The next day, when Song Wenting woke up, he found for the first time that Ji Yanzhou was still awake.

He sleeps in a good position, his handsome face is slightly soaked, his aggressive eyelids are closed, if one ignores the heavy arm that rests on her slender waist, it will inexplicably bring a kind of docile illusion.

The somewhat hazy gaze followed his forehead down, brushed over the beautiful eyebrows, the erect nose, and finally reached the thin pale lips.

The person who was once far away is now so close to her.

Song Wenting couldn't help but get closer, his warm breath fell, and he kissed gently.

But as soon as his lips touched his, the sound of breathing became a little heavier, Song Wenting secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, in the next second, the pressure on her waist increased, and she was directly brought into the arms of the man, her soft body was embedded in his broad embrace, and the kiss on her lips became even more intense.

But he just restrained himself from pecking a few times, and after a few seconds, he walked away.

He still kept his eyes closed, leaving only a little long eyelashes to cast a faint shadow under the cold white eyelids.

"Get up." Song Wenting's face was hot, and he raised his hand to pull away the big hand that was imprisoning her.

Who knows the disparity in power, she can't shake it at all: "Let go."

Subconscious coquettishness arose everywhere, and the tone was even more charming under the warm colors of the room.

The blush on his face deepened for a moment, Song Wenting stared at the man's face that was still pretending to be asleep, and immediately tilted his head to kiss the soft flesh under his ear.

A very light humming came, Song Wenting succeeded, twisting his waist to try to escape.

Unexpectedly, the man raised his peach blossom eyes and stared straight at her. The big hands on his waist did not move away, but deliberately increased his strength.

Song Wenting groaned uncontrollably.

The man pressed her down, his voice was dark and hoarse: "It's very comfortable, why don't you kiss me again?"

"..."

Their bodies were equally hot as they embraced each other, Song Wenting said softly, "No."

Ji Yanzhou sneered and said, "Listen, didn't you take the initiative last night? Are you so ruthless today?"

He put his chin against her hair and rubbed her affectionately.

Song Wenting was in his arms, thinking of last night, she was a little shy, yes, she was very active, not like her character.

It wasn't until now that she realized that there was also a demon living in her body.

Not wanting him to mention last night again, Song Wenting had no choice but to change the subject: "You...don't you go to work today?"

The man's long arms reached into her hair and hugged her tightly.

Song Wenting was turning his head to find a comfortable position, but the next moment he heard him change the topic: "I was too tired last night."

Song Wenting: "..."

I don't want to talk anymore.

The two hugged each other like this and waited quietly for a while.

Ji Yanzhou asked lazily again: "Let Zhou Chen bring you food at noon today."

Song Wenting raised his eyes: "No need, I cook the noodles myself."

When grandma was around, she loved to cook, but when she lived alone, she didn't pay much attention to it. Sometimes she could eat instant noodles when she was busy.

Hearing this, the man pulled her half an inch away from his embrace, and then pinched her small fair face with his big hand, and said in a slightly disapproving tone, "You're eating noodles again, Mr. Song, can you think about your husband?" Mood?"

With a slightly stagnant expression, Song Wenting didn't know why: "Huh?"

"Raising a cat, but getting thinner and thinner as you raise it, is very unfulfilling."

His fingertips were slightly cool, but touching Song Wenting's hot cheek felt inexplicably comfortable. Her pink lips were slightly pursed, and she said displeasedly, "Why do you think I'm a cat?"

He also said last time that he doesn't beat cats.

Overtly and secretly, he regarded her as a cat.

"Because it's comfortable to hold."

This was the answer he gave. Song Wenting was not satisfied, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then you are still a dog. A dog and a cat don't match at all."

The woman suddenly sharpened her teeth, and Ji Yanzhou couldn't help but peck her lips again: "Who says it's unworthy."

He suppressed his dark eyes, and added in a low voice: "This dog is only for you, so, continue to spoil me tonight?"

He kissed one after another, pressing closer and further away, never giving her any chance to speak.

He even said cheekily: "If you don't speak, it will be considered as your consent."

"Tonight, this dog is cleaned and waiting for you—"

"patronize."

Song Wenting was pecked and laughed angrily, as if the emperor was in the harem.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he took her with his long arms and pressed her on her sensitive waist, deliberately: "Honey, nod?"

Song Wenting was so upset that he was forced to bend his head.

At noon, Ji Yanzhou really arranged for Zhou Chen to bring lunch.

The exquisite box contained an unusually rich variety of dishes, which were filled to the brim, and Song Wenting only ate less than half of it.

For the rest, she sealed it and put it on the insulation layer of the refrigerator.

In the afternoon, Song Wenting was practicing the piano as usual. When she received a call from Yu Qianqian, she happened to go back to the living room to drink water, and the bell on the desktop rang.

He opened the screen, and before he could answer the call, the call was automatically hung up because no one answered. Song Wenting realized that Yu Qianqian had already made two missed calls, so he called back directly.

The female voice over there was lively and pleasant: "Little Song Song, I'm already in Jiangluan City, where is your home?"

She said she would come over before, and she promised to rent the house to her for a period of time, but what Song Wenting didn't expect was that she flew over without contacting her in advance.

"Sissy, are you at the airport now?"

"That's right." Yu Qianqian pulled two suitcases in one hand and nodded excitedly when she heard the words, "Lao Deng finally let me go on vacation and agreed to sign up for the show, so I booked the earliest flight and flew here , how? Is it a surprise enough?"

She has the most active temper in the dormitory, and she has a strong ability to execute what she wants to do. Song Wenting is very envious of this kind of drive to book a ticket to fly to another city in the next second.

"It's really a surprise." She smiled slightly, "Then just wait a moment, I'll come to pick you up right away."

After saying that, Song Wenting went upstairs to change clothes and wanted to take a taxi to pick her up.

Unexpectedly, Song Wenting didn't hear Yu Qianqian's response anymore. There was a loud noise in his ears, and Song Wenting also stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

It seemed that something was agitated at the airport. After a while, Yu Qianqian's dissatisfied voice was caught in the clutter and could not be heard clearly.

In a trance, Song Wenting seemed to hear a familiar name.

Before she had time to fall into the memory, Yu Qianqian finally pulled back her panting voice: "Damn it, I was almost squeezed into a patty."

She pulled two suitcases and retreated to a quiet part of the airport pickup hall. She took out her cell phone from her coat pocket, and looked at the cell phone that hadn't been hung up, and subconsciously complained one after another: "Anyone can really do anything these days. Enjoy the star treatment?"

Then she subconsciously looked at the man surrounded by the crowd, with a thin figure, a warm profile, a smile on the corners of her lips, and she was talking to the fans.

She pursed her lips slightly and muttered, "Sven scum."

"Sissi?" Song Wenting called softly, "what happened?"

Yu Qianqian retracted her gaze and looked at her wrinkled trench coat, feeling a little dejected: "It's okay, I just met an acquaintance."

Song Wenting frowned: "Mu Yunyan?"

When a familiar name was mentioned, Yu Qianqian also looked surprised: "You know him?"

Song Wenting: "He was my high school classmate."

Yu Qianqian's eyes fell to the place just now, the man was no longer there, only a few fans were left and were persuaded by the security personnel to go to the exit.

"Oh." Yu Qianqian, "he is the son of the rich man my mother married."

Qingli's voice was long gone, and her voice fell a little dull.

Song Wenting was stunned for a while, and was about to say something, but she quickly returned to normal: "Forget it, don't talk. You send me the address, I'll take a taxi directly, don't pick it up."

In the end, he couldn't beat her, so Song Wenting had to say "be careful, let me know when you're there, and I'll open the door for you."

"it is good."

After half an hour, Song Wenting went out.

Recently, the temperature of Jiangluan has dropped sharply, as if there is no autumn, and the breath of winter has already weighed on the streets.

After buttoning up his coat, Song Wenting didn't drive, he took a taxi and headed to Jingyueyuan Community.

"The girl is here." The driver reminded her in the front row, and then said with a smile, "If you have time, please give a good review."

Song Wenting nodded and closed the door.

The gate of the community is still the same, with some dilapidated iron gates, dirty flower borders, an elderly guard, and an old man sitting under a tree and playing chess.

She didn't go in and waited for Yu Qianqian at the door.

Ji Yanzhou's phone rang at this moment.

"Hey?"

The little hand holding the phone was reddened by the cold wind, and Song Wenting felt that his voice was shaking.

The male voice over there was still calm: "What are you doing out?"

Song Wenting was surprised: "How do you know?"

Ji Yanzhou chuckled: "There are cameras at home."

"Oh." Song Wenting was a little uncomfortable and asked cautiously, "Then can you see everything?"

"Little Bodhisattva, what do you want me to see?" The familiar joke rolled in a hoarse voice.

Thinking that she just changed clothes, Song Wenting was speechless.

I had to force it out: "I don't think this is good."

As if there was a little interest, maybe he wanted to tease her when he was bored. Ji Yanzhou was leaning on the soft sofa, his slender neck pulled back in a sharp and seductive arc, and he spoke along with him, and the raised Adam's apple followed. , he smiled: "Is it a big deal to let you look back?"

"don't want..."

Face.

That face, Song Wenting still hasn't finished.

Immediately, another low smile came, Song Wenting's ears were hot, and he could hear some mocking tone inexplicably.

However, he quickly responded to her seriously: "Don't worry, monitoring is only available in the living room and outside the door."

He raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows, the smile turned into a softness, and he said in a low voice, "I just remembered something, so I just wanted to see you."

With a voice so soft to the core, Song Wenting's exposed palms contained a little warmth. Her long and curled eyelashes were like butterflies flapping their wings for two seconds. His words "want to see you" made her heart flutter. Jump, she asked, "What do you remember?"

"Your birthday is coming soon."

Eyes trembled, a young couple just happened to pass by, and the girl's voice fell in annoyance: "Okay, keep saying that you love me, but you can't even do this little detail."

Girls pay attention to details.

Song Wenting is also not immune, but now she suddenly remembers a lot of things. When he was in college, when he bought breakfast, the bag always contained her favorite steamed dumplings. A few days after the menstrual period, the cup he handed was always in the bag. Filled with hot water, knowing that she was practicing the piano late, he always came to pick her up and take her back to the bedroom, and the umbrella tilted towards her, pulled her right hand, and focused her eyes on the music.

Why hasn't it been discovered before?

It was because of the previous misunderstanding and awkward relationship, which naturally blocked them.

So, he is so stupid.

This way is too stupid.

"Um."

Ji Yanzhou: "What gift do you want?"

There was an answer in his heart, but Song Wenting didn't tell it in advance, only said: "I'll think about it."

"it is good."

When the topic came back, Ji Yanzhou asked a few more questions about the lunch at noon, and then asked where she went, and what time did she return in the evening.

Song Wenting briefly said about Yu Qianqian, and finally the man got the point: "So, won't you have dinner with me tonight?"

Song Wenting nodded: "Hmm."

The wind blew, and a white car was parked on the side of the road. Song Wenting raised his eyes and saw Yu Qianqian's familiar figure.

She was about to hang up the phone, when Ji Yanzhou's voice over there was slightly calm: "Then can you bring a family member?"

Song Wenting: "?".

The author has something to say:

Song Wenting: A little clingy.