Song Wenting was drinking coffee with Yue Yao when he received the text message of the official program selection notice for "Zuoyue Zhiyin".

There is a video of a soft violin competition in the store, and it happens to be Mu Yunyan. The only warm light pours out, dyeing his black suit the same color as the violin. The sound of the piano is tuned to a very low volume, but it can still be heard nicely. The sound of the piano curls.

Yue Yao lowered her voice and said, "He didn't expect it."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

"In high school, he was quite inconspicuous." Yue Yao, "Now he has become the world's top violinist, eh, then you said that if you want to release the video of his performance at the art festival, you must not attract much traffic?"

Song Wenting propped her elbows on the table, recalling the words, if she hadn't been reminded by Ji Yanzhou, she really wouldn't be able to remember this person.

But at this moment, the mood has obviously changed.

Song Wenting asked: "Did you know him when you were in high school?"

Yue Yao poked a spoonful of dessert into her mouth, and didn't even think about it: "Why don't you know each other? You forgot, he handed you a love letter."

After saying that, she glanced at her, and then added: "Later, you replied to him. I still remember that day, it seemed to be a school sports meeting, there were quite a lot of people, and even the seniors and sisters who had graduated went back to school. I didn't go to the toilet with you, and later you said you were going to three shifts, maybe it was given to him at that time."

Song Wenting was stunned for a few seconds, and the seniors also returned to school.

So, at that time, Ji Yanzhou also returned and happened to see that scene?

However, why did he ask her that: under what circumstances would he not reply?

In an instant, a ridiculous idea popped up.

Could it be that he also wrote to her?

Song Wenting laughed and shook his head, writing her diary all over the place is already out of line.

People like him are naturally arrogant. He thought that he likes someone must be as flamboyant as his character, but he hides his secret love in silence, so it is unlikely that he will break the relationship at that time and go directly to the Did she send a love letter?

Besides, she remembered what he clearly said—

In one corner of the playground, he was blocked by girls.

The girl carefully handed the envelope in her hand to the front, with a shy face, she told the boy who had just finished playing the ball with a deep love.

But the boy had one hand in his pocket and the other on the ball, and he had no intention of picking it up.

In the end, the boys around Ji Yanzhou jokingly made some jokes.

His voice fell: "Sorry, I never accept this kind of thing, so don't write it in the future."

The girl ran away with red eyes.

In the wind, the boys laughed in a low voice: "You have the heart to refuse such a good girl?"

"Never accept such things? This is a sincere confession from elementary school girls."

"Brother, don't look at this little envelope, but it contains a heart beating just for you. Love can't be said." Someone tutted a few times and leaned closer, "I'm still curious, What is written in this little sister Xueba?"

Ji Yanzhou backhanded his slightly moist hair, raised his neck, and the cold white and slender lines were attractive. He heard the words and smiled: "How sincere can the pretentious words be?"

He said with a casual look, and the small smile on his lips froze at the corners of his mouth.

Not far away, there was a girl standing with a gentle temperament and a beautiful face that was extremely cold. Her eyes seemed to fall on him, but she seemed to be just glancing blankly.

Soon Song Wenting looked away and hurried away.

Pull back the thoughts from the memory, so, how can such a person write the "artificial words" he said.

"What are you thinking about?" Yue Yao waved his hand lightly in front of her eyes.

Duzui looked at her: "Listen, are you listening to me?"

Song Wenting held the handle of the spoon with his fingertips and gently stirred the coffee: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Yue Yao looked at her helplessly, and then repeated what she said just now: "Just to say, I'm curious, how does he feel about you now? Will he still like you?"

A slight smile spread over his brows, Song Wenting didn't express the vague guess in his heart.

She avoided the important thing and said lightly: "how could it be? How many years has it been?"

After finishing the last bit of mousse on the plate, Yue Yao raised her eyebrows: "It's been so many years, Ji Yanzhou still likes you."

The aroma of desserts lingered, Song Wenting nodded softly: "Yeah."

Obviously her coffee was very bitter, but she tasted a bit sweet.

That bit of sweetness, until the coffee was swallowed, seemed to remain on the back of the tongue, lingering for a long time.

The next second she picked up the phone, she saw the official text message from the "National Music Friends" program.

Then she got up and bid farewell to Yue Yao: "Next week I will participate in a very important selection, so I will go back first."

Yue Yao also got up: "Forget it, I'll go back with you, it just so happens that this week's drawing has not been handed over to Xiaogu."

She picked up the bag and sighed: "If you don't hand it in tomorrow, I think he will kill me."

Xiao Gu is Yue Yao's manga, and Song Wenting has seen it several times, he is a polite and refined uncle.

"Xiaogu, you're a nice person."

Yue Yao stared: "Don't be fooled, he can curse your ancestors for eight generations!"

"..."

"I'm done painting tonight, and on the weekend, I can accompany you to see the concert you've been thinking about."

Song Wenting: "Good."

The two bid farewell, and Song Wenting directly took a taxi back to the Yufu Mansion.

As soon as he entered the building, Chen Yan called: "Mr. Song, are you free tomorrow night? Let's have dinner together?"

The work of arranging Guqin music for the original soundtrack of "Luo Xue Chang Yue" has come to an end. After recording some fragments of Shen Heqing playing the piano, they can give full authority to their production team to complete the post-production work.

And the crew will complete the filming next month, which happens to be seamlessly connected with the "National Music Friends" program.

Song Wenting politely refused: "Teacher Chen, don't be so polite."

"You are too polite." Chen Yan smiled over there, "Mr. Shen agreed, you can come with me."

Song Wenting likes to be quiet. She doesn't like the lively environment of dinner parties very much, and besides Chen Yan and a few people in charge, she is not very familiar with the production team.

But when she heard that Shen Heqing would go, she reluctantly agreed.

The door opened, Song Wenting hung up the phone, and changed his shoes in the hallway.

As he walked to the living room, a tall man came down from the upstairs.

He was dressed in comfortable home clothes, with long clothes and trousers, which made his figure look more slender and clear. He held his mobile phone and went downstairs while talking on the phone.

Hearing the movement, he rolled his eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

The emotion in Taohua's eyes deepened, and Song Wenting suddenly remembered what he said last night: How many people have you hooked, you are so good at acting like a baby.

When she was about to speak, his cell phone rang, and it was Xu Xinning's call.

Song Wenting sat back down, but he didn't seem to remember to question her later.

Right now, the figure quickly approached, and the phone in his hand happened to ring with Grandma Ji's voice. Ji Yanzhou immediately clicked to play, and Grandma Ji talked to him as always: "Mr. Gu spoke to me that day, and said to listen. There are no plans to have children yet, so please pay attention to me."

One sentence instantly made Song Wenting's cheeks feel hot.

The man's peach blossom eyes drooped, but he looked like he was in a good mood. He said casually and deliberately asked, "What are you paying attention to?"

"What do you think," Grandma Ji hated that iron was not steel: "don't bully and listen, give her more supplements and make her fat, do you hear?"

The man's eyes followed slowly, slowly looking down from Song Wenting's eyes, as if there was substance, Song Wenting remembered the charming events of that night at an inopportune moment.

Her face became even hotter, she bit her lip and motioned for him to change the subject.

But Ji Yanzhou's eyes have returned to her face, and he commented: "Well, I really lost weight."

Song Wenting: "...."

Grandma Ji: "Tell me, people who are well-kept by Gu Yin will lose weight as soon as they get into your hands. Are you embarrassed?"

Ji Yanzhou agreed: "Well."

Grandma Ji continued to scold: "Also, I've said you many times, keep your temper down, listen to such a gentle person, it's your blessing to be able to stand you."

Ji Yanzhou kept staring at her, his eyes dark as ink: "Yes, my blessing."

Song Wenting was covered by him in this way, and he was forced to listen to the heart-pounding words in that deep voice, and his heart was pounding.

In Grandma Ji's view, the rare and submissive tone was extremely perfunctory, and her tone followed suit: "What is your attitude?? If you really don't like it, don't force yourself to listen to it, get together and break up. Don't hurt. people."

With sudden anger, Song Wenting raised his eyes in panic, and opened his lips slightly to speak, but the man's knuckles directly pressed against her lips, and he lowered his eyebrows, beckoning her to "shh".

The slight pressure followed away, Ji Yanzhou frowned, and closed the release.

He turned around and walked to the balcony, with big steps, and his voice was a little helpless and cold: "Grandma, don't put your hat on me..."

The voices that followed were locked out of the balcony together and could not be heard clearly.

Song Wenting stared blankly for a few seconds, the corners of his back lips curled up secretly.

She went upstairs to take a brief shower, and then came to the fitting room wearing a bathrobe.

Several rows of wardrobes are full of women's clothes and accessories. When she came, she didn't bring a lot of clothes, but I don't know when it started, and the empty cabinets were going to be filled.

She reached out and rummaged inside, but couldn't find her home clothes.

Instead, he turned to a set of plain-colored and soft women's clothing. The top and trousers were apricot, but the style was the same as the light gray set Ji Yanzhou just wore.

Couple models.

She took it out of the closet.

Immediately, he took off the bathrobe and slowly slipped down the white and delicate shoulders, revealing more of his exquisite body shape. His well-proportioned figure had obvious lower waist, and the side was raised a little red, until that beautiful body was completely gone. With a little bit of cover, he directly broke into the eyes of Ji Yanzhou who had just entered.

The man in the mirror lightly held the doorknob tightly, and then he shifted his gaze a little, and his four eyes met firmly in the mirror.

The body was dyed crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, Song Wenting hurriedly pulled over the clothes he had just found, and tried to cover it up.

She blushed terribly, but directly stained Ji Yanzhou's ears, and a sudden urge rushed somewhere, he pressed her down like a hawk, and after a few seconds, he took a few steps back and went out to close the door.

Although the two of them had already had that night, it was in the dark night and it was hard to see clearly, but just now it was a solid sight.

It wasn't until after changing clothes that Song Wenting went to the bathroom to wash his face, that he got ready and opened the bedroom door.

Who would have thought that the front foot had just stepped out, and the tall, who had been waiting for an opportunity, invaded immediately.

Ji Yanzhou pulled the woman's wrist with his long fingers and pushed her back into the bedroom. He didn't turn on the light. Under the gradually darkening sky, his eyes shone with an animal-like light, which was terrifyingly bright.

Song Wenting flinched inexplicably.

But the man always stopped at a safe distance. He lowered his eyelashes and asked, "Intentionally?"

"?"

"No...not." Song Wenting turned his wrist, subconsciously moving away from the dangerous thing.

"Why not?" The man's voice was hoarse, "I didn't say that I was chasing me, this is not a means?"

Song Wenting pursed his lips and didn't want to speak anymore.

Ji Yanzhou didn't know why, his eyes were a little puzzled, and Jun Yi's eyebrows were slightly twisted.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Yanzhou leaned down and leaned over.

His broad shoulders were slightly bent, and he leaned close to his ears, his tone faded from arrogance, and he coaxed: "It's okay to say you did it on purpose?"

The neck soon became numb, and the corners of Song Wenting's eyes were soon water-stained by his tone, and she clasped her hands on the man's neck.

The slender arm effortlessly pulled the man in front of him.

The figure who has taken a bath is soaked with a seductive and pleasant smell, and Xinxiang becomes more and more intense along with her active catered actions, like being in a sea of ​​roses, enticing and addicting.

The soft figure was clinging to his, and the slender and curled long eyelashes trembled a few times, wrapped in a degenerate demonic aura.

"I deliberately hooked you just now, so are you hooked?" Her beautiful eyes were gleaming, her tone was soft and soft, she said, "Bully me."

The man with a strong emotion, a hot kiss, fell the next second.