After seeing off the big family, the blush on Song Wenting's face hadn't dissipated, and the cool night breeze stirred up restlessness.

Before my aunt got into the car, she called "Yan Zhou" softly

The man's tall figure leaned forward and listened patiently to the old man's speech. After a few seconds, he heard something. His face paused slightly, then he got up and told the driver to drive more steadily.

The last car drove into the night.

There were also Xu Zhiya and Ji Xianrong seeing off the guests by the door, and Song Wenting obediently stood aside, waiting for Ji Yanzhou to approach.

The hustle and bustle ended, and the sky was dark and heavy towards midnight.

Before Ji Yanzhou's big palm could hold hers, Ji Xianrong next to him slammed it with a cold voice: "Follow me to the study."

His complexion was really not good, Song Wenting's knuckles hooked his little finger lightly, and there was a worried look in his eyes.

Although she didn't know why his father asked him to go to the study, Song Wenting only felt that the atmosphere between them was very strange, and thought of the rumors Yue Yao said for a moment.

Ji Yanzhou's eyebrows lowered, and he gently pinched her knuckles in response, with a relaxed and natural expression, Song Wenting felt relieved a lot.

Soon the two figures disappeared under the warm light.

Xu Zhiya smiled at her: "Let them settle the matter between them, shall we go to the living room for supper?"

She was gentle and polite, different from Xu Xinning's kindness, Song Wenting nodded in response.

Study room on the third floor.

In the slightly dark room, Ji Xianrong was sitting behind the chopping table, his sharp eyes fell on Ji Yanzhou, and he slowly sat down on the opposite sofa as if taking a stroll in the courtyard.

Ji Xianrong's complexion darkened even more when he was dressed in a fool.

"Sit down." He frowned, "What does it look like!"

Hearing this, Ji Yanzhou's lips curled up into a smile, his body became more relaxed and lazy, and his tone broke into a smile: "You dude."

He glanced over: "Isn't this the evaluation you gave me? Forgot?"

Ji Xianrong felt uncomfortable in his heart, suppressed his emotions, and looked at Ji Yanzhou opposite him. The familiarity between his eyebrows and eyes made him look away uncomfortably.

He looks too much like his mother.

Can't see the slightest trace of him.

"So, what's the matter?" Meifeng continued to frown until Ji Yanzhou's steady voice sounded, "If it's okay, I'll go home with Tingting."

Ji Xianrong pondered for a few seconds, and then asked, "What's going on with you and Ning Ning?"

"?"

Sitting up straighter in his wanton posture, Ji Yanzhou lifted his eyes and met him directly: "What is the situation?"

Ji Xianrong rested his arm on the case table, sitting upright as if he was interrogating, he said: "If there is nothing wrong, how can she still cry until now?"

It's none of my business that she cries.

The words in his throat were pressed back, Ji Yanzhou endured it.

"If you want to know anything, you can ask her directly." Ji Yanzhou, "As for me, I always treat her as my younger sister anyway."

"Isn't the cell where those people were sent to her for her sake?" Ji Xianrong's eyes fell: "You and I are truly in love with each other. Don't give me any bad thoughts."

The sentence that directly sentenced him has just come to an end.

"Yes." Ji Yanzhou smiled, and he couldn't help but sneered out of his head, "I was thinking of taking revenge for her back then, but when it comes to other feelings, Mr. Ji, you should be I'm so kind."

His face was hidden in the light, and he sneered a little: "If I want something, do you think I will care about these so-called ethics?"

He was about to turn around when he finished speaking, when there was a slight noise at the door.

The woman stood in a brighter place with red eyes, her face became paler and paler, and the appearance of crying but not crying was a bit pitiful.

But Ji Yanzhou's eyes didn't fall for the slightest bit, he just walked around her and went out.

"Brother Yan Zhou." But she stopped him at this moment, her soft tone tinged with tears.

He stopped and stood a few steps away, waiting for her to speak.

But the look in her eyes changed, he knew that she liked him, and she who had always held such thoughts, Ji Yanzhou would definitely alienate her.

Her heart dropped instantly, Xu Xinning wanted to take a step forward, but in the end, under the cool gaze of the man, she still couldn't move.

She asked: "You...really have always regarded me as your sister? Never..."

"Xu Xinning." Her words were cut off abruptly, "You don't need to embarrass yourself anymore. I only love your sister-in-law, and don't mind."

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been hurt. So, sorry." His voice was cautious and serious, as if to draw a line with her forever, "but it's limited to that. If over the past few years, Where did I do something that made you misunderstood, that is, you have bad eyesight."

Xu Xinning sniffed and folded the corner of her clothes: "Then we..."

"Be nice to your sister-in-law."

After he finished speaking, he stepped downstairs directly.

A woman's sobbing could be heard faintly above.

Song Wenting and Xu Zhiya were sitting on both ends of the sofa, inexplicably embarrassed.

Until Xu Zhiya handed over a silver fruit fork, her face was as gentle as ever, as if she hadn't heard her woman's cry at all.

Song Wenting chewed a green grape, and after a few seconds of silence, she opened her mouth: "I always knew."

"Huh?" Sweetness filled his mouth, and Song Wenting didn't hear Xu Zhiya's next sentence until he had swallowed everything, "Ling Ling likes Yan Zhou."

Song Wenting's expression was slightly startled.

Xu Zhiya glanced at her, lifted the soft dark cloak on her shoulders, and smiled: "Your grandma told me."

The hand holding the fork tightened, Song Wenting really didn't know how to respond.

"She found it the first time. When she told me, I thought she was talking nonsense, but later, some of Ning Ning's behavior convinced me." Xu Zhiya, "Later, Yan Zhou went abroad. After returning to China, he met again. you."

"That's why grandma is so anxious to let him go on a blind date, isn't she?"

Xu Zhiya nodded, "In my mother's heart, we are all outsiders. She doesn't look down on me, and naturally she doesn't look down on Ning Ning."

Her tone was suddenly desolate, she stared at one side in a trance, and her tone was very light: "She has always recognized Yan Zhou's biological mother, even though she said that she abandoned her husband and abandoned her son."

"Dong dong dong" footsteps sounded, Song Wenting blinked, and Ji Yanzhou's slender figure quickly walked into the living room.

After greeting Xu Zhiya, he leaned over and pulled Song Wenting up: "We're back."

Xu Zhiya retained: "It's too late, just rest at home for a night."

"No."

These words were scattered behind her, Xu Zhiya returned to her senses, and the two figures had already walked out of the door.

Intimacy and inexplicable match.

A few dim lights faintly fell in from the car window, the car was very warm, and Song Wenting was a little sleepy.

The raised eyelashes were half-open and half-closed, a large hand stretched out from the neck, and then the warm touch wrapped around the earlobe, with a slight force, her head was brought against the man's shoulder.

It's spacious, powerful and full of security, but Song Wenting couldn't fall asleep.

The car was driving smoothly, and in the silence of the room, Ji Yanzhou seemed to be replying with his mobile phone.

Song Wenting didn't get up because of this action. After thinking for a while, she asked curiously, "What did my aunt tell you just now?"

Hearing this, Ji Yanzhou put away his mobile phone, he tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows fell on the delicate side of the woman's face, and he said, "Want to know?"

"Um."

"She said—" He deliberately lengthened the ending, "let me cheer, and let her hold her great-grandson as soon as possible."

"??"

Song Wenting sat up straight, with a look of disbelief: "You lied to me."

The man raised his brows slightly, smiled hoarsely, and finally couldn't hold back her expression, and finally told the truth: "She said, you don't seem to like children very much, so let me not put pressure on you."

Before getting married, Song Wenting didn't expect to go this far.

But in fact, marriage is a matter of two families, and her not wanting to have a wedding has made Ji's family take a step back, and having children...

My aunt was right, she didn't like children very much.

So she didn't refute "Oh." again.

The car was quickly parked in the underground garage, Zhou Chen got out of the car and opened the door for them, and then he was ordered by Ji Yanzhou to drive back to sleep.

He drank a little wine, but only had a hangover last night, and only took a few sips at the dinner table today.

Until he went upstairs, the familiar phone number in his pocket called again.

Ji Yanzhou pressed it without looking at it.

Then he dragged Song Wenting into the house.

Auntie hasn't come back yet, and the coldness of the room is warmed by the lights in the living room.

The man clasped the woman's wrist with a big palm and pulled her directly to the bedroom.

Song Wenting couldn't help but think of that night, and his legs felt weak for a while.

She quickly broke free of his shackles, grabbed pajamas from the cloakroom and rushed to the bathroom: "I'll take a shower first."

There was a deep chuckle behind him, as if mocking her desire to hide.

Song Wenting dawdled for a long time before he couldn't bear the sleepiness and came out of the bathroom.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the door, the back foot fell into a hot embrace.

The scene that was seen a few hours ago emerged, and Song Wenting stretched out his palms to meet the man's kiss when it fell.

The hot kiss printed on the heat of the palm.

The man's half-closed eyes were thick and black with long eyelashes, and before he could kiss those soft and sweet lips, he raised his brows and quickly lifted his eyelids to look over.

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat, and he almost drowned in his eyes.

Finally she mumbled, "Didn't you kiss me just now?"

His lips were not far away, his black eyes were pressed down, Song Wenting heard his warm breath leaking out of his palms, itching all the way to his heart, he said: "Not enough."

Song Wenting: "..."

The man withdrew his lips half a step, raised his hand to hold her hand, and directly pulled her to brush against his thin waist. His voice was low and hoarse, almost seductive: "Don't you want to?"

Song Wenting's thoughts were not clear by him, and he was about to nod subconsciously.

But the attracted jade hand suddenly felt a ball of heat, and with a bang, she blushed even more.

It also made her react instantly.

The body wrapped under the bathrobe was stained with bright colors, and she trembled and wanted to move away.

But the man didn't give her any chance to escape, he pressed her down: "Don't hide."

The kiss was about to fall, but Song Wenting still avoided it.

The lips touched her earlobe and fell, causing tremors where they passed.

The man complained so much that his eyes fell for a second, he frowned, and stared at her with his handsome eyes: "Why don't you let me kiss?"

Like a child who didn't get his favorite lollipop.

"It's too late today." After Song Wenting finished speaking, she quickly looked away, fearing that she would not be able to bear it if she took another look.

After a while, the man seemed to agree with this statement.

In the end, he nodded obediently rarely, and stepped back half a step.

Song Wenting breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment he was about to stagger away from him, he suddenly said: "Then help me take a shower, okay?"

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