The torrential rain finally stopped at night, and the washed Jiangluan City seemed to enter the early winter in an instant. Song Wenting came out of the piano room and took advantage of the opportunity to change into a thicker sweater in the cloakroom. It was light pink and hooded. Song Wenting seldom wore similar casual clothes About half of them were bought by Ji Yanzhou when she moved here.

Her disgusted expression was reflected in the full-length mirror. It was inexplicably strange for her to wear this dress. After examining it carefully for a while, she still changed into a thick coat, apricot-wheat color, which matched her complexion very well, and this coat had a good eye.

Eye tails slightly curved, Song Wenting went downstairs.

Just as he was about to call Ji Yanzhou, there was a crisp knock on the door.

Song Wenting was puzzled, but still approached with slippers on.

The visitor knocked on the door a few more times, and before the next "dong dong", Song Wenting held the anti-theft door with his slender hands and opened the door.

A strong and pleasant fragrance came, and as the door was opened, a tall woman's figure fell into view.

She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, covering most of her face, revealing thin lips that were red and full, and the ends of her hair were dyed light blue and hidden under the black hair, faintly appearing with the movement of her head.

The bright silk scarf around the neck is paired with an ink windbreaker, which is rustic and beautiful.

Song Wenting thought it was the wrong person, she subconsciously smiled politely, "Hello?"

The woman raised her hand to take off her sunglasses, her eyes widened with exquisite makeup, and then she directly raised her hand to embrace her in her arms.

Unexpectedly, Song Wenting fell into the woman's fragrant hair.

A few seconds later, the woman let go of her, and with a smile on her face, she greeted: "Hello, daughter-in-law."

Song Wenting: "..."

The unbelievable expression finally couldn't be hidden, Song Wenting looked at the woman seriously again, she was so young and beautiful, she couldn't tell it was Ji Yanzhou's biological mother at all.

Well-maintained, her cheeks are rosy and shiny, except for the little wrinkles at the end of her eyes that cannot be concealed when she smiles, everything makes you unable to guess her real age.

"Are you scared by me?" She brushed her long hair, her red lips curled up.

Song Wenting came back to his senses, feeling that it was very impolite for him to stare at her like this, and blushed directly at the teasing.

She stepped back quickly: "Please come in."

Stepping on high heels, Meng Ran entered the door to change her shoes, then directly took Song Wenting's arm and pulled her to the sofa where she came. Her eyes were full of curiosity, and then her eyes fell: "My good wife looks much better in real life than in the photos."

Once again, her unabashed words fell into Song Wenting's ears, and her expression suddenly became unnatural. It seems that what Ji Yanzhou said about her being a bit enthusiastic is indeed the truth.

But Song Wenting's cold and slow temperament is actually a bit overwhelming.

She bit the bullet and responded, "You are also prettier than in the photo."

Meng Ran raised her hand to hold her little hand, and started talking non-stop: "Listen, I'm sorry, I've been in the United States before, and I didn't come back in time when you received the certificate."

Song Wenting smiled and shook his head.

"I was going to meet up with the old lady on her birthday, but Ayan's cold-blooded father disagreed, so I also called Ayan a few times to explain." He said cold-blooded, but Meng Ran's expression was indifferent, She continued, "You don't mind."

"You have this kind of heart, I'm already very happy." Song Wenting eased his tension, and his posture became more natural and easy-going.

When Meng Ran saw her fair face, the more she looked at it, the happier she felt.

She quickly told the people in the underground garage to bring things up.

After a while, the door of the house was already full of various gifts, big and small. She took Song Wenting and introduced: "P's new coats, I think they should be very suitable for you, so I bought some. There are also C's new coats. Several perfumes, including..."

Song Wenting felt dazzled when he saw the dazzling array of things.

She seldom uses these big names, one is that she does not have this habit, and the other is that she thinks the money is too expensive and not worth it.

But Meng Ran doesn't seem to be worried at all. Even if she gets divorced, she still lives happily.

After she finished introducing, she ordered two men who looked like bodyguards: "Send all the things to their rooms." After speaking, she motioned to Song Wenting: "Where is your room?"

Song Wenting shook her head, and she called softly: "Mom, no need, just put it here, I will clean it up myself, or I won't find it later."

But in heart, don't want others to enter the room.

I don't know if Meng Ran heard it, but her expression didn't change, she nodded and let the two burly men go.

The next second, a wooden box was handed over from her hand.

Song Wenting looked at this box, the box given to her by her aunt and grandmother was still placed in the room of Ji Yanzhou in the old house, thinking slightly in her heart: Is this a must-have treasure for rich families.

"No need mom, I don't like these very much."

This title became more and more easy to say, and the smile in Meng Ran's eyes became stronger, she stubbornly put the box in her palm: "I don't know if the Ji family gave it to you, this is our Meng family's, and it has nothing to do with them, so Take it easy."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Don't give her a chance to refuse again.

Song Wenting stared at the box for a moment, then frowned more and more, she pulled out Ji Yanzhou's message box, typed and sent it: [Your mother came home. ]

I held my breath and listened, but the woman hadn't come out yet.

Song Wenting continued to knock: [Are you coming back? I don't think I can handle it. ]

She is too enthusiastic.

The phone vibrated with a "buzz", Song Wenting was startled, it was Ji Yanzhou's call.

She picked it up immediately: "Hello?"

It was very quiet over there, and only his magnetic voice could be heard: "There are still a few minutes to get home, don't be afraid."

Song Wenting pinched the box and murmured: "Well, I'm not afraid. It's just that she sent a lot of things over, and I couldn't refuse."

The soft voice really does not seem to reject people.

"Okay, wait for me to come back."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting waited for a few more minutes before Meng Ran came out of the bathroom.

She approached, chatting as always: "Is this a wedding room?"

Song Wenting made a cup of tea and put it in her hand, his tone obedient: "Ah Yan bought it before marriage."

Meng Ran's movement stopped, and her expression became a little bad: "What's the matter with him? Getting married doesn't look like marriage?"

She put the teacup on the table with a little force and made a crisp sound, and she continued to scold: "I haven't heard of your wedding preparations. I asked him last time, and he didn't say anything. Then I'll settle the account for him when he comes back. ."

"No." Song Wenting immediately explained, "I don't want to have a wedding."

Meng Ran was silent now, and after a few seconds, she smiled: "Oh, that's fine."

Song Wenting: "..."

She is in control of her proportions. Meng Ran didn't ask about her thoughts. Instead, she criticized Ji Yanzhou's various practices, such as: why didn't she hire a nanny, why she didn't get off work, and why she didn't bring her She went on honeymoon trips, and all the big and small things in life.

In just one hour of getting along, she seemed to know them very well, and she could guess the little things in life.

His tone didn't seem like he never cared about Ji Yanzhou's idleness.

Then why did you leave him behind in the first place?

In the confusion of thoughts, the sound of the fingerprint lock being opened finally came from the door, and then Ji Yanzhou's tall figure walked in.

As soon as he came back, the atmosphere became a little strange.

Song Wenting saw Meng Ran go up to meet him, and then gave him a big hug intimately, and then practiced the cheek-kissing habit she developed in Europe in the early years, but was rejected by Ji Yanzhou.

He smiled: "Ms. Meng, be more reserved, I am a married man now, and I will not accept kisses from anyone."

Meng Ran laughed and joked: "I have a wife and forget my mother."

Then he muttered and added, "That's good."

Ji Yanzhou also laughed, and quickly approached with big strides, then in front of Meng Ran, he hugged Song Wenting into his arms. He whispered in his ear, "I haven't seen you for a day, do you miss me?"

Song Wenting's ears turned red in an instant, she still didn't feel comfortable being so intimate in front of outsiders.

Just as he was about to shake his head, the man pulled back a little distance, and then the kiss was pressed down.

Song Wenting propped his small hands on his fiery chest, resisting slightly.

But from the sight she was looking at, Meng Ran's expression was still smiling happily, which seemed to be quite ordinary in her eyes.

Ji Yanzhou simply kissed, like a little bit of water.

As if there was no one else, he said "Huh?" again.

Waiting patiently for her answer.

Song Wenting could only nod shyly: "Yes."

At the end of the sentence, he hugged her into his arms again, and laughed in a low voice. A slight trembling sensation hit Song Wenting's heart, and she heard him ask with a low smile, "What are you thinking? Tell me clearly." .”

Jibei bit her pink lips instantly. In Ji Yanzhou's sight, there was an alluring dark red in the pink. Her intentional behavior became more and more unbearable under her unconscious provocation.

"Miss you."

Covering the darkness in his eyes, Ji Yanzhou turned his face slightly sideways, his black eyes pressed against the darkness and looked straight at Meng Ran who was admiring on the side.

"Ms. Meng, please forgive me." He raised his hand and gently brushed Song Wenting's broken hair behind her ears. Her body trembled slightly with his movements, and he smiled, "We are better than newly married. Look,How about making another appointment to see your daughter-in-law again?"

Meng Ran's saliva almost choked in her throat. She knew how well her son's words contained words.

It was impossible for her not to hear this dazzling expulsion.

So I had to put down the teacup, quite deliberately: "Actually, I don't care."

Ji Yanzhou clasped the woman's slender waist, and when he heard the words, he pressed the delicate body into his arms. When he spoke again, his tone became a little cooler: "But we don't mind."

"Okay." Meng Ran stood up, picked up her bag, and said before leaving, "Anyway, I'm going back to the Congress to stay for a while, my dear wife is waiting for me to come and play with you."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, echoing in the huge living room, causing Song Wenting to raise her blushing face to look over, and she frowned: "It seems impolite."

Ji Yanzhou continued to hold her still, and only said in a low voice: "She mobilizes the crowd at night, and comes to bother us without saying hello, is it polite?"

It seems that their mother-child relationship seems to be a bit delicate.

Song Wenting could sense that Ji Yanzhou still cared, caring that she had abandoned him back then.

So just as he moved, Song Wenting's long arms climbed over the man's back, then tightened, and his cheek leaned against his broad chest.

"Well, even more impolite," she said.

Casually, she heard the man chuckle.

Ji Yanzhou has a light and pleasant smell, warm and comfortable, Song Wenting is addicted to it, and he doesn't want to let go.

She continued to tighten her arms and burrowed into his arms, and then said in a sullen tone through the clothes: "So, did you just do it on purpose for your mother to see?"

The big palm pressed hard on the waist, causing Song Wenting to gasp.

Then the man's hoarse voice fell beside his ear: "Yes and no."

He backed away a little, then leaned over to her height, his thin lips were close at hand: "So, now, Teacher Song, do you want to have a real kiss with me, huh?"

The heartbeat was extremely fast, and Song Wenting's hands locked around his waist pressed him hard into his arms, and casually stepped forward to shorten the dispensable distance between them.

Sweet and soft kisses followed.

The charming fragrance of her body entangles her whole body from the nasal cavity, which is extremely seductive.