The long eyelashes are like the wings of a tail butterfly. Under the strong attack of the man, they shake at a high speed for a few seconds, and then they gently cover it as if they were disarmed and surrendered.

He got a kiss from her, and he became even more aggressive and fierce.

Until Song Wenting couldn't bear it and wanted to hide back, the man's big hand directly clasped her thin shoulder blades in a second, and continued to deepen the kiss with desire and stickiness.

I don't know how long it took to kiss.

Ji Yanzhou was willing to let her go.

The thin lips pecked at the end of her eyes and moved slowly behind her ears.

Caused by trembling, Song Wenting moaned sensitively, and finally the man stopped.

He looked at the faint dark mark on her collarbone, and a warm tone followed: "Forget it, I can't bear it."

-bully me.

- Reluctant.

With a heavy heartbeat, Song Wenting's whole body was heavily colored by him, soft and charming, bright and charming.

Seeing the deep stagnation in the eyes of the man in front of her, her mind moved.

Raising her hand again, she sent herself in front of the man, ups and downs, Xinxiang rolled her desire and hooked Ji Yanzhou's bulging veins, slightly panting, adding endless ambiguity, Song Wenting stared straight at him: "You Don't you want it?"

"..."

The coldness on the outside was torn apart, revealing an extremely coquettish appearance.

The man's muscles tightened instantly, the end of his eyes was a little dark red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

But he didn't do anything anymore. He was so ruthless that night, he was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

Standoff for a few seconds.

In the end, Ji Yanzhou leaned over again, and his lips were blocked tightly again. Before Song Wenting could raise the corners of his lips, a slight tingling sound came suddenly.

Xiu eyebrows furrowed, the man has straightened up.

His lips were stained with water stains and a little blood, and with that little smile, a mad and charming aura emerged: "Save it."

? ?

In the huge space in the living room, two footsteps soon sounded.

Ji Yanzhou took her to the sofa and handed her the remote control on the table: "Watch TV for a while, I'll cook."

Song Wenting pursed the scar on the corner of her mouth, her accusing eyes paused, and she asked, "Do you cook?"

Unbelievable.

"Don't believe it?" His expression was already a little arrogant, "Then just wait."

Having said that, the figure has entered the kitchen.

The international news was playing on the TV, Song Wenting was absent-minded, raised his hand to touch his lips first, and then involuntarily looked at Ji Yanzhou who was separated by the transparent glass.

He doesn't seem to be lying, he moves skillfully, and he looks convincing in his tomato knives.

Half an hour later, Ji Yanzhou came out with the last dish, Song Wenting had already looked up more than once.

Finally met his eyes.

The handsome face was cold and hard, but when she saw her figure still sitting on the sofa, the slight irritability caused by cooking was smoothed out.

His frivolous lips, when Song Wenting approached, leaned over.

"Listen, why are you so good?" Taohuayan smiled meaningfully, "I told you to wait and wait."

With her beautiful eyes raised slightly, Song Wenting said softly, "I've always been very good."

He didn't wait for him to see his blushing, and hurriedly got into the kitchen.

After taking two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, Song Wenting added another bowl to Ji Yanzhou and sent it to Ji Yanzhou.

His lazy expression rose, and he said, "Thank you for listening."

Song Wenting's ears were red, but her expression was quite natural, and she sat down opposite.

His eyes fell on the dishes on the table, two dishes and one soup, one stir-fried beef, one stir-fried lotus root, and the homemade egg and vegetable leaf soup.

Song Wenting couldn't help swallowing, and put the lotus root into his mouth first.

Clear and light, with a strong lotus root fragrance, his eyes lit up, and he spit out praise: "It's delicious."

Ji Yanzhou then lowered his eyes to pick up the vegetables, and then put them directly into her bowl.

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Ji Yanzhou: "Give you some fat."

Song Wenting: "It doesn't look good when you're fat."

Ji Yanzhou glanced at her: "Who said that?"

Song Wenting: "..."

After chewing the lotus root slices, Song Wenting asked cautiously, "Have you seen the chubby me in high school?"

"Ang." Ji Yanzhou served her a bowl of soup, and his drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on the cold white skin. This time he didn't refute, "It's cute."

"Oh." With a little blush on his cheeks, Song Wenting buried his head in eating seriously.

There was no words for a while, and the huge room was filled with warmth.

After the meal, Song Wenting got up, subconsciously going to help pick up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

It was just that before his hand touched the dishes, he was caught by the man's big palm. He sank his eyes: "What are you moving?"

"It's ok."

Ji Yanzhou's eyes swept over, he lifted her hand along the way, and rubbed his palm lightly with his fingertips. He said, "Mr. Song, this is the hand that plays the piano."

He looked serious: "Be obedient, I'll come."

The tall figure quickly cleaned up the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and then he went upstairs to take a shower and changed a set.

Song Wenting went to the study to practice the piano for a while, and when he came out, the man was already sitting on the sofa and watching a movie.

The figure was darkened by the dark light, and he was at the half-dark boundary line, and he heard a voice calling to her: "Come here."

He seems to be a little free today, he came home early, and now he has time to watch movies.

Song Wenting walked over and sat down next to each other.

The man's eyes were still glued to the screen, but the second she sat down, he suddenly said, "Sit down."

Song Wenting looked at the sofa only half an inch away, and couldn't figure out what he meant for a while.

Obviously it was close enough, and any closer would be leg to leg.

Before her thoughts turned around, she lightened her body and was carried directly onto the man's lap.

With a slight exclamation, Song Wenting began to struggle.

The man's chin lightly rested on her sideways shoulder, and his back was pressed against her, very intimate, and he said, "Watch a movie with me, huh?"

Song Wenting shrank his neck uncomfortably, his palms were wet, and his back began to feel slightly hot.

The sound of breathing intertwined, heavy and heavy.

The muscles on the legs are tight, but it is an insecure sitting posture. Song Wenting is holding that heart, and has never watched a movie.

Until the man turned his face slightly, and his cold white skin pressed against her neck, he asked, "Uncomfortable."

"Well, a little bit." Song Wenting bit his lip and said softly, "I want to sit on the sofa."

"it is good."

Ji Yanzhou didn't force her, but he used his arms to hug her onto the sofa.

Taking a light breath, Song Wenting cursed himself for being worthless.

It wasn't the first time she had intimate contact, but she still couldn't help but soften her body.

The movie was coming to an end, and Song Wenting watched it absent-mindedly.

Later, Ji Yanzhou turned on the TV and danced aimlessly.

Song Wenting found a topic to chat: "When did you learn to cook?"

"Those years abroad." His voice was light and ethereal, and he didn't have much desire to chat.

But during the five years of separation, Song Wenting was very curious.

Who did he meet abroad, where did he work, did he live in a comfortable place, did he eat well? Have... ever thought about her?

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask, but the phone rang suddenly.

Eyebrows lowered, it was hers.

It was Gu Yin calling, Song Wenting sat up straight inexplicably, and picked it up with his fingertips.

After asking each other a few words of concern, Gu Yin explained the purpose of calling so late: "I won't be attending your Grandma Ji's birthday the day after tomorrow. Come over when you have time, and help me bring her a present." .”

Grandma Ji's seventy-eighth birthday dinner was booked a long time ago.

Gu Yin logically said there was no reason not to go, so Song Wenting asked, "Why not?"

"Listen, I'm going to Jiahe City tomorrow."

Song Wenting didn't ask any more questions as the light voice was wrapped in a bit of sadness and spread to the eardrums.

She replied: "Okay."

There is someone Gu Yinai loves in Jiahe City, she does not marry because of him, but that person has been married three times.

As noble as Gu Yin, after his second marriage, he never went to Jiahe City until now.

Song Wenting is not inquisitive either, she is not convenient to say, and she will not ask.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting suddenly remembered something, panicked for a moment, and quickly pulled out his mobile phone to call the manager of the private custom cheongsam shop. Song Wenting didn't feel relieved until she heard that the cheongsam she customized was ready and she could pick it up tomorrow morning.

Just as her heart sank, Ji Yanzhou's eyes caught her: "So nervous?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting raised his eyelashes, "Grandma's birthday, I don't want to make a mistake."

Ever since heard that the old man was going to celebrate his birthday, Song Wenting began to prepare for it. The custom-made cheongsam was also found by many people in this well-known shop.

The man pulled her wrist with his hand, and his peach blossom eyes were full of clarity: "Just to remind you, my mother will also go tomorrow."

"???"

Song Wenting was startled, and panicked instantly: "Your mother? Is that the one abroad?"

"Yeah." He still stared at her, Jun had no expression on his face, he just explained, "The biggest characteristic of her is that she is very enthusiastic."

Song Wenting remembered his mother that Grandma Ji had mentioned before. She raised her face, as if she wanted to ask, but she restrained herself: "When did your mother leave?"

"I'm in the third grade."

The big hand gently squeezed Song Wenting's fingertips, and his head leaned slightly on the sofa. There was a little laughing program on the TV, but Song Wenting seemed to hear the deeper sadness in his tone.

"It's okay." She suddenly said in a daze, "My father also left around that time, I am very happy."

This consolation is indeed hard enough.

Ji Yanzhou laughed: "Well, I'm also very happy."

It's good for people who don't love them to leave, and if there's a place left, someone else will fill it.

So, she met him later.

"What do you look like in the third year of junior high school?" Song Wenting blinked at him curiously, the beautiful eyes traced his forehead, the clean eyebrows, the high nose bridge, and passed over his lips.Reach a smooth chin.

It's like finding out what he looked like back then from him.

Ji Yanzhou tilted his head slightly to catch her gaze, and followed the strength in his hand to pull her to his eyes.

The soft fingertips touched the dark marks he had just painted on her lips, and he laughed in a low voice: "Handsome, bastard, ruthless."

"?"

Song Wenting frowned, somewhat imagining his appearance at that time, and she asked, "Is it more fierce and violent than now?"

With a snort from the tip of his nose, Ji Yanzhou rubbed his fingertips viciously on her lips until the woman trembled slightly, and he deliberately moved closer: "That's right, little Bodhisattva, it's fortunate that you didn't fall into my hands at that time."

During that time, Ji Yanzhou was indeed in a bad state. It was true that he was messy and ruthless. Violence was also normal. He often fought with boys from other schools and came back with injuries all over his body.

Song Wenting: "So what if it falls into your hands?"

The man held half of her face with his big palm, so that she could only see him, and then he smiled monstrously: "How?"

A movie bed scene suddenly appeared on the TV screen, and the remote control panel was held down at some point under him. The strange and blushing sound made Song Wenting want to move, but he was imprisoned by his small face and couldn't move.

He continued: "That may be because I was bullied to the point of crying."

Song Wenting shook his eyelashes and said stiffly, "I don't believe it."

"Don't believe it." Ji Yanzhou leaned over, his warm breath poured down, his lips pressed against hers, and the tip of his tongue licked up, getting a little wet, he continued, "Little Bodhisattva, it must be fun to cry, isn't it??”

Song Wenting had never cried in front of him, and he was bullied that night until the end of his eyes were slightly moistened, and he was far from crying.

Song Wenting was not frightened by him, she even nodded obediently: "I don't like to cry. So, now you, don't let me cry in the future, okay?"

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