Don't make me cry again, okay?

He says

it is good.

His brows were gentle, and his arrogance was smoothed out, leaving only a touching and affectionate look.

In the end, he seemed to have said something, but the hoarse voice was too low for Song Wenting to hear.

The hand that traced the thin eyebrows paused, and now Song Wenting seems to have a little recollection, and what he said was a question——

Do you mean forever?

It seems to say this.

The delicate and beautiful face was startled for no reason, and the cheeks with light makeup became more rosy and shy.

With a sweet mood, Song Wenting quickly packed up and went out to go to Chen Yan's appointment.

Jiang Luan's night became colder and cooler, and with the fine rain falling, it was even more piercing. Song Wenting grabbed the corners of his clothes and quickly got into the large car.

The quietness of the room, the faint scent of gardenia lingered, and the tip of his nose moved slightly. Song Wenting looked at the center console, where there was a very light incense box, and the faint scent floated in the air.

It's the taste she likes.

"Mrs. Ji, good evening." The middle-aged driver's voice came from the front row.

Song Wenting said hello lightly. Ji Yanzhou arranged for her when the car was moved back to Yufu, but her skills were too worrying, so Ji Yanzhou arranged a driver by the way.

Outside the window, the neon lights circulated, and the crowd walked away with umbrellas, walking in a hurry.

When the green light flashed, the car started gently, without feeling the comfort of pushing back.

Song Wenting opened the phone and tapped his fingertips into the chat box with Ji Yanzhou. The latest news was sent two hours ago. He said that there was an entertainment tonight and he would not go home for dinner.

Below is her reply: "What a coincidence, I have it too."

"Who?" Ji Yanzhou, "Could it be with Shen Heqing again?"

Song Wenting thought that there was indeed Shen Heqing at the party tonight, and she honestly said, "Yeah."

Then his more than ten seconds of voice squeezed into his eyes, and he said coldly: "Mr. Song, don't you think you two interact too frequently?"

When he was a little angry, he would call her 'Mr. Song. ’

You can probably think of the stern expression on his face at the moment, Song Wenting was silent for a while, without speaking, she pinched the pulp of her finger and knocked word by word: "Are you jealous?"

She looked at the input at the point above and disappeared to the bottom of her eyes in an instant, and he didn't reply.

However, the corners of Song Wenting's mouth couldn't help but rise, making his face bright and vivid.

Just when she touched her fingertips and wanted to reply, the smile on her lips stopped in the next second.

The ringtone of "Buzzing" exploded in his hand, which belonged to Yun Jin.

Song Wenting quickly lowered her expression, her face was cold and glamorous, and she cut to the chase: "What do you do?"

Yun Jin was choked, thinking of something later, her frowning brows loosened, and her tone was arrogant and cold: "Show him to mother."

Since the last time they broke up on the phone, Yun Jin stopped for a few days, and then kept sending her messages, as if she wanted to see her so-called "son-in-law".

"This is my business." Song Wenting said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Yun Jin clutched the phone with her knuckles, she couldn't hold back her emotions: "Song Wenting, for so many years, what kind of things I didn't give you? Dress up, go to school, guqin tuition, you are just like your father, a white-eyed wolf. Bar?"

Song Wenting was still expressionless, these words made her almost sound like a cocoon.

But her retort was still the same: "The money was paid back to you before grandma passed away."

The car stopped steadily, but Uncle Qin in the front row didn't open the door immediately, he quietly waited for her to end the call.

"So, I don't owe you anything."

Uncle Qin raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. In his memory, Mrs. Ji praised her granddaughter-in-law for being very obedient. She was gentle and soft and never spoke loudly to anyone. She would be bullied just by looking at her. She often complained in distress.

But looking at the woman's frosty face, is this...sure to be a bully?

Just as her thoughts were flying, Song Wenting's polite and smiling voice came over, she thanked him softly, and then took the umbrella in his hand, extremely gentle.

But there was a bit of coldness hidden between the brows.

The rain outside the car window was getting heavier, and when Uncle Qin came back to his senses, the back of the woman had already passed the corner of the street, and the slender figure covered by the umbrella could barely leave a shadow in midair.

Song Wenting put away the umbrella and walked towards the box on the stiletto.

The corridor was twisting and turning, and Song Wenting was a little dizzy as the waiter led him around.

After turning a corner, a boy was walking out of a box holding a phone, and Song Wenting was almost hit on the shoulder by his push on the door.

"Feel sorry."

The boy reacted quickly, and that delicate face was instantly exposed to Song Wenting.

The four eyes met, and the long-lost sense of familiarity rushed over. Song Wenting's eyes gradually became more profound, her expression was full of surprise, and her tone of voice couldn't help but be filled with joy: "Xiaoyi?"

But when the boy saw her clearly, his delicate face became darker and darker. He quickly put his hand in his pocket, pressed his lips tightly, and turned to leave.

But soon the woman grabbed her arm: "When did you come back?"

As if annoyed by her, he turned around and was about to leave.

Pulling out his arm vigorously, Jiang Yi frowned tightly.

Song Wenting never thought to meet him again here, it was three years ago since the last time they met. He seems to have grown a little taller, and his appearance is far different from the thin and thin before, and his erect figure is wrapped in the wind and reflected in his eyes.

Even though the relationship between the two was awkward on the surface, in reality, their relationship eased a lot later, and they were always her "brother" in name.

He was Yun Jin's cub brought back from outside when she was fifteen years old, and he was five years younger than her.

Just like her, she was thrown to grandma by Yun Jin relentlessly, and never cared about him ever since.

No one in the alley knew his origin. Some said that Yun Jin was born with a wild man outside, and some said that she kindly took him in.

But Song Wenting knew that he was her brother, half-brother.

He was rebellious, and when he was brought back, he was away from home all day, and he never talked to her and grandma. They knew nothing about him except that he went to school every day.

People who have struggled in the dark swamp will never be good stubble.

Later, Xu was moved by the warmth of his grandmother Lei's unmovable delivery of food to his door. Half a year later, Song Wenting saw him at the dinner table.

After a while, more and more boys went home.

They began to talk more often. He would call her "sister." He would call the old man "grandmother." But the face was still cold.

The deserted home begins to be lively.

However, everything ended in the early morning of the day my grandmother left.

Since then, Jiang Yi has disappeared in front of Song Wenting. Until three years ago, she accidentally saw the figure of the boy in a boxing match.

Right now, Jiang Yi ignored Song Wenting's obstruction, and with another force, Song Wenting's footsteps were pulled slightly, and he slammed into a pillar next to him, and the pebbles on it were also shaken and scattered to the ground.

Song Wenting let out a soft cry, and Shen Yi's dark eyes moved as well.

Under the dim light, he still saw the bruise on the woman's wrist.

Song Wenting quickly stood up straight, she lifted her eyes to look at him, and asked softly, "Don't you want to go back to see grandma?"

Finally, under Song Wenting's gentle eyes, Jiang Yi was defeated.

He straddled his long legs and followed the tall woman's back.

The phone in the cell phone rang, and Jiang Yi's fingers were darkened. Then the familiar number called again, and Jiang Yi picked it up with a frown.

The other girl's sweet voice dropped: "Jiang Yi, where have you been?"

He lowered his black eyes and raised his lips in response to the two words, "Back."

The girl over there was a little disappointed, and she said pitifully, "But, I haven't made my birthday wish yet?"

After pausing for a second, Jiang Yi seemed to be able to think of the expression on the girl's pretty little face.

And he is still the homeless mourning dog.

He followed his pace again, his tone was even cooler in the cold wind, Jiang Yi said, "Ran Shu, whether you make a wish or not has nothing to do with me."

He immediately hung up the phone.

Ahead, Song Wenting heard this sentence, looked back and called him warmly: "Xiao Yi, my grandmother said, be gentle with girls."

The light in Shen Yi's eyes dimmed again.

The preaching of girls and the love and pity of the elderly were all the light he had received, but unfortunately they were short-lived after all.

Song Wenting first called Chen Yan and Shen Heqing, and then took Jiang Yi to the Yufu mansion. She had to go back to get the key first.

The boy wore a baggy black coat, went in to change his shoes, and sat directly on the sofa. He asked coldly, "Why did you marry him?"

Song Wenting stopped and didn't respond to his questioning. He went upstairs, took out the keys from his bag, put on a coat again, and then stepped downstairs quickly.

"Come on, let's go home."

Jiang Yi's eyes slid across her face, and he suddenly said awkwardly, "He doesn't deserve you."

Song Wenting was slightly surprised, and before he could speak, the fingerprint lock clicked.

The door was pushed open by a long finger, and the tall figure came into view.

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat, she seemed to have forgotten to tell Ji Yanzhou.

The dark eyes swept along, Ji Yanzhou was wearing a black suit, and his cold temperament was overwhelmed.

His eyes fell on the boy if he had any substance.

Song Wenting clenched Bai Nen's knuckles, feeling a little helpless for a while.

After all, she brought people into the house without his consent.

His lips parted slightly, and before Song Wenting had time to speak, the man's eyes fell again.

It was dark and seemed to have a different mood.

"he……"

As soon as he said a word, the tall figure pressed him directly.

Immediately, he buried his head and blocked Song Wenting's lips without giving Song Wenting any chance to react.

Song Wenting's eyes widened suddenly, she never thought that Ji Yanzhou could kiss her in front of outsiders.

Her cheeks were extremely hot, her eyelashes were trembling, and she could hardly keep her clarity under his light chatter.

until heard a door slam.

Song Wenting came back to her senses, her little hand resting on Ji Yanzhou's suit jacket, hot and cold.

Finally, he backed away, his thin lips were watery, his peach blossom eyes were not very clear, and the bright color at the end of his eyes contained a strong smell of alcohol that penetrated the tip of his nose.

Song Wenting realized with hindsight that he was drunk.

Ji Yanzhou was actually drunk.

His eyes were still fixed on her, and after a while he started to frown, Qing Jue's brows were slightly pressed, and he leaned a little closer and asked, "Am I not good enough?"

The faint smell of alcohol was on his cheeks, Song Wenting fluttered his eyelashes and staggered his aggrieved eyes.

Biting her lip, she quickly shook her head.

The redness at the end of his eyes seemed to have a tendency to spread. His eyebrows twitched and his eyes were clean. He asked, "Then why did you bring other wild men home?"

"..."

Song Wenting was speechless for a few seconds, and Wen Tun explained, "He's not a wild man, just my brother."

"Dear."

The man's eyes were cleaner and purer than ever, but his mind was confused, and he continued to lower his voice: "I'm still not good enough."

Repeating the words, Song Wenting concluded that he was really drunk.

She gently propped up his body, but fortunately he still looked well-dressed on the surface.

"You're drunk." Song Wenting stretched his arms to lead him up, his tone soft, and coaxed in a low voice, "Would you like to go upstairs to sleep?"

The man was very good and followed her up the stairs step by step.

Who knew that just as he was helping him to lie down, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard.

Song Wenting slammed into his arms and was hugged by him.

The soft quilt wrapped the two bodies, Song Wenting took a breath and struggled slightly.The hand that had just been injured just happened to be pressed by him.

He rolled her in a circle.

Then he leaned over, his dark eyebrows fell, and he suddenly smiled.

Like fireworks bursting all over the sky, Song Wenting's ears were burned by the deep smile.

The amazing color in his eyes has not dissipated, he leaned down, and the smell of alcohol gradually became stronger.

He just stared at her and smiled, a long, long time later.

Until the smile on his lips gradually dissipated, Ji Yanzhou leaned over and buried in her neck, his voice muffled, wrapped in a faint pleading voice: "Listen, like the second person, okay?"

Shocked.

Song Wenting didn't regain his senses for a while.

Until a little bit of brows came out of my mind.

During the game that night, he asked her: Did you like one?

She replied: Well, one.

But she didn't tell him that it was him.

So, Ji Yanzhou he...

Is it because she always misunderstood that the person she likes is not him?

So, now it's like a broken arrogance, just asking her to like him in addition to the person she likes?

Resisting the soreness in her eyes, Song Wenting raised her hand to touch the man's fluffy hair, and said softly, "There is no second person, only you."

"It's always been you."

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