the Ji Yanzhou narrowed slightly: "Under what circumstances, won't you come back?"

Song Wenting pondered for a moment: "Maybe you really don't like it."

As she said that, she suddenly remembered that there were a few thorns in the next class who handed her a letter jokingly for a bet, but she didn't even read it, and threw it directly into the trash can.

It seems that since then, there have been rumors that she was cold and aloof, pretending to be aloof.

"Oh." The man's face suddenly darkened.

The sitting figure became more and more distant and indifferent.

Song Wenting pursed his lips, and when he wanted to say something, he happened to receive a call from Yu Feng, the head of the group.

He said that the group was in contact with Heming and Fengtai's program invitations, and asked her if she would like to participate in their selection activities next week.

There was a bit of temptation hidden in his words: "You can ask your family, how many people need to be selected for this selection? Can you participate in the form of an orchestra?"

"Leader, I read the announcement carefully yesterday. Everyone in our group has the opportunity to participate in the selection, but they only choose a single person to participate in the later recording." Song Wenting explained warmly.

Yu Qianqian paid a lot of attention to this matter, especially after hearing that she had won the spot of konghou for her, she became more active. On the day the program selection announcement came out, she sent the link to Song Wenting's phone.

Having said that, Yu Feng had no choice but to turn a corner: "Okay, then let's send a few people to participate."

Song Wenting secretly glanced at Ji Yanzhou, who was holding chopsticks with his eyes lowered, and the hot water vapor shrouded his face, which made him more and more unapproachable.

"Captain, I must participate." Song Wenting smiled, "You promised me before."

Yu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to say that it is not easy for you to participate, so why take up a spot.

But the words still couldn't come out of his mouth. He remembered that when the little girl first joined the group, she couldn't keep up with their rehearsal rhythm and practiced hard. The tone couldn't help but slow down: "Okay."

"Thank you, Captain."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting put away the phone.

Just looked straight at it.

The scent of noodles mixed with seafood invaded the nostrils, and the noodles covered with crab roe were crystal clear, which made the noodles very appetizing.

"Are you talking about the show?" Ji Yanzhou glanced past her greedy cat-like eyes, hiding a little smile.

He continued to eat slowly.

"Well." Song Wenting couldn't help swallowing, his thoughts were completely hooked, "Don't worry, I will pass the selection myself."

Meaning, no need for his help.

Ji Yanzhou's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the smile on his lips became stronger.

The little girl has this confidence, so there's no need for him to hurry up.

Holding the chopsticks with his long fingers, he picked up the noodles, and Song Wenting couldn't help but send it forward: "Can I have a bite?"

Her white jade-like face was getting closer, and under the big bowl of noodles, it looked even smaller and more exquisite, and she just looked at him with her full eyes.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Ji Yanzhou nodded.

Unexpectedly, the little greedy cat was a little aggressive, she frowned slightly, and Ji Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat.

She said, "My hands are a little uncomfortable, can you feed me?"

"?"

"Are you really used to being served by me?"

His tone was condescending, but his actions were indeed submissive.

Long eyelashes lightly covered, Ji Yanzhou picked out a few noodles from the bowl, and carefully rolled them into a small lump.

Just like that, started to send it to the slightly parted lips.

Full of fragrance collision, Song Wenting bent his eyes in satisfaction.

Her bright lips were round and full, and they were stained with tempting water stains from the soup, but she unconsciously stretched out a little deeper red and licked it from her lips.

The bottom of the eyes was thicker, and the slightly convex Adam's apple followed, and Ji Yanzhou couldn't help but squeeze a little again: "Eat."

It was really delicious, Song Wenting also temporarily cast aside some restraint and took the pair of chopsticks and bit them again.

While chewing, I saw the man put the pair of chopsticks into his mouth.

She just came back to her senses, and while her ears were hot, she also hinted that she should not do too much.

The real kiss has already been kissed, so are you still struggling with this indirectness?

Although the noodles were to her liking, Song Wenting stopped eating those two bites.

After dinner, the two got off the elevator in the garage together.

After getting in the car and wearing the seat belt, Song Wenting said, "I want to go home and get the piano."

She has been using the second piano in the orchestra these days, and she doesn't feel as good as the one at home.

In addition, she has to hurry up to practice the piano from tomorrow to prepare for the selection next week.

On the return journey, it was the car from Ji Yanzhou. He turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction of Jinyueyuan.

There was a violin song in the car, which was melodious and pleasant, and Song Wenting suddenly felt familiar.

Western music and folk music are different, Song Wenting doesn't even know the name of this piece.

It was the song she heard him pull at Siming Lake back then.

Later, she also tried to search for this song by memory, but it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Now that feeling of familiarity and great surprise invaded his heart, Song Wenting couldn't even raise his tone: "What's the name of this song?"

Ji Yanzhou stepped on the brakes, his face swayed slightly from the woman's clear eyes, and he responded: "Contemplation."

Song Wenting listened attentively, only the sound of the music echoed in his ears in the car, fascinated.

Until the end of the song, Ji Yanzhou's voice was pressed down: "The skills are not difficult, the focus is on the expression of emotions."

Song Wenting tilted his head to look at him, the man's silhouette was neat and clean, and it was more like an unreachable moon in the sky by the light. He seemed to be able to do his best no matter what he did.

When he was in college, he majored in automation, which had nothing to do with what he was doing now, but he would always be a top student in their department with a good grade point.

"You pulled very well." Song Wenting looked over eagerly, "Aren't you pulling now?"

The disappointment in her tone and expression was clear at a glance. Ji Yanzhou was waiting for the red light for a moment, and his knuckles tapped on the steering wheel: "Well, don't pull it."

"why?"

"No reason." The car started, Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell to the front, and his tone was cold, "I just don't want to."

The car turned the corner and stopped under the familiar camphor tree.

Song Wenting's soft and sticky voice sounded: "But, I really want to hear it again."

"..."

"is it okay?"

Yue Yao once said that when she looks at others like this, it makes people feel soft-hearted.

So she saw the man's hand unfastening the seat belt slightly condensed, and then he turned around, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under the light.

Song Wenting couldn't make out his expression.

After a while, Ji Yanzhou raised his arm and grabbed her slender wrist.

Micro pulled forward with force, and the seat belt immediately made a "thorn pull" sound.

She was pulled directly to the man's eyes.

Now I can see his expression clearly, with a bit of sluggishness in my mind: "How many people have you caught? You are so spoiled."