The rainy road was slippery, and when Yu Qianqian got off the online car-hailing car, she almost slipped.

Subconsciously cursing "bad luck" in his mouth, the scene at the airport just now still affected his mood, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and the moment he stood firm, a soft voice sounded behind him.

"Sissy."

The woman was as beautiful as ever, standing a few steps away with a graceful figure, with a gentle smile on her small face.

Yu Qianqian's unhappiness was thrown to the back of her head in an instant, and she rushed over the water stains on the road.

"Song Song, long time no see."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the uncle driver shouted behind him: "Hey, don't you want to pull the box?"

It made Yu Qianqian turn around immediately: "Yes, yes!"

"Thank you uncle! I will give you a good review later!"

The uncle took her two big suitcases out of the trunk with great difficulty, and after Yu Qianqian thanked her repeatedly with a sweet smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkled deeply with joy.

She has always been very social.

Song Wenting hurried over and pulled a pink box from Yu Qianqian's hand.

"Hey, Song Song, I seem to have an impression of your family." The two walked into the community and chatted.

Song Wenting also took advantage of the situation to think of when he was a sophomore, and planned to bring Yu Qianqian and the others to his house for the New Year's Eve, but another roommate Hou Shuying in the dormitory that night had something to do at home, so he broke the appointment halfway.

Later, she temporarily received a call from Ji Yanzhou.

"By the way, I remembered. It seemed that you came back very late that night, and you didn't tell me when I asked you later." She smiled and looked over with interest, "So, what happened on New Year's Eve?" ?”

The wheels rolled on the ground and made a loud noise.

Song Wenting was deeply impressed by that night. Ji Yanzhou called her to the school. It had nothing to do with love and romance. It was just that the victim girl committed suicide in this incident. Later, when privacy was involved, she did not tell anyone else.

Now there is no need to mention it again: "It's not what you guessed."

Yu Qianqian took the opportunity to joke: "I didn't say what it was, you refuted so quickly?"

Song Wenting: "Take fun of me again."

Yu Qianqian laughed a few times, and then got back to the topic: "However, to be honest, it won't be too good for me to rent your house."

Along the way, thought about what Song Wenting said about grandmother and about the house.

She should really care about this house.

"It's ok."

The two said that they had already arrived at the unit building. The light here is darker. Song Wenting took the lead to lift the box, but found that it did not move.

She lifted it vigorously again, and the box was finally lifted a lot. Song Wenting used his long legs to support it, fearing that the box would hit the steps, so he moved up quickly.

"Are you okay?" Yu Qianqian also seemed to be struggling, she stopped a few steps down, not much better than her.

Song Wenting panted heavily and wondered, "How did you bring these two big boxes all the way from the port city?"

She was full of admiration.

"It's dragging and dragging." Yu Qianqian, "Fortunately, there are kind-hearted people helping me along the way, so I won't be too embarrassed."

Her small face was also smudged with a layer of pink, and she sighed: "Hey, at this time, I can deeply understand the difference between having a man and not having a man."

Song Wenting finally arrived at a platform, she lowered her eyes to look at her, and made a joke: "It should be said that I have a deep understanding of the difference between the elevator room and the step ladder."

Yu Qianqian gave her a thumbs up from the air.

Finally, after several tosses, the two finally moved to the fifth floor.

Song Wenting took out the key from his bag, and the moment he opened the door, Yu Qianqian rushed into the room: "I'm sorry, I can't help it, where is your bathroom?"

Restraining his expression, Song Wenting laughed and raised his arm and pointed in one direction. A few seconds later, the woman's big waves flashed in front of him, and then there was a sound of "Peng" closing the door.

A few minutes later, Yu Qianqian came out of the bathroom.

"Wow, the home is just as I imagined, very warm." As soon as she went out, Yu Qianqian couldn't help but praise, "I know that our little Song Song is cold and cold on the outside, but he is very hot inside."

I don't know which of her words touched Song Wenting, and suddenly her fair face was stained with a little blush, becoming more and more gentle and lovely.

Song Wenting took her around the house briefly: "This is the master bedroom, the largest room. I have replaced the quilt with a new one, do you think you want to sleep in this room?"

"I don't dare to ask for it." Like Yue Yao, she refused again and again, "I want the small one next to it."

"There is no separate bathroom here, which may be inconvenient."

"It's okay." Yu Qianqian didn't care, "It's not far away anyway."

Song Wenting didn't force it any more, and followed and carefully introduced her the furnishings of the house, and finally helped Yu Qianqian to organize the clothes.

She just came to the master bedroom and took the opportunity to pack some things she wanted to take away. She cleared out a few thick coats and a storage bag for important documents from the closet.

She lowered her eyebrows, as if suddenly thinking of something, she took out a bank card from the inside.

Then came the real estate certificate with her name on it.

She clutched the card tightly, calculated the balance in the card, and thought about it in her heart.

"Song Song, do you still need to clean up the things at home?" Yu Qianqian pawed at the door and only poked her head in. "Don't worry, I don't need much. I will definitely take good care of our house."

In the past few years, Song Wenting has lived a relatively pure and ascetic life. Except for daily expenses, the family did not buy any big items. Looking at it in a blink of an eye, it really shows that it is a bit tight.

But she prefers the little emptiness of such things.

"There are not many things, so there is no need to clean up."

"it is good."

Yu Qianqian had a lot of things, and by the time she cleaned up the details again, washed some clothes and hung them up, it had been more than two hours.

Ji Yanzhou called.

He ordered the meal and said he would pick them up directly from the company.

Song Wenting said hello.

"Ah, what should I do, I'm a little scared." Yu Qianqin felt like a knife was on her neck.

Song Wenting Shen Ning said: "Then don't let him come, just the two of us to eat alone?"

When Yu Qianqian heard this, her complexion suddenly changed drastically: "Forget it, forget it, he is your husband now, and he is also half of the family. Don't be afraid of him."

There was still thought on her little face.

The two went downstairs, and at some point it was raining lightly again, and Song Wenting ran upstairs to get an umbrella again.

The umbrellas were very small, and the raindrops floated on them, Song Wenting didn't care.

When she went outside the community with an umbrella, she was still debating whether or not to let Ji Yanzhou eat with them.

The phone was just pulled out of the interface.

The black car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and then the back door was opened from the inside, a big pure black umbrella was propped up to the top of the head, half of the man's face was hidden behind the umbrella and he couldn't see clearly, the tall and straight road came The figure immediately made Yu Qianqian squeeze Song Wenting's sleeves tightly.

She screamed in her heart, and then lowered her voice to Song Wenting's ear: "Song Song, your husband is handsome again."

Song Wenting raised his eyelashes when he heard the words, and subconsciously responded: "Well, very handsome."

The man approached quickly, and pulled his arm upwards, exposing half of his face directly in front of them. His eyes under the haze of the rain contained seductive emotions, his cold white skin had a straight nose, and his stunning browbones, And those peach blossom eyes are quite handsome.

The tips of his ears warmed, and Song Wenting pretended to look away.

The black leather shoes stopped in front of them, and Yu Qianqian was the first to say hello: "Hello Senior Ji."

"Hello." Ji Yanzhou glanced past her lightly, and then fell on Song Wenting again, "Is it cold?"

His eyebrows were a little pressed, and he immediately took the luggage bag from her and let them get into the car.

The car was well heated, Yu Qianqian sat in the front seat, Song Wenting and Ji Yanzhou sat in the back seat.

Zhou Chen thoughtfully handed over a clean handkerchief from the front row, and handed it over to Yu Qianqian as well.

"thanks."

The car started, Song Wenting just put down the soft towel, the man stretched out his big hand, he pressed her head, and carefully wiped the dampness at the end of her hair.

Yu Qianqian took a sneak peek from the rearview mirror, feeling that she was going to eat dog food tonight.

Sure enough, after wiping her wet, the man in the back seat said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yu Qianqian couldn't help but look over, the once unattainable and extremely arrogant boy actually held the woman's petite hand affectionately, then lowered his eyebrows and breathed lightly in his palm.

"Do you know her?" Song Wenting felt uncomfortable, the hand wrapped by his palm felt the warm breath from him, she moved her fingers slightly, she pulled back her small hand slightly, and then changed the subject, "My college roommate Yu Qianqian ."

Only then did Ji Yanzhou stare at the front seat again, and without thinking at all, he blurted out: "I know, that roommate you say loves Cantonese cuisine."

When the words were over, Song Wenting paused for a second, not believing that he even remembered what she said casually.

"Ah," Yu Qianqian was stunned, "It's me, Song Song has always known that I like Cantonese food."

Song Wenting raised his eyes, his eyes fell into his clear eyes, and he murmured subconsciously, "You have a really good memory."

Unexpectedly, the man chuckled, then lowered his voice and said, "It's not that I remember well."

The words stopped here, that handsome face just looked at her like this, and soon raised his hand to naturally brush back her hair that fell to her ear: "It's...you guess?"

He smiled, but deliberately didn't finish the sentence.

It's not that he has a good memory, but that he listens carefully to every word she says.

The car finally stopped in front of an authentic Cantonese restaurant. Yu Qianqian looked excited, and the feeling of fear just now disappeared.

Now it seems that Ji Yanzhou, the wolf, is quite gentle. Unlike rumors in the university that he is not friendly, he looks very gentle, especially when he looks at Song Wenting, his eyes never leave her. There is no doubt that if there is a dog's tail behind him, he doesn't know what to wag it now.

Song Wenting's taste is also mild, so she likes the dishes here.

Yu Qianqian kept praising her: "Senior Ji has such a good eye."

Ji Yanzhou nodded lightly: "Just like it."

The tone did not seem to be indifferent to her alienation.

Song Wenting scooped a spoonful of the thick soup from the bowl and wondered, why are there so many faces?

"Miss Yu, eat more." While peeling the crab legs for Song Wenting, he did not forget his friendship with the landlord.

Yu Qianqian's temperament is not twitchy, and now she has changed a little bit towards him, so she nodded hurriedly: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

"..."

Song Wenting back to his senses, what are you busy with?

Looking at the mountains of side dishes in his bowl, Song Wenting turned his head to stare at him: "I can't eat so much, don't waste time."

The man's fingertips were stained with oil, which really didn't match the dignified face in the well-tailored suit.

But he didn't realize it: "It's okay, I'll take care of what I can't eat."

"..."

After eating this meal for more than two hours, Song Wenting was exhausted.

The broth left in the bowl really went into Ji Yanzhou's mouth.

Not at all disgusted with eating the rest of her, Song Wenting was slightly startled, but a touch of warmth slid past.

Yu Qianqian couldn't hold it anymore, until she got out of the car, she held back her hiccups and thanked her: "Thank you Senior Ji, thank you Song Song, I'll treat you to dinner someday when I'm free."

Song Wenting waved at her: "Well, you have to pay attention to safety and lock the door. The voice-activated lights on the stairs are not working well, so you have to shout a few more times."

"it is good."

Following the farewell, the car entered the traffic flow and headed for Yufu.

Ten minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking lot.

Ji Yanzhou took her by the wrist and entered the elevator.

He was talking on the phone with his mobile phone in one hand, Song Wenting's eyes fell on the two figures reflected from the wall of the elevator, and they were intimate and natural.

Tall and very secure.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved, and it got deeper and deeper.

Until the next second, he met the pair of black eyes in the mirror.

Immediately, the elevator door opened, and Ji Yanzhou hung up the phone quickly.

"What were you laughing at?"

Entering the porch, the oppressive figure of the man embraced her, Song Wenting changed his shoes, and replied, "Nothing." He went to the living room.

But soon the man who came from behind grabbed his wrist again.

The back pressed against his warm chest, but within two seconds, he turned face to face again, hugging her with long arms.

"Do you think your husband is handsome?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and when it was just the two of them, he no longer concealed his intimacy.

Song Wenting was suddenly ashamed. He heard what she said just now.

It was subconscious at the time, but now she is bewitched, she nodded with a blushing face: "Well, very handsome."

The smile on his lips deepened, and under the aggression of those increasingly heavy eyes, Song Wenting immediately thought of the bank card in his pocket.

So he took it out and handed it to him.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell, and when he saw what it was, his eyes became more interested. He asked shamelessly, "What do you mean? Want to cover me?"

Biting his lips, Song Wenting handed over the card in his hand again: "It's the money to buy a house."

The smile subsided a little, Ji Yanzhou never picked it up, but he understood it instantly.

He lowered his head and touched her forehead, "I know what you mean. When I got married, I deliberately used this as a bargaining chip to lure you, so don't be so clear about it, okay?"

"Except for this matter, I won't tell you the difference." Song Wenting stubbornly said, "If you accept it, it means that I will marry you, not for this house. I know that one day, I will also save up to buy a house. money."

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Yanzhou accepted her stubbornness.

"Okay," he said, "put it in my pocket."

Song Wenting put his small hand into his suit jacket when he pressed it with a big hand. He smirked: "I am here, this money is my prostitution money."

"So, change it tonight and let me wait and listen, okay?"

Song Wenting's brows widened slightly, and she blushed completely when she reacted. In terms of shamelessness, she could never compare.

Before she could return to her senses, her soft lips pressed up.

But the next second, a sound came from behind.

Song Wenting was startled, and turned her head to meet Auntie Zhang who was hiding at the corner.

She picked it up tremblingly and picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and smiled shyly: "I'll come up for a drink, you guys continue."

The author says:

Anyway, it is very sassy, ​​and it will become more and more sassy.