Song Wenting naturally did not agree to Yun Jin's request, she said in a clear and cold voice, "You don't need to see your son-in-law, he doesn't want to see you, and I won't let you meet him."

When Song Wenting came out of the alley, the sky had already brightened, the morning fog cleared, and the scene at the alley entrance became clearer.

Song Wenting took a taxi back to Yufu, she didn't let this matter affect her, Yun Jin was not as emotional to her as Gu Yin was to her.

In the afternoon, Song Wenting received a call from Shen Heqing, asking her if he would come to pick her up for the wrap-up banquet tonight.

As the last guqin master to join, he was invited by Chen Yan.

Song Wenting suddenly remembered something, she had promised several young people in the crew that she would give them wedding candy.

However, how long has it been since then, presumably everyone was just casually saying good wishes.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting asked Yue Yao for advice, and as unreliable as ever, Song Wenting kept yelling that she wanted it too.

Song Wenting directly hung up the phone.

While hesitating, there was the sound of Aunt Zhang knocking on the door lightly, and Song Wenting stood up and opened the door.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Mrs. Li, take a break and eat something."

Her eyes fell on the plate she was holding, and the crystal clear bowl of bird's nest was fragrant.

She hurriedly reached out to hold it, and said with a full smile, "Thank you Aunt Zhang."

The more she looked at her tender white face, the more Aunt Zhang liked it.

"Hot, eat slowly."

She turned around and went downstairs, took out her mobile phone at the corner and sent a message to Mrs. Ji: [I like drinking bird's nest. 】

She was too lazy to type, so she hid in the room and sent a message: "Yanzhou bought a piano for my wife today, and I watched the workers move in. When my wife came back, she hid in the piano room and didn't come out for several hours. I like it very much."

This qin is indeed the best craftsmanship in today's guqin manufacturing. The fine cedar has a strong wood tone. There are small characters on the side of the qin near her slender waist.

When you get closer, you can see the word "Ting Ting" engraved on the body of the piano, and there is a thinner circle of the maker's name underneath. Song Wenting recognized at a glance that the familiar "QL" is a famous domestic piano maker who is also good at Guqin restoration, it is rumored that he does not take private work, but only makes pianos for various research institutes.

I don't know how Ji Yanzhou made him break the principle.

The fingertips touched the small bumpy characters on that side, and the words "Listen" seemed to be pouring out in her ears, evoking sweetness.

Song Wenting put down the porcelain bowl, pulled out a familiar number from his mobile phone and dialed it.

There was a mechanical announcement in the receiver, and Song Wenting buckled the fuselage, waiting calmly.

He seemed to be busy with other things, and the phone hung up automatically after the last ring.

Song Wenting didn't call again.

It was already an hour later when received his call back.

He seemed to be in a very quiet place, and the magnetic voice rang out in the silence: "Listen?"

"..."

Song Wenting's face became hot, inexplicably coincident with the conjecture in his mind just now.

Didn't hear her timely response, Ji Yanzhou continued: "I miss my husband?"

The voice is saturated with familiar indecency.

Song Wenting was still bewitched.

Her eyes fell on the strings of the ancient qin, and she responded softly: "Yes, I thought about it."

"Okay." Ji Yanzhou said, "Then my husband will come back soon."

"Yeah." Song Wenting said obediently, looked away, briefly talked about the dinner tonight, and she asked his opinion: "Are you going?"

He seemed to be drinking something, his throat was rolling slightly, rubbing Song Wenting's eardrums, inexplicably sexy.

"I didn't want to go at first." Ji Yanzhou said, "But I can accompany you."

Song Wenting tightened his heart and asked, "Then... do you need sugar?"

"Well, I'll ask Zhou Chen to arrange it right away."

His heart fell to the ground in an instant, and Song Wenting had a smile on his face: "I'll take Ah Qing's car later, you don't have to take a detour to pick me up, let's go directly to the hotel to meet, okay?"

He heard the crisp sound of putting down the cup, and said in a loose tone, "Brother Ah Qing?"

Dare she said so much just now, but he only grasped this important point.

Song Wenting explained frankly: "The last time I had dinner with his girlfriend, she seemed," she said in a clear voice, "a little bit jealous."

"Jealous?" The man burst into laughter, "Does Teacher Song know what jealousy is?"

Song Wenting frowned and retorted: "Why don't you understand?"

Ji Yanzhou's hoarse chuckle came, as if full of seduction, Song Wenting's righteous emotions died down instantly, and she whispered: "Why are you laughing at me? I already understood."

"Okay, I understand." He laughed inexplicably again, no longer entangled in this topic, and said lightly, "Send me a message before you leave."

"Um."

Looking at the empty screen of the phone, Song Wenting still didn't come back to his senses.

What does he mean?

Do you think she won't be jealous?

With white teeth biting her pink lips, Song Wenting thought about it for a long time, but she never recalled that she had expressed similar emotions in front of him.

Many people have talked about her problem, hiding her thoughts, always using a cold face as a protective shell, outsiders can't find out, so she has few friends, and even fewer heart-to-hearts.

Concentrated for a moment, then she pulled out the dialogue with Yue Yao again: [Yao Yao, is it really hard to guess my mind? 】

She seemed to be playing with her mobile phone, and the next second the response form came over: [You are not difficult to guess, but there is no way for people to guess. 】

Song Wenting: […]

Yue Yao: 【What? What did you do to make Mr. Ji unable to guess you? 】

【No. 】Song Wenting,【I think he doesn't seem to believe that I like him, you know...】

After typing this sentence, Song Wenting pressed his fingertips again to delete it completely.

The little face was propped on her knees, a little sad, he seemed to have never asked her everything about liking him.

Isn't he curious? I don't wonder when I fell in love with him, or how much I like him?

The phone buzzed and vibrated, Song Wenting pulled back his thoughts, and there was a voice from Yu Qianqian on the screen.

Her voice is beautiful, like the clear water in the mountains.

It's just that the tone is not so beautiful: "Song Song, I went to the city orchestra to borrow the piano to practice today, you know I heard some big gossip."

"Mu Yunyan will also participate in this show!!"

"You said that he is a Western musical instrument player, where does he have the face to come to this folk music show to find a sense of presence?"

"Also, I also inquired about a gossip that Xu Xinning will also participate. I still remember her arrogant appearance before. She was tied to Senior Ji all day long, like a dog's skin plaster. I don't want to see her at all. "

After sending a long list of messages, she threw another link, accompanied by an extremely surprised voice: "Wow, it's a real hit!! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow? Goddess of love, Teacher Peng Jia!"

Song Wenting laughed, followed the link, and the page jumped.

It was the first Weibo post from the program team of "National Music Friends":

The newly recruited tutor team @方真形@彭佳@杨康余@陈松@孙婷仪@Mu Yunyan, Chinese music collides with the world, and the stars are scattered all over the sky. Let's have a feast of fun together. Love love.

Qing Yishui yelled in the comment section below, this Weibo post a few minutes ago has already been trending.

Song Wenting replied with a few words to Yu Qianqian, wondering if she knew that Teacher Fang Zhenyun was Mu Yunyan's grandmother, but she still didn't say anything about other people's private matters.

Then follow along to touch the homepage of each tutor.

Teacher Fang Zhenyun was really invited.

And Peng Jia, Yang Gengyu, and Chen Song are all top leaders in the circle.

The last two, one is Mu Yunyan. Apart from the few reposts with the most likes in the comments, the most popular ones are his fans.

There is another named Sun Tingyi, whom she doesn't know.

So clicked into her homepage and found out that she is a flutist.

The ones played by Mu Yunyan belong to the same Western musical instruments.

It seems that this program wants to create the effect of the integration of the nation and the world.

Putting away the phone, Song Wenting practiced the piano for a while before getting up to pack.

At six o'clock in the evening, she and Shen Heqing arrived at a banquet restaurant on time, and there was a call from Ji Yanzhou in the news at the right time.

"arrive?"

Song Wenting stood at the door of the hall, looking back subconsciously, but did not see the familiar figure, but saw An Shuyu in red.

She looked away and responded seriously: "Well, I just arrived."

Out of the corner of my eye, An Shuyu's red body quickly passed them and walked towards the elevator.

Hold your head high, like a peacock that just wants to attract attention.

Song Wenting looked again indifferently, but the next moment, the woman who was about to walk to the elevator looked back, and her eyes fell on her and Shen Heqing next to her. Her eyes were covered with a bit of sarcasm, and then, with the help of the assistant, walked into the room. up the elevator.

Shen Heqing didn't see it at all, she just chatted on her mobile phone, and said suddenly: "Listen, let's go."

Ji Yanzhou's voice in the microphone stopped inexplicably, Song Wenting raised his eyes, and smiled at Shen Heqing apologetically, "He'll be here soon, how about you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he said: "Turn back." The voice behind him coincided with the voice in the receiver.

Song Wenting couldn't help but look back, behind the glass door of the hall, two figures came slowly.

The woman's stunning face is paired with long and curly waves, and a very impactful aura rushes towards her.

Song Wenting looked at Shen Heqing subconsciously, and sure enough, his expression turned cold, and the knuckles holding the phone turned white.

They approached one after the other, and Ji Yanzhou waved the phone in her hand to her.

"The phone is not hanging up?"

Ji Yanzhou was wearing a well-matched suit inside a black coat, standing with the delicate beauty, there was an illusion that they were a couple.

"Mr. Ji, let's go first."

The beauty rolled her eyelids, but her eyes did not fall on the two of them, as if they were strangers.

"Sister Qiao Ling." Song Wenting greeted first.

Looking at her frosty eyes, felt a sweat for Shen Heqing.

Qiao Ling was finally willing to take a look over, and then she started to smile, which was very faint but quickly retracted.

Then he bypassed the crowd and walked forward.

Shen Heqing pressed her long fingers against the phone, tightened it quickly, and followed subconsciously.

Seeing their figures disappear into the elevator, Song Wenting finally recovered: "Sister Qiao Ling seems to have misunderstood me."

During the conversation, the man's figure turned over, and he said with a half-smile tone: "Because you only call him affectionately."

Song Wenting's white face was full of puzzlement, and then he mumbled, "It was originally brother Aqing, is this intimacy?"

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on her clear eyes, and then he wrapped his long fingers around her thin white wrist and pulled her forward.

The two walked into the elevator under the guidance of the waiter.

He came out with a late question: "Then Teacher Song, I want to ask you something."

He stood straight, tall and tall, and his tall and straight figure couldn't hide his sloppy tone: "What are you calling me?"

"..."

Song Wenting flipped her long eyelashes for a few seconds, and then lowered her eyes with a guilty conscience. She whispered, "Ji Yanzhou."

"Oh." The man tightened his palms tightly, and looked at her slightly pained expression viciously, "Calling other men older brothers and older brothers shorter, and calling my husband just by name, it's powerful enough."

Feeling unreasonable, Song Wenting stopped talking.

The elevator also stopped at the sound. Song Wenting wanted to move forward, but just as he stepped on the door, a force came from his wrist, pulling her back and directly against a wall.

Then the man stretched out his long arms and closed the door that was about to open again.

Song Wenting stared, and in her line of sight, the eyes of the crowd outside the corridor were abruptly shut in front of their eyes when they heard the sound.

Song Wenting blinked: "Ji Yanzhou, what are you doing?"

Ji Yanzhou's black eyes didn't blink for a moment, he pulled her around and leaned over to seduce her: "Call 'husband' to listen?"

Unexpectedly, he had this strange habit in broad daylight, and Song Wenting couldn't believe it for a while.

She wriggled slightly, trying to get out of his embrace, but who knew that the man would not let her go at all, his face that was so close at hand pressed close, and his thin lips stopped a few inches: "Shout or not?"

Was blushed.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. On the one hand, she was hooked by his black eyes, and on the other hand, the sinking elevator gave her a sense of panic.

"don't want."

When the words fell, the elevator made a "ding" and stopped on the first floor again.

Song Wenting subconsciously wanted to step back and pull away from him, but the man seemed to know her movements, and his big palms clasped her waist slightly, unable to break free.

Song Wenting was embarrassed and annoyed, not to mention a gasp from behind.

Then one after another, laughter sounded: "You continue, we will take the next one."

"Keep going!"

"We didn't see it."

Song Wenting heard it, it was a few familiar young actors from the crew.

The heat on her face was even more dry, and she tightly clutched the man's well-ironed sleeves, not daring to turn her head.

"Mr. Ji, Mrs. Li."

There was also Zhou Chen's upright greeting, and then he heard the man say lightly, "Then let's go first."

He didn't have the slightest embarrassment to be seen by others.

Everyone shook their heads again and again: "It's okay, you go first, ours are here too."

Some people even pressed the upstairs button for them intimately.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Song Wenting recovered from his ostrich-like state.

Her face was blushing, and her whole person was extremely coquettish.

Ji Yanzhou couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so he let go.

Just as he was about to apologize, a woman's soft voice came from her ear: "Brother Ayan."

After shouting, she lowered her eyes instantly, her voice muffled: "Okay, shout."

The figure that the man was about to stay away from was approaching, he pulled her up and raised his eyes, his eyes met, and the strong passion... lust burst out.

Song Wenting shook his eyelashes and shifted his gaze, and the man's voice fell in his ear: "You want me to die?"

Song Wenting was startled and lifted his eyelids to look at him.

Because of those deep eyes, the dyed face was even more stunning, and a little smile overflowed from his lips when the elevator door opened behind him.

Then, a uniform shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Mr. Ji, Teacher Song, happy wedding!"

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