The next day, when Song Wenting woke up, the familiar figure was no longer around.

The semi-transparent curtains blew Qing Ling's wind in, and Song Wenting remembered last night.

They kissed recklessly, and finally the man's big palm fell from her waist, so there were ripples everywhere, and Song Wenting was forced to bear his strength.

Between ambiguous tossing and turning, his kiss stopped on her white collarbone.

Without further action, Song Wenting subconsciously raised those eyes full of desire, and she asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." After a low voice, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his thoughts were not clear, but he still remembered to take a bath.

Song Wenting couldn't rest assured, waited for him to wash up in the bathroom, and handed him the bathrobe with a blushing face.

Later, he obediently lay down on the bed and fell asleep like that.

Right now, when he came to the living room downstairs, the man was already sitting on the sofa, with a thin laptop on his long legs, and his slender knuckles tapped on it quickly.

The profile is cold, and the figure is clear.

Hearing this, his line of sight fell without any obstruction.

"woke up?"

His voice was cold and cold, unlike him last night.

Song Wenting was wearing a warm yellow coat, the only bright color in this lonely morning.

Not to mention that her brows were loosened and her smile was thick, she nodded to him, and walked closer.

"Are you still comfortable?"

Ji Yanzhou gave a soft "um", his eyes returned to the computer screen, and the light carried by the screen showed a deeper sense of coldness.

Song Wenting stood beside the sofa and didn't move.

The man's eyes were focused, and he was not affected by her smile at all. Song Wenting could see a bit of the text of the plan as he kept typing something on the computer with his fingertips.

The room was quiet.

The little face with light makeup showed a bewildered look, and the drooping fingertips clenched the coat tightly, pressing the folds.

That point wanted to personally reply to the sentence he was wronged last night, but he looked like he didn't want to pay attention to her, and Song Wenting flinched.

The lips parted lightly, and the tone when he spoke again became astringent, and the smile became weaker.

"What do you want to eat?" Turning her toes slightly, Song Wenting grabbed the man's gaze, her eyes were completely clean from last night's emotions, she said in her heart, smiling reluctantly, "I'm going to make breakfast. "

No one responded.

Those black eyes were still staring at her.

A little bit of rain outside the window invaded the huge transparent glass, and a little sound came into the ear from the gap, carrying the cold air of early winter.

He also blew the broken hair around the woman's ear, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Ji Yanzhou timely recalled the scene he saw last night when he returned home. The man looked very young, but his stature was vigorous and tall, and standing under her thin figure became more and more tall.

He couldn't say anything about his emotions, the confusion after drunk, he would have restraint and lost his mind in the face of her. So the act of kissing her was subconscious, and regardless of her struggle in his arms, he kissed her recklessly, as if only then could he swear his sovereignty more directly.

As he expected, the man quickly opened the door and walked out.

The punitive kiss also stopped. When he met her eyes, the smell of alcohol became stronger in his body. Later, he couldn't remember what he said, and he didn't know how he returned to the bedroom. How Song Wenting helped him take a bath.

The only image is of the woman lying beneath her, with an uncomfortable expression on her face.

"Ji Yanzhou?" She called him, pulling back her thoughts, her ears were full of that distant and formal title.

It has never changed, at least the seduction and intimacy he mistakenly thought was just a product of a woman's boredom, and it is not worth mentioning in front of the only person he has ever liked.

A sneer appeared on his lips, and he said, "Don't bother, I'll go to the company to eat."

"..."

Feeling sour in his heart, Song Wenting stared at him with a puzzled face, and said cautiously, "Are you unhappy?"

He was so drunk last night, it must be because he has not sobered up yet.

Right now, the man Meifeng finally showed some emotions. Even though he didn't seem happy, Song Wenting still took a breath. She spoke quickly: "Then wait, I'll cook some hangover soup."

As she spoke, she turned around and was about to turn around and go to the kitchen when a soft voice came from behind her.

"Don't you have something to go out today, why don't you go?"

Saying that, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and pressed the computer screen with a "snap", and stood up long.

He moved swiftly, while putting down the computer, he quickly picked up the suit jacket from the sofa and walked straight to the door.

Song Wenting clenched his hand holding the bag and fluttered his lower eyelashes, wanting to say something in a hurry, but still couldn't say it.

The man was already dressed and was waiting for her at the door.

When she approached, Ji Yanzhou handed the shoes to her feet, then stood up, suppressing the forceful breath, he was not emotional, which made the awe-inspiring temperament gradually emerge, making people more afraid to get close.

"Thank you." So Song Wenting could only suppress his thoughts.

After she finished dressing, the man went out the door first, his straight back stretched into his eyes, and he opened the distance between them in a few steps.

Song Wenting's heart seemed to fall into a frying pan, and it was unbearable.

He was drunk last night, so those words that he said, that bit of humility, coaxing her to make her like him, lowering his haughty head for her to caress, aren't they all counted?

Bai Nen's face turned even paler, the elevator opened and closed, Song Wenting paused and looked up in a hurry, but luckily the man didn't leave her down.

She really almost thought he didn't wait for her.

"Why are you standing there in a daze?" He couldn't help showing a little wantonness all over his body, he pulled the corners of his lips, "Wait for me to carry you in?"

A familiar teasing, but those peach blossom eyes were so cold that there was no trace of emotion.

Song Wenting bit her lower lip tightly, then walked over.

The elevator door opened and closed, back and forth several times, until Song Wenting's figure walked in, the door suddenly tightened from the open state, and at the same time it hit Song Wenting's shoulder and arm, a slender and powerful hand moved forward Stretch and block lightly.

The door was blocked and closed again.

Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes and glanced over the back of his hand with obvious blue veins, and then quickly walked into the elevator to stand firm.

In the confined space, there is silence.

The man answered the message on the phone with his long finger, and then made another call. Soon he said, "Put the latest contract on my desk." He hung up the phone.

But soon, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

Ji Yanzhou still walked ahead.

Song Wenting found it sadly that in their relationship, as long as Ji Yanzhou didn't take the initiative, they would be deadlocked, just like it is now.

The two stood in front of each other, like strangers who were not familiar with each other.

The car door was unlocked, and Ji Yanzhou opened the passenger door. Under the dim light, he glanced over.

He didn't want to talk to her, but he still handed her the shoes, waited for her to get on the elevator, and now opened the door for her.

The hesitant heart finally found some comfort. Song Wenting was about to say thank you when the phone in his handbag rang.

She stopped and looked down at the display on the screen.

Unknown number.

Shen Ning for two seconds, Song Wenting still slid the answer button and answered.

A boy's voice quickly came from the microphone: "It's downstairs in your house."

It was cold and like an order, but Song Wenting heard it right away, it was Jiang Yi.

Her expression cleared away the haze, and a smile followed her brows. She hurriedly asked, "Now? Then I'll come over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting raised his eyes to meet the dark gaze of the man, cold and gloomy.

With his thin lips parted, he asked, "The man from last night?"

Song Wenting smiled and nodded: "Hmm."

With a "bang", what he wanted to say was cut off abruptly, and the co-pilot's door was slammed shut by him with an extremely loud sound.

"Okay." After he finished speaking, he didn't look at her again, his wrapped long legs quickly passed her, and went directly to the driver's seat.

Song Wenting was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to chase after him.

But before he could get around the front of the car, Jiang Yi called again.

He didn't have much patience in his tone: "Come or not, or I will go."

"Come on, right away."

Grandma loved her and Jiang Yi very much before she was alive, and taking Jiang Yi to see the old man was what Song Wenting wanted to do.

He has always had a gangster temper since he was a child. Although he never lost his temper with her and his grandmother, it was before. They had been separated for too long. Song Wenting only listened to that voice, and subconsciously thought that if he said he would leave, he would really leave. .

So his footsteps gradually picked up speed, and the corners of his bright yellow clothes fluttered and danced as he was about to run.

I have never seen a little Bodhisattva who is impatient and clear, and will show flamboyance when he runs towards another person full of heart.

The quiet car was getting more and more cramped, and it wasn't until the figure entered the elevator again that Ji Yanzhou looked back with his eyelashes shaking.

The shadowy eyes in the light and shadow fell on the storage box, and then stretched out the long arm, opened the box, and turned out a pack of cigarettes.

Feeling restless, he knocked out a cigarette and held it to his lips. He opened and closed his hand touching the lighter, but he never lit it.

In the end, he just sharpened the cigarette butt, frowned, tore off the unlit cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

The phone rang at this moment, and it was Grandma Ji calling, asking what time did they go home today? There are a lot of guests at home, can you ask for leave in the afternoon, and take it home early.

He answered vaguely.

The perfunctory attitude made Grandma Ji talk for a while.

In the end, he hung up the phone on the grounds that he was going to be late for work, then started the ignition, and the car slowly drove out of the garage.

In a black off-road vehicle across the road, Jiang Yi drove down the door.

Standing on the curb and waiting for her.

Song Wenting approached quickly, and she asked, "Have you eaten?"

After that little concern, Jiang Yi's indifferent expression relaxed, and he replied: "I came in a hurry, I didn't eat."

As if thinking of something, Song Wenting's face darkened slightly, and she called him: "Xiaoyi, why don't you eat breakfast again."

Jiang Yi's face paused slightly, and then he touched the back of his head with his big palm, and his tone was not so cold: "I ate it before."

Song Wenting was no longer tangled, and made a neat decision: "Take you to have some dinner, and then go there."

The voice was soft and gentle: "It's too early, the cemetery hasn't opened yet."

As she spoke, she was about to turn around and want to walk across the road, but unexpectedly a familiar black car drove past them slowly.

Through the dark window glass, the cold and beautiful profile flashed before his eyes, and Song Wenting's eyes couldn't help but follow.

Immediately, he felt faintly disappointed. He clearly saw her, but he didn't give her the slightest look.

The figure of the boy behind him drew closer, and his gaze fell to the rear of the car. His tone became cold again: "He has a bad temper, fights fiercely, and is not gentle at all. What do you like about him?"

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