The dark eyes caught her, Song Wenting wanted to say something, but a burst of momentum hit her, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and yawned.

"No, I'm sleepy."

There was water in the clear eyes, and the ends of her hair were slightly damp after taking a shower, and she was indescribably soft and attractive.

Ji Yanzhou's throat rolled subconsciously, and he rubbed the wet hair next to Song Wenting's ear with his fingertips.

He said, "Then go and sit over there."

Song Wenting's head was dizzy, she was really sleepy, exhausted from the day's energy, now she just wants to lie on the bed and close her eyes to sleep.

So when she heard this, she frowned dissatisfied: "No."

The voice was extremely delicate and angry, which made Ji Yanzhou's eyes even more emotional. He simply lowered his eyes and grabbed her wrist, took her to sit on the single sofa, and then carefully untied her coiled hairball. Song Wenting saw only You can see the man's lean waist, running down the dark shirt, and the point of not being able to bear to look directly falls into his eyes.

Her eyes widened half a bit, and the back of her face blushed instantly.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in the top of her head, and she let out a low cry.

"I'm sorry." The man leaned down instantly, looking at the pained expression on his face, and then frowned, "It hurts?"

As he spoke, his big hands lightly touched the top of her head and gently rubbed it, which was the place where he accidentally tore off the few strands of her hair when he was pulling his head.

Heat is transmitted from the scalp to the extremities.

But Song Wenting frowned and didn't speak. She has been afraid of pain since she was a child, and the tingling sensation was even more fueling when she was struggling.

Moisture began to gather in her eyes: "Can you be gentle."

This petty temper snowballed Ji Yanzhou's emotions. He continued to apologize with his head down: "Listen, I'm not good at it, so I didn't grasp the severity. Don't be angry with me, huh?"

Song Wenting couldn't hear very clearly, her eyelids started to twitch, and she gave a soft "um", and she started to lift the quilt and want to lie down on the bed.

But her back was supported by a pair of big hands, and she was pushed forward with force.

I wanted to lie down but couldn't.

"Ji Yanzhou, what are you doing?" She glared at him with beautiful eyes, her small face was slightly wrinkled, and there was dissatisfaction with his behavior in her eyes.

"Hey, hold on for a while, and blow dry your hair before going to bed."

As he said that, Ji Yanzhou stretched his legs and strode towards the bathroom. A few seconds later, he held the hair dryer and approached Song Wenting's hair, his warm breath brushed over her, and occasionally led the man to lightly lift her hair, Song Wenting Wenting was even more sleepy.

Just now, she didn't realize that since she yawned, her eyelids were as heavy as a jackhammer.

Even though it was very comfortable to be blown by him, those pink lips already showed a little dissatisfaction.

After waiting for a few more seconds, Song Wenting couldn't help but softly said: "I don't want to blow it."

She raised her hand to brush away those arms, and forced her eyelids to move over: "Honey, let me sleep, okay?"

The whistling of the hair dryer stopped, and Ji Yanzhou's eyes rushed towards his face with a sense of aggression, but seeing the woman's pitiful appearance, he suppressed that inferiority.

He picked up the woman directly and put her on the soft mattress.

Then he pulled the quilt to wrap her tightly.

The woman's eyes were closed, and soft breaths lingered in front of her eyes. Ji Yanzhou's eyes were warm, and his eyes traced the outline of her small face. He remembered the time when she gained weight in high school.

The fair face gradually became plump, the coolness faded a lot, and the slightly fat cheeks would sink into a little arc when smiling, sweet and cute.

Since seeing her sitting on the flower bed with a dejected face one night, Ji Yanzhou has not seen her for almost half a semester, so when he saw her in the bookstore, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he couldn't help peeking. she.

Next to her stood Shen Heqing, what were the two talking about, she picked up a few extracurricular books, and the two walked out the door together.

He followed by a ghost, and as soon as he went out, he saw the girl standing under the newsstand opposite, alone.

Holding the book she just bought in her arms, she seemed a little bored, and her toes kicked the gravel by the curb. The head with the loose ball head also followed little by little, looking a little dumb.

He stood across from him and watched for a long time until a phone call from his college roommate He Junlang came.

It would have been better if I just walked past.

The thoughts returned, the woman slept very deeply, that little baby fat had long since transformed into a beautiful melon face, the eyebrows were light, but she always looked like she was overwhelmed by a lot of things.

He leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on the woman's forehead: "Good night."

When Song Wenting woke up the next day, it was past nine in the morning.

Outside the window, the rainstorm fell at an unknown time, suppressing the darkness of the sky. The side is empty as always, and Ji Yanzhou has already left the door.

He left breakfast and messages.

After breakfast, Song Wenting tidied up the house briefly, and then went straight into the piano room.

For this "Chinese Music Zhiyin" selection, she chose a very difficult qin piece for her. One of the representative pieces of Yuan Sheng, a famous Taoist qin master in the Northern Song Dynasty, "Feng Su", the whole piece lies in the continuous plucking of the right hand. The rapid transformation of emotions is not only a test of skills, but also the perception of emotions and artistic conception.

It took five hours to practice, and when Ji Yanzhou called, she was shocked that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"At home today?"

His tone was natural, and there were many noisy voices coming from the microphone, so he could sense that it was not a place suitable for small talk.

Song Wenting heard an unfamiliar male voice in the next second: "Mr. Ji, Miss Qiao has arrived."

Ji Yanzhou's voice was cold when he did not face her, he said: "Okay, let her wait."

The wind flowed in, and Song Wenting heard the man enter the elevator.

Didn't hear her answer, Ji Yanzhou asked again: "At home? Have you eaten?"

Song Wenting raised her hand and rubbed her slender neck, feeling uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, she said "um".

Deliberately avoid that reply.

Went to the kitchen lightly and slowly opened the refrigerator.

She remembered that there were some vegetables and steak left, and she put her phone on the chopping board and clicked it out.

"When will you be back?"

She asked casually, and the little hand kept moving food from the refrigerator, steak, greens, a little oil, and a box of kippers brought from the old house.

"Maybe eight?"

"Oh." Song Wenting paused when he placed things, and then subconsciously murmured, "So you won't come back for dinner?"

The slightly dull voice pressed over, and Ji Yanzhou's eyes were scattered to the numbers on the opposite side that kept jumping, and his eyebrows and eyes were astonishingly soft. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Want me to come back sooner?"

After putting hot water in the pot, Song Wenting put the steak back into the refrigerator, and she decided to eat it next.

It was only later that she realized that there was a sudden silence in the phone call, and she asked from a distance, "What did you just say?"

The elevator reached the floor with a "ding dong". In Zhou Chen's sight, the wandering expression on the boss's face suddenly froze.

But the gaffe was only for a moment, and soon Zhou Chen heard him change his words: "Since I hear you miss me, then I will try my best."

"Come back as soon as possible, okay?"

Zhou Chen: "..."

Song Wenting: "??"

Song Wenting said something casually, but he didn't mean to ask him to come back early.

At this moment, he suddenly said this, making it seem like she was clingy.

The hot water vapor in the pot rushed towards her face, and her cheeks were stained with a pink halo filled with Song Wenting.

She said "oh".

"Don't cook, wait for me to come back."

He seemed to have just come back from outside, and the greetings of "Mr. Ji" and "Mr. Ji" kept coming along the way.

After he finished speaking, Zhou Chen just opened the office door for him, and he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand.

Then I heard Song Wenting retort softly: "I'm not that delicate."

"Aren't you squeamish?" Ji Yanzhou's hoarse and smiling voice came from the sound of electric current, which caused a burst of numbness. He continued, "Did you forget the way you were angry at me last night?"

Coquettish and seductive.

Make people go to the fire.

But the parties don't think so.

Song Wenting ordered the noodles, hearing that the tips of her ears were hanging like red cherries, she swallowed her throat, and then said softly, "Don't you really like it?"

If she read the thick emotions in his eyes last night correctly.

Unexpectedly, she was so direct, Ji Yanzhou lost his mind for a moment.

A few seconds later, his voice was filled with a smile that reached to the tip of his heart, and he said, "Yes, I quite like it."

There was a sound at the door, and then a familiar figure pushed the door and walked over.

Ji Yanzhou looked away, and landed on the photo of the two of them, which was taken from the marriage certificate, which was conspicuously placed on the table.

"It should be said this way," He Junlang who pushed the door and came in had just put the contract on the table of Ji Yanzhou, when he heard the man's words, "Whether it sounds delicate or not, I like it very much."

He Junlang had a disgusted expression, but his eyes were natural to Ji Yanzhou who came over. He smiled with his thin lips, but his tone was rare and serious: "There is no reason for a wife to do something like cooking."

"..."

Ji Yanzhou doesn't like having many strangers at home, so since Aunt Zhang returned to her hometown, there are still only the two of them in the Yufu.

If she doesn't cook, that means he cooks.

She looked at her hand, and the last time his words "Mr. Song, this is the hand that plays the piano" echoed in her ears, and her heart suddenly felt as sweet as honey.

"Okay." Song Wenting blushed, and the corners of her lips could not stop rising, she added softly, "I will be obedient."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Yanzhou directly smiled at He Junlang with an inexplicable smile.

He was amazed, and then deliberately learned his tone and called "there is no reason for a wife to do things like cooking."

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and opened the contract. Hearing that, he scolded with a smile, "Go away, who is your wife?"

"It's not brother, I'm just imitating you."

The head of the banquet boat is not raised: "Imitation is not enough."

"..."

Knowing that this person had a bad temper, He Junlang stopped joking about it.

His expression returned to a more serious face, and following the time he was looking at the contract, he began to report his work: "Qiao Ling agrees to sign the contract, but she wants this number."

He said, reaching out and comparing a number.

Ji Yanzhou said quietly: "If the liquidated damages are not included, then this number is acceptable."

He Junlang also nodded in agreement.

After chatting for a few more words, the topic turned a corner and said that the recording of the program "Chinese Music Zhiyin" was about to begin.

He Junlang wants to take over, but the leadership team has not yet reached a consensus.

"Anyway, I also participated in various interest activities organized by the folk music department back then, and also participated in a lot of school-level clubs. At least it is more suitable than the stubborn opinion of President Chen."

Ji Yanzhou read the last page of the contract, and then signed his name on the signature column.

"It can't be decided for the time being." Ji Yanzhou pushed back the contract, his eyes were sharp and bright, he left a little leeway, "Let Yu Sheng go to the dock first."

He Junlang was silent for a few seconds.

Afterwards, his eyes widened as if thinking of some possibility: "You are not, aren't you what I thought?"

Season Yanzhou: "Huh?"

He Junlang: "You don't plan to be responsible for the connection and follow-up of this show for love, right?"

Ji Yanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression was light: "Why is it impossible?"

He Junlang: "Brother, stay awake, you don't want such a big company, and you want to be the little person in charge of a show?"

Ji Yanzhou closed the pen cap and glanced at him like a fool: "Did you drink last night?"

He Junlang's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Ji Yanzhou was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and only responded with one last sentence: "Otherwise you don't know me?"

Oh.

He Junlang recovered.

He wants it all!

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